You Know Why I'm Still Single?
You know why I'm still single?
Because I'm brainwashed. I've been brainwashed by corporate media to believe that I'm gonna find love, or relationship, or infatuation through some chance happening where I bump in to a random girl in the middle of some quirky or inconsequential event, and she'll find me utterly charming, and I'll find her absolutely irresistable. And, we'll set off on an eventful course of excursions and escapades where we discover for ourselves that we are the, respectfully, perfect one for the eachotheR. And, our lives will be inextricably intertwined forever as we venture on to our futures, enjoying the fruits of love, and happiness, for the rest of our mortal days. Cue the ending sequence of The Notebook.
And, shit doesn't happen that way.
I don't find myself stuck on the subway platform just seconds away from making it aboard, standing, stranded, beside some gorgeous, brunette, girl-next-door in a sundress, though it's raining. Shit doesn't happen that way.
I don't accidentally trip her and myself while rushing to class, stumbling and nearly collapsing across the quad in a heap of books, notebook paper, man. No, she doesn't find my awkwardness and ineptitude at flirtation refreshing and, oddly, beguiling; I don't sweep her off her feet with a witty line about how I could sue her since the accident was 50% her fault as, obviously, her shoes happen to have been untied.
No. We find our places in situations. Where we participate, along with a group of whatever size, with the people we will know. We have first impressions and opportunties to surprise and replace first impressions. We have location. Where we're literally stuck in a locale for time. During that time we have the opportunities to meet whomever may happen to also be stuck in that locale for a corresponding period of time. And then, again, we have first impressions, and so on.
What if I've used up all the first impressions and locations in my certain period of time? I need to find a new locale or afford myself new situations in which to have more first impressions.
What if I can't do that?
What if I work where I work and I do what I do, and I can afford to live where I can afford to live, therefore, I live where I live?
. . . Hmm . . .
Well . . . then, it would seem one has then used up all of his situations and locations for the time being - until he finds himself in a new situation/locale . . . whenever that may be.
This is why I'm single.
Because I'm brainwashed. I've been brainwashed by corporate media to believe that I'm gonna find love, or relationship, or infatuation through some chance happening where I bump in to a random girl in the middle of some quirky or inconsequential event, and she'll find me utterly charming, and I'll find her absolutely irresistable. And, we'll set off on an eventful course of excursions and escapades where we discover for ourselves that we are the, respectfully, perfect one for the eachotheR. And, our lives will be inextricably intertwined forever as we venture on to our futures, enjoying the fruits of love, and happiness, for the rest of our mortal days. Cue the ending sequence of The Notebook.
And, shit doesn't happen that way.
I don't find myself stuck on the subway platform just seconds away from making it aboard, standing, stranded, beside some gorgeous, brunette, girl-next-door in a sundress, though it's raining. Shit doesn't happen that way.
I don't accidentally trip her and myself while rushing to class, stumbling and nearly collapsing across the quad in a heap of books, notebook paper, man. No, she doesn't find my awkwardness and ineptitude at flirtation refreshing and, oddly, beguiling; I don't sweep her off her feet with a witty line about how I could sue her since the accident was 50% her fault as, obviously, her shoes happen to have been untied.
No. We find our places in situations. Where we participate, along with a group of whatever size, with the people we will know. We have first impressions and opportunties to surprise and replace first impressions. We have location. Where we're literally stuck in a locale for time. During that time we have the opportunities to meet whomever may happen to also be stuck in that locale for a corresponding period of time. And then, again, we have first impressions, and so on.
What if I've used up all the first impressions and locations in my certain period of time? I need to find a new locale or afford myself new situations in which to have more first impressions.
What if I can't do that?
What if I work where I work and I do what I do, and I can afford to live where I can afford to live, therefore, I live where I live?
. . . Hmm . . .
Well . . . then, it would seem one has then used up all of his situations and locations for the time being - until he finds himself in a new situation/locale . . . whenever that may be.
This is why I'm single.