Catch 22
So yesterday I was at lunch with the roommate and she said something that kind of threw my mind into a complete whirlwind. We were sitting by the windows of the student union. She looks out and stares for a few minutes, then turns to me and says:
“I just thought of something weird. Do you realize that each person we see walking by has a perfect man or woman for them somewhere?”
My response didn’t convey my actual thoughts. I responded with a nonchalant “wow, you’re right”. But my mind was racing. I couldn’t tell you exactly how the though process went, but here’s a vague outline:
“holy crap. she’s right”
“do you think they realize that?”
“where’s my perfect match?”
“when will this all happen?”
“why the heck am I waiting?”
“has my past been in vain?”
I don’t know when it happened but I settled on a conclusion: If I believe that I’ll find my perfect match by letting fate handle it, I might miss out on a lot of good opportunities. Yet at the same time, if I take every opportunity I get in the romantic area I’ll just get so sick of ending up with the wrong guys.
(2 years ago)Like I am right now.
