I’m feeling about halfway inspired, but I’m sure it has to do with the fact that I also feel a little sleep deprived at the same time. At any rate, I figured I’d give this one a shot.
There’s been some stuff bugging me lately, but none more than our so-called “pursuit of happiness” when it comes to relationships. I can admit that I’ve been guilty (on more than one occasion) of obsessing about this idea that we have to chase perfection. It can become an all-consuming entity that, in turn, can block the true pursuit of happiness in our every day lives. There will never be a perfect person; there will only be the perfect person for you.
How many times have I heard that one? More than I can count on one hand.
I’m probably the biggest hopeless romantic there is, but somewhere down the line the whole idea has become jaded to me. I’d love to fall in love again. I’d love to have my dream of getting married, traveling together, raising a family and all that jazz come true as much as the next person. After my best friend got hitched, all the guys in our “wolfpack” had a discussion on who was next in line. I believe I was listed pretty high on that list, yet here I am. I have no complaints with my life at the moment except for feeling unfulfilled in the “significant other” portion of my life. Although I feel young at heart and am on the verge of celebrating my 8th Annual 21st Birthday in less than two months, I’d like to get my feet planted and move into that next part of my life.
But what about this “pursuit of happiness” I started talking about? Well, I realized that it isn’t happiness I’ve been after. It’s more of this obsession I have with chasing perfection. I know I’m not the greatest looking fella on the planet & my normality may sometimes come into question, but I know what attracts me and what type of person I want. I just haven’t found her yet. I want a best friend. A person who can share in my laughs, someone who won’t judge me when I show her wrestling videos I recorded when I was younger, someone who can get down & dirty in a Rock Band party with my friends, someone who I can call a “penis” and she calls me “homo” right back and someone who loves me unconditionally without stressing about how insane our relationship can because we take a flight for the weekend to Aruba for no reason. And not to sound superficial, but that person also has to be the most gorgeous person in MY eyes. I don’t want Megan Fox for obvious anatomical reasons (google “Megan Fox thumbs” for a reference), but I want my sexy beast. That’s not too much to ask, is it?
How many times have I said that? Too many to count.
Maybe someday, the good guys will win again and get who they deserve. People like my brother and I are one-of-a-kind yet lady luck isn’t on our side when it comes to… the ladies. One day we’ll learn to stop chasing Amy & learn that it’s okay for her to chase us.
Stay tuned…
