With nods to unenuitblanche.
Rain once wrote something brilliant maybe a decade ago called My Soulmate Sells Kumquats in Istanbul, or something. Basically, it was about the ridiculousness of the concept of a soulmate.
Fun with math:
- There are 8.2 million people here in NYC.
- With some 65% women, that means 5.33 million women.
- Assume arguendo that 1% of 1% are perfect for me - the right age, look, brains, education, dietary restrictions, whatnot.
- Ergo, there are 533 women in NYC perfect for me. Perfect. I just gotta find em.
Oh please. Trust me, their stuff ain't that grand.
The only thing that changes in your relationship life is the degree of (a) effort and (b) forgiveness two people expend. That's it. It's true of any relationship - lovers, friends, family.
One-itus. It's a crock. And don't tell me I'm not a romantic - if you've read me at all you know I am.
It's lot more romantic, IMHO, that two people work on making something...work, than two people being together because they both happen like the same obscure 80s band.
The one means, you're the one I found cause I'm too lazy or scared to go up to a stranger and ask, what's your story morning glory?
1% of 1%. I assure you, there're others.
Music: I was off kilter, now I got shelter