I've recently learned that the rest of the world is just as stressed out and critical of themselves as I am. I have always thought that the very things that make life hard would get easier as I got older. You know, things like matters of the heart, love...um...love and love. This belief in the innate perfection of age has been the only thing that has nurtured what hope is left for my heart. I came across a group of people that are slightly older than I recently at a get together and realized there is no hope for the human emotion love. Not only is love confusing and painful when you're in your twenties, but the longer you try the worse it gets.
So, I've decided..like many other of my twenty something friends...that love is not going to be taken so seriously anymore. Now, when I say this I do not refer to the love of your family or even food for that matter. I am refering to love of another in the grand search for a partner.
I have decided to take what connections I may make for what they are and not to expect eternity from them. For the experience of romantic love is fairly new concept in the grand scheme of society and I for one do not have the energy to be a guinea pig for this little experiment. Anyone want to arrange a marriage for me????(please tell me you know that i'm joking.)
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