Age of Reason

I try to avoid, whenever possible, sweeping generalizations because as the great Lewis Black once said, "We are all like snowflakes."  I realized today, however that we are all the same, at heart.  No matter what the candy-coated shell looks like, or what you call it, or which way you twist the M to a W or vice-versa, we're essentially creatures fueled by the same basic human needs.  We all need to eat. As I once learned from a book, "Everybody Poops," we all do that too. We all need love.

That last thing is the part I'm going to pick up and run with.  I never pretend to be a therapist; I feel that there are enough qualified, trained professionals already.  I only have my experiences and my observations, but what it all adds up to is we need love.  "People need people." (Unless you are one of those creepy loner types who lives in a basement or attic and has memorized every line to several sci-fi movies, which you might use as a novelty act at parties should you one day get invited to one...I digress) 

I realized today that I am beyond my "fling" phase of young adulthood.  I am ready to meet someone fabulous and settle down and just be in a serious monogamous relationship.  Here's my caveat to that:  I am ready to MEET someone new.  I've dated crazy people, married people, boring people, poly-amorous people, and clearly unavailable people.  I am ready to meet someone real and be in love again. 

Love is a really weird thing.  I've found that it makes me do ridiculous things, like fly around the world, sing songs in public (a la John Cusack from Say Anything),  and an endless list of otherwise completely insane behavior.  Why? Because I'm half convinced that being in love is somewhat like having a mental illness.  We all know what I'm doing is crazy, but I can't stop myself from chasing that feeling like a predatory jungle cat.

I suppose my big epiphany is less of an epiphany and more of a small mental "click." I have after several months, finally decided to move on and stop daydreaming about the unavailable (and out of my league) professor, as well as the married, crazy, or otherwise delinquents.


I never thought I had anything to bring to the table, but lo, and behold, there are lots of things on my table. I finally have enough self-respect to take myself serious.  The bar is higher, the risk greater, but I'm enjoying the view.