Inquiries Into Life
What is love? What is companionship? Why do we seek it all out? For a quarter of a century now I have been alive. In that period of time, I have grown and learned much. Yet there is so much out there that still alludes me. I can't figure out relationships. I can't figure out love. I know people who will get married because they've been together for a long time and are too scared to go anywhere else. I envision life as a single person floating in the sea. At some point I will come across another soul in their boat and maybe we drop a line and talk for a little bit or maybe we lash our boats together for a little bit longer. Either way, they will soon drift off in their own way as I will mine. Once again I find myself in the middle of the ocean with the waves all to my self.
At what point do you get lonely? At what point do you get so lonely that you'll settle? At what point do you become so scared of being alone that you fight for what you believe is the best? How do you even know what the best is? For most men the best would be a supermodel, though they are few and far between. The last girl I dated was very nice, but in reality I was settling. And that's ok because so was she. She admitted that she wanted someone whohttp://www.livejournal.com/update.bml shared a similar background and heritage to hers. I had to admit to myself that I want someone who shares or empathizes with my background and who likes me for the person I am and the person I will become. I see couples that are leading down the road of companionship and I feel sorry for them. It's not that they are compromising or taking hold of something beautiful and special and true. They're just too big a pussy to do anything else. They've got something that's good and they think that that's alright. They're too scared to go after something great. What are their other choices?
We have it so drilled into our brains that we need to find someone to marry and settle down and start a family with. No one tells their child that when they grow up they should stay single and play the field. Where does the fear come from? The fear that ends up controlling our lives and making our decisions for us? The fear of being alone, of being rejected, of being deserted. We all experience it and we all go through it and live on to fight another day, just like a paper cut. But when we come up to that fear, we shrink and turn and run with yellow stripes on our back.
When will I know that I'm not settling?
At what point do you get lonely? At what point do you get so lonely that you'll settle? At what point do you become so scared of being alone that you fight for what you believe is the best? How do you even know what the best is? For most men the best would be a supermodel, though they are few and far between. The last girl I dated was very nice, but in reality I was settling. And that's ok because so was she. She admitted that she wanted someone whohttp://www.livejournal.com/update.bml shared a similar background and heritage to hers. I had to admit to myself that I want someone who shares or empathizes with my background and who likes me for the person I am and the person I will become. I see couples that are leading down the road of companionship and I feel sorry for them. It's not that they are compromising or taking hold of something beautiful and special and true. They're just too big a pussy to do anything else. They've got something that's good and they think that that's alright. They're too scared to go after something great. What are their other choices?
We have it so drilled into our brains that we need to find someone to marry and settle down and start a family with. No one tells their child that when they grow up they should stay single and play the field. Where does the fear come from? The fear that ends up controlling our lives and making our decisions for us? The fear of being alone, of being rejected, of being deserted. We all experience it and we all go through it and live on to fight another day, just like a paper cut. But when we come up to that fear, we shrink and turn and run with yellow stripes on our back.
When will I know that I'm not settling?