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| Ugh. |
Yes it's four in the morning and I haven't slept a wink. And scientists have deliberately proven that the amount of time you've been awake is linearly proportional with how melancholic you are, which implies that I am now melancholic as fuck. My melancholy-level probably ranks somewhere between Adele and Taylor Swift right now. And I'm writing about something that -- if you're older than 15 year old -- you're very well accustomed to. About relationship.
You know, sometimes I find myself wishing that relationships were more like lego, that if it doesn't work out we can just knock it down and start all over again without anyone getting hurt.
Or if that was too much, I wish that at least soulmates were born with matching tattoos ingrained so that girls don't have to kiss so many random frogs before one of them miraculously turn into a prince charming (hopefully before they catch a salmonella). Or so that guys don't have to run around the city with a glass shoe in one hand looking for his princess.
Or heck. If that was still too much, I'd even settle down with an Android application that lets me find people with similar view of life as mine.
But we know life doesn't work that way. People come and people go. And when there is a "hello," a "goodbye" lurks somewhere around the corner.
You see, I once stumbled upon a definition of love that I think is the most accurate.
So what does being in love feel like?
It's like there's a button in front of you that says, "Press this for a 1 in 100 chance to get free cookies." But every time you press it, a bird comes and shits on your head. Yet you still press it.
You still press it because people who managed to endure all the bird shits and actually get a cookie tell you that it's the BEST cookie they've ever had. They tell you it's so good that they'll willingly get shit on 99 more times in hope of getting another cookie.
So despite all the bird shit, you keep pressing.
But we've hurt people and been hurt by others. We've pressed the "button" countless times and all it does is just summon a bird who will shit on our head out of nowhere. Yet we keep pressing the button hoping to get a cookie.
There will come a point in your life when you can't help but stroll through life and find your heart wondering "Is he/she the one for me?" to everyone you run into (especially if they're the opposite sex). And as you get closer to them, you find your heart whispering even more, "Hey, maybe I can live with this person."
And this is actually way more dangerous than it sounds like. You don't want your heart convincing you that you can live with them. You want your heart screaming at you, "HEY LOOK, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THIS PERSON. CAN'T YOU JUST MARRY THEM ALREADY?" This world is full of fish, so don't settle down until you find a fucking mermaid.
If you just settle down with a person that you THINK you can live with, you'd just end up wasting the rest of your life. Oh yeah, and not to mention you're exponentially increasing the world's population (which apparently is already WAYYYYY OUT OF HAND).
Don't be afraid of pressing the button, the amount of bird shit you have been enduring will be nothing when you finally get the cookie.
