It's sort of funny, isn't it? The idea that there is only ONE person out there in the entire world for us, that some how, beyond all other possibilities in the world we will find this one person. Whether it be we meet them online, in high school, or accidentally get pregnant with their child at a random hook up coming home from the bar? Hey, it could happen!
My point is, when you put the idea in you mind that love is the end-all be-all thing about life, it's hard to get that out.
I look at the statics, "there's a 60% divorce rate in America", "men will always cheat", "no one actually ends up happy in the end".
At one point I feel like I am literally going to yell out "STOP! IN THE NAME OF LOVE JUST STOP!" And shouldn't we all?
As a teenage girl who is probably over-exposed to romance movies and TV shows, I'd like to believe that true love exists. I like to think that there is one man out there for me who will treat me with respect, love me, want my children, and will enter the world of monogamous relationships with me.
Now I will admit that my view on love changes every five minutes. However the statement above holds true. I will also admit this, I know those expectations are some-what high. But if I don't respect myself enough to aim for a person who will treat me right for the rest of my life, then who will?
That also ties into something else I have learned about love, before you can ever love another person, you have to love yourself, I know I have probably said this a million times, but it's true.
Love is complicated, there is no such thing as a perfect cookie-cutter relationship. For examples my mom and dad were friends before they started going out they dated for two years, even thought they both knew they were eventually going to be married by the second dated. My aunt knew she would marry my uncle the second she saw him, before she even said hello. Sally and Mark had been friends since forever, and it took them up until last spring to get married.
So sometimes love comes to you, and sometimes it doesn't come as soon as you would think. My great-aunt use to work for Vogue. I'm not quite sure what she did in the magazine, however I know she loved working there, her job and lifestyle was so demanding and up-beat that she didn't have time for a relationship. She didn't have a boyfriend until just recently when she retired in North Carolina.
So to wrap-up this love fest, I just want to point out to my diamonds that they don't need a boyfriend/girlfriend in their lives to be happy, and long as you are accompanied by a bunch of other diamonds, you are going to be just fine. In my attempt to quote Carrie Bradshaw "I figured out that once you already have three soul mates figured out, it's really easy to spot those really great guys."
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