... after watching He's Just Not That Into You last night.
Because the fact of the matter, half of love is opportunity and the other half is time. The fact is, the person you may marry or be married to for the rest of your life is likely not your soul mate. If you even have your soul mate, he's probably a telemarketer in India or a swashbuckling environmentalist in the Amazon that you will never meet.
The guy you meet and fall in love with isn't special. There are thousands of other guys out there just like him. It just so happens that you went to school with him or met him at some social gathering some time instead of meeting some other guy. Maybe if you'd stayed at the library for another 10 minutes you would have had a meet-cute with some other similar guy with infinitely better abdominal muscles.
The fact we usually meet someone in our social circles or at a place we frequent like uni or a cafe or a party or a friend's house is probably because of that tabula rasa crap. Society molds us into the same shitty people. If you go to the same uni, you probably grew up in the same city, you probably have similar values, you probably want the same shit out of life because you grew up in the same society. Maybe if Lars from Helsinki had grown up in Perth, Australia, HE would be your "soul mate."
The fact is, there is no such thing as soul mates. It's shit people make up to make shitty people like me feel better about themselves and let them think there is some romantic future for them. But I no longer give a shit because chances are I will meet someone in the next few years who PROBABLY wants the same shit I want and likes the same shit I like and laughs at the same jokes I laugh at because we grew up in the same way and were around people who were also conned and shaped into the same distortions of "individuality" as we were.
And when I meet him, I'm going to go, "I think I'm in love!" but in actuality, I'm probably not. But I'll be so blinded by years of watching A Cinderella Story that I'll just be enraptured by what he has to offer. But does he really have any more to offer to me personally than the next guy? Or is our "connection" simply a product of timing and desperation?
Is there such a thing as love or is there just affection and sex and loneliness?
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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