On the Concept of a Perfect Match
My heart is a huge troll. You’d think that it’d become more wary with age, but the older I get, the easier it is to fall in love with people. In high school, it took me at least a semester before I could acknowledge that I’d developed feelings for somebody. In college, it took me about a month and a half to form an attachment to my first love. A year later, I began feeling things for a friend after one hangout and a couple of long Gchat conversations. In a span of eight years, the process of love (or something like it) has hastened from four months to about 0.2 seconds — the time it takes for someone to flash me a smile as we pass each other on a sidewalk.
Maybe it’s biology. I’m 24 and the clock’s ticking. I suspect I’ve been reading too many novels. Or maybe I’m bending to social pressures, as half of my friends are either dating, married, or in serious relationships. All I know is that sometime during the last 8 years, I gave up maintaining a tolerance for attraction. Back then, I at least tried to not like people, especially when they were out of my league. Now I just run with it because really, what else are you supposed to do when you meet somebody whose company you would enjoy even if you were stuck together in a broken elevator for 12 hours?
Now I know what has ruined me — Genesis 2. You know, “Bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh”. Can you imagine waking from a deep slumber to find your perfect match? As much as a I rail against the concept of soulmates, I’ve conducted my life as if I actually believe in them. I rationalize all of my failed relationships and pursuits with the idea that they’re steering me toward the person I’ll eventually end up with. Sometimes I wonder if we’ve already met and I just don’t recognize him for who he is. I don’t anticipate a beacon of light, the songs of angels, or even an epiphany, but rather, the delicious assurance that this person was prepared especially for me.
Reposted from my personal blog, which you can visit to read more entries like this one.
