Girls these days
Jun. 13th, 2005 05:25 pmHenry: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?
Leonardo da Vinci: As a matter of fact, I do.
Henry: Well then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do finally find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears, or she does, but you're too distracted to notice?
Leonardo da Vinci: You learn to pay attention.
Henry: Then let's say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?
I recently spoke to a friend of mine with whom I had no conversed with in a while. Apparently she's got a new boyfriend, and he's THE ONE, her soulmate, she's felt complete since she met him, etc., etc., ad nasuem. I'd be more happy for her, if I weren't so bloody doubtful. Having not spoken in some time, I thought, oh, this happened months ago. No. This happened a week and a half ago, and thus enters my doubt and disbelief. I just... I have a hard time believing in people my age (especially girls; they'll be the soonest to claim it) having found The One. No matter how romantic he's being.
That is not to suggest it's not possible. Indeed not. I stongly believe in, say,
shiseiji and Matt being an excellent match please, please, please be okay, and both are younger than I. They've also been together at least two to two & a half years and been reasonably stable throughout. If they said they were meant to be, they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, I'd say finally! However, I wouldn't say it if they'd announced that a week into their relationship.
It just seems to me that many girls my age seem to claim that they've found love and he loves her so much, he must be the one... I mean, shit, I fell in love once. Got my heart broken even. But, I don't think I ever believed Judah was The One omgsquee4eva!!!!11!! or that we'd end up getting married and spending the rest of our lives together. (Funnily enough, he was married by the time he was 20 to the girl he chose over me) I think it takes more time than a lot of people take, to be sure of one's feelings about a relationship, or that it's 'meant to be.' How can anyone truly claim to love, to be in love, with someone that they've been with and known for only a short time? It's awfully extreme. One of the things I hated when I was with Jason back when we were 14 was how quickly he started saying, "I love you" and how I felt pressured to reply the same even though I knew I most certainly did not.
I despise the word love sometimes, or how easily it gets misused and misunderstood. Not to mention the many different types of love--there really ought to be more words to descibe them, like how the Greeks had the three words for it. If it's not misunderstanding when using the word love in a non-romantic sense (like
pandoras_evil_t specifying she loves me as a sister), saying you don't love someone often gets such a wrong reaction too. As if it's impossible to merely like someone to varying degrees, lesser than those of love.
If I were to say that I don't love Peter--and I don't...yet--I'd have to expand that statement to include the facts that I do like him--a lot--and that yes, there could be a possiblity that one day I might love him, or I'd sound like a heartless bitch undeserving of his attention. (I struggle with believing he'll give me any attention, deserved or undeserved shh... ignore my insecurities and fear of rejection.) Though, I'm sure I'd rather come off sounding heartless and undeserving, than be another headless chicken proclaiming to the heavens that, oh beauty divine, joy of joys, love hath found me, and forever may it last.
Such sappiness, especially this early on, is unbecoming. What am I saying? May I never, no matter how enthralled I may become, never sound so sooky and wet.
Fin.
Leonardo da Vinci: As a matter of fact, I do.
Henry: Well then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do finally find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears, or she does, but you're too distracted to notice?
Leonardo da Vinci: You learn to pay attention.
Henry: Then let's say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?
I recently spoke to a friend of mine with whom I had no conversed with in a while. Apparently she's got a new boyfriend, and he's THE ONE, her soulmate, she's felt complete since she met him, etc., etc., ad nasuem. I'd be more happy for her, if I weren't so bloody doubtful. Having not spoken in some time, I thought, oh, this happened months ago. No. This happened a week and a half ago, and thus enters my doubt and disbelief. I just... I have a hard time believing in people my age (especially girls; they'll be the soonest to claim it) having found The One. No matter how romantic he's being.
That is not to suggest it's not possible. Indeed not. I stongly believe in, say,
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It just seems to me that many girls my age seem to claim that they've found love and he loves her so much, he must be the one... I mean, shit, I fell in love once. Got my heart broken even. But, I don't think I ever believed Judah was The One omgsquee4eva!!!!11!! or that we'd end up getting married and spending the rest of our lives together. (Funnily enough, he was married by the time he was 20 to the girl he chose over me) I think it takes more time than a lot of people take, to be sure of one's feelings about a relationship, or that it's 'meant to be.' How can anyone truly claim to love, to be in love, with someone that they've been with and known for only a short time? It's awfully extreme. One of the things I hated when I was with Jason back when we were 14 was how quickly he started saying, "I love you" and how I felt pressured to reply the same even though I knew I most certainly did not.
I despise the word love sometimes, or how easily it gets misused and misunderstood. Not to mention the many different types of love--there really ought to be more words to descibe them, like how the Greeks had the three words for it. If it's not misunderstanding when using the word love in a non-romantic sense (like
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If I were to say that I don't love Peter--and I don't...yet--I'd have to expand that statement to include the facts that I do like him--a lot--and that yes, there could be a possiblity that one day I might love him, or I'd sound like a heartless bitch undeserving of his attention. (I struggle with believing he'll give me any attention, deserved or undeserved shh... ignore my insecurities and fear of rejection.) Though, I'm sure I'd rather come off sounding heartless and undeserving, than be another headless chicken proclaiming to the heavens that, oh beauty divine, joy of joys, love hath found me, and forever may it last.
Such sappiness, especially this early on, is unbecoming. What am I saying? May I never, no matter how enthralled I may become, never sound so sooky and wet.
Fin.