I'm sitting in an airport at an ungodly hour right now on this fine Monday morning, kicking myself for not having been more proactive about this post. Today's post might end up being a lot like me: kinda short and definitely a little messy. Let's get started, shall we?
I was in the car on the way to the airport, mulling over the things about which I have limited knowledge that I could pontificate about here and I ended up landing on something that is still a little new to me: The One. You know who I'm talking about. That person that everyone fantasizes about at one point or another in their life, even if only briefly. The person that some people firmly believe are out there and others believe are just a myth. The person with only you in their heart and forever in their eyes. That crap.
I've yo-yoed back and forth about what I believe about The One and, being nineteen, I will not be one to say I know all there is to know about the subject. I'm not even sure my grandparents who have been married for over fifty years would definitively say they're experts. That's the thing about The One--it's different for everyone and it's sort of this ever-evolving idea that's tricky to pin down, which is obviously why I've decided to tackle it on a whim at seven o' clock in the morning.
To start, I'll rewind a little to a couple years ago. I don't care who you are, every single person on this planet has at least one time in their life imagined their The One and what he/she/it/they/any other pronoun are like. In my case, I had this scarily specific picture of my The One. He would wear flannels (that I could steal, as one does). He would love coffee as much as I do and we would adventure to cute little fringe coffee shops together. He would devour books like it was his oxygen and we would always exchange novel recommendations and have long conversations about them. He would be strong and sure and steady. There was almost no doubt in my mind that this person existed. Fast forward to now and there still isn't. I fully believe that that person is out there somewhere. But the one thing that has changed from then to now is that I no longer think that person is who I'm supposed to be with.
We all have these ideas in our heads of who the perfect person for us is. We are positive we know who our The One is going to be like, and we are sure we are meant to be with this person. In reality, we are completely clueless. Someone who is perfect on paper and has everything we want may be lacking in a lot of what we don't realize that we need. A person may love coffee and books as much as you do, but might not know how to handle it when you break down crying over a foreign commercial. A person may write poems about you and let you get away with stealing their clothes, but they might not appreciate how weird you get when you're tired or laugh at your jokes that are really not that funny. A person may know how to please you, but they might not know how to love you.
The fact is, we know what we want. You can write a list of the qualities you're looking for in a significant other that goes on for days. However, we can never predict what we actually need. Often times we overlook people because they don't possess the exact list of traits that we think make up our The One. We dismiss someone because they're never seen a single episode of our favorite television show or heard our favorite song before, but all I'm trying to say is maybe try not to do that. Keep your mind open, because you may find that someone who doesn't quite fit your The One mold could turn out to be even better than what you imagined. They may be right around the corner for you or they may be a little ways down the road for you, but the thing about The One is that you can never really keep your eyes out for them because they may not look like or come in the package that you thought they would.
That's about all I've got.
This post is super shoddy and a little disjointed, but I think I've gotten my point across to a certain extent. I'm actually not sure if I even have a point. The biggest thing I want you to take away from me today is this: don't start your blog post on the day you want to post it. Bad idea.
*I'm really getting better at this whole having a blog thing because I just set up the option to get a fancy email every time I post, which could definitely get annoying so join at your own risk [at the bottom of the page]!!!
I don't really have a picture that coincides with this post so here is a cool picture of my friends and I who are not sponsored by Converse but act like we are