1) It is "Single's Awareness Day" more than it is Valentine's Day. I mean, we become more aware of who exactly is single than we do of who is in a relationship. Or, I just become sick of relationships. I mean, the entire world needs not know who is whose love, (or at least a bitterly sick fishy89 does not). I guess there's a simple solution - Go out. Do stuff. Well, that's the plan, man.
2) I hate my own karma. I seriously am beginning to believe that sometime I have done something so horridly awful that karma still hasn't finished punishing me. For those of you who do know, you'll know exactly where this is headed. For the others, I'll spare the details because, really, no. I've gotten to the point where I can no longer think that something good will happen because as soon as I do think so, adversity strikes. And... a situation that like, let's choose an arbitrary number, 6 of my girl friends think is a certain way, will not be that certain way. (I don't know for sure, I'm speculating... but I'm seriously afraid to find out because it's jut no longer becoming worth anything. BLAH!)
3) I had an interesting conversation with my friend back in NYC last night about why people treat other people like poop (note the language filter) when it comes to relationships. And, I wish I knew the answer. One of my major character flaws (here we go, Death of a Salesman style "tragic heroism") is that I fail to really understand why people behave in ways that directly oppose my personality. For instance, I know I would not treat a girl like poop, so it befuddles me why someone else would do so.
4) Have you ever noticed that many people shorten Valentine's Day to V-Day? That sounds like something out of a war. Who was it that said "Why does love always feel like a battlefield?" That girl...what's-her-face... Jordin Sparks. Well, Jordin, there's your answer. :)
5) I've come to the conclusion that the single most important aspect of life is that you enjoy living it, to the fullest extent possible. Always do what you do and enjoy doing it. Like me and teaching... I enjoy doing it. If I didn't, I probably would be a, gag, business major. Gag. Did I mention...gag. Anyway, to tie this in with the "dat love dhing" theme of this post, my perfect girl will be one who complements all of the above situation. Not compliments, as in says "Oh fishy89, you're amazing because you do that stuff," but complements as in, you know, makes a 90 degree angle. (Oops, sorry Doc, did I use degrees?)
6) The following posts have nothing to do with love, just have happened recently:
(a) Started new field placement with 5th graders! So much fun.
(b) Started my grad class. So intimidating, but so worth doing.
(c) Sososososososososososososo much work. :/
To those of you with love in your lives, have a very Happy Valentine's Day. To those of you who think they have no love in their lives, I urge you to do a reexamination because you will find some.
I wouldn't start blaming things on "karma" if I were you. I know it's tempting to believe that as a thoroughly likable guy you should also be likable to women, but chalking it up to "fate" or "destiny" excuses the fact that we in fact have much more control than that over our lives. Both of us have been so unlucky in love not because we've been targeted by some unseen force, but because, at least in part, we haven't been doing things the right way. Women are not straightforward and what attracts them is also much more than meets the eye.
ReplyDeleteIt's also easy to believe that women treat us like poo all the time. It can definitely feel like that. But I question whether girls who are otherwise perfectly wonderful would really turn into awful people in the romantic realms of their lives. Women and men act differently for various reasons, and I think it's important to recognize that those differences lead to many of our problems. (I'm applying some of the principles I've learned about cultures to genders, but I think there's a strong similarity.) That's not excusing women when they act wrongly, but I think it's simply more complicated than what we realize.