“CALL ME”
Please don’t. I hate talking on the phone.
“SMILE”
I’ll smile when/if I goddamn want to, chauvinist candy heart.
“ROCK STAR”
I’ve lived past 27, though.
“LOVE YOU”
Getting to know me better will cure you of that.
Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day, perhaps now the last holiday left to be affected by COVID, as we’ve almost come all the way around the sun from when all the lockdowns and restrictions began. Still a ways to go with all this. Times are very unpredictable.
Which leads me to my topic today.
People like to say “there’s someone for everyone” or “you’ll meet the right person”. This absolute certainty that somewhere in the future is the Perfect Partner.
Well, here’s the thing no one likes to point out. No, there is absolutely no guarantee of ever meeting some “perfect” person. Obviously. Hell, there’s no guarantee of even meeting and getting together with an adequate person.
And, no, it’s not because you necessarily did anything “wrong”. I mean, maybe you did. Everyone is flawed and dealbreaking stuff happens. But there’s all kinds of reasons. For some romance to happen, one person has to be into the other person AND the other person has to be into them AND there needs to be some degree of compatibility. Any one of these can be rare on its own, but for all three to happen? That’s downright miraculous. Far from a certainty.
There’s especially the issue when someone might still be figuring out they are gay or asexual or are otherwise trying to figure out something intrinsic about themself that could be affecting things. Which, again, definitely not a fault or a flaw. Just who one is.
The point is, sure, a lot of people manage that trifecta (or commonly enough just two out of three, with that lack of compatibility or mutuality coming back to bite sooner or later). But a lot don’t. There’s no guarantee someone will.
And that’s okay!
There’s more to life.
Maybe instead of empty assurances of some eventual happy ever after (and, you know, never take advice from someone who thinks those words ever apply to relationships!), stop acting like romantic pairing is the Most Important Thing. A requirement. A given. A guarantee. Because it’s not, and it doesn’t actually help anyone or anything to act like it is.
Life is complicated. We all are on many paths and get our joys and sorrows from all sorts of things. We can’t always anticipate the next step. Whatever will be will be.
Yadda, yadda, yadda…
Anyway, more candy hearts!
“MISS YOU”
I’m right here.
“DREAM”
How many seeming achievements of the aforementioned trifecta turn out to be that?
“LET’S HANG”
Not if we don’t get caught by the sheriff!
“NICE”
Okay, but if I eat a different heart, are you just going to bitch about being “friend zoned” or some shit?
“LAUGH”
Oh, I already am.