They keep telling you to find somebody. It’s hard to see clearly when all your friends have their arms wrapped around another human being.
They keep telling you to find somebody, like they were sitting in a pound (the kind that gives away soulmates), just waiting to be found. It’s not that you don’t know where to look or when, you probably just don’t believe in looking. Maybe because the only time you actually found something worth its salt was when you weren’t looking. It snuck up from behind and it changed your life. And you’re the sort of person who wears her glasses on her head and asks if anyone’s seen them- so you’re grateful.
Maybe it’s because the ones you’d like to find aren’t hanging boards around their necks with your name on them. Maybe they also believe in being found instead, which would make the situation not only ironic, but tragic too. But that’s how love goes- sometimes ego gets in the way.
Sometimes they order you to find someone, because they care and they empathize and they only want what’s best for you. But if we could find the things we’re searching just because someone ordered to us to look harder, we’d all be searching no more.
They say you ought to find someone because the time is right. Maybe it was never meant to be a race or a project with deadlines. Actually, there is no time more right than the time you find this someone, or when someone finds you or somehow something magical happens, is there? Why don’t tell you that?
Then they remind you that there is no point to be being alone, that finding somebody is not a choice, but a necessity. But there is a difference between necessities and luxuries. Love is a privelege, not a necessity, companionship probably is and even that is debatable. And they’re hinting at a loss of selfworth by telling you to rely on another person as a crutch. That doesn’t sound right and it probably isn’t anyway.
They tell you not to be a bitter cynic and give people the benefit of the doubt. They tell you not to be overly critical. What they don’t know is that it is not just credible that you have the right to higher standards, but that it is completely neccessary. You see, reality is mediocre enough as it is, without having to tone down expectations to suit reality.
Else we’d all wake up in fulfilled dreams; what’s the point of waking up to that?