There's a comedian named Louis C.K. If you have no knowledge of him I recommend you go to your nearest video store or Netflix account and educate yourself....wait...come back here! Do it later. Jeez what’s wrong with you?
Anyway I was watching one of his routines and he was talking about dating. Basically he says that no matter what, it will end badly.
Maybe you meet and one of you thinks the other is repulsive. One of you will be hurt and miserable.
Maybe you meet and things seem great..... for a while. Then the spark fizzles out and you break up. One of you will be hurt and miserable.
Or maybe you meet and the heavens open up and angels sing. You date, you get married, you have kids who grow up to be productive members of society and give you adorable, grandparent-worshiping grandchildren. You have holidays together that make the cover of the Saturday Evening Post look like a Manson family reunion. You make sweet, passionate love to each other twice a week into your 80's. He opens doors for you and you cook for him, or vice versa. Whatever floats your boat.
But then...sure as shit...one of you WILL die....and the other one will be hurt and miserable.
So basically, in relationships, the BEST CASE SCENARIO...is death.
So why do we do it? What is so freaking awesome about this thing we chase after...this elusive feeling...this luuuuuuuuuuuuuuvvvvv....that makes us temporarily, sometimes for the long-term, blind to the sheer misery that it is sure to cause?
Now I'm not sure if have any male readers, but if I do, here is where you're thinking that it's totally worth it because you get to put Tab A into Slot B on a semi-regular basis. You are now excused from this conversation. You are genetically incapable of participating. It’s not your fault, but be gone with you.
But ladies....seriously. Why do we try so hard to find Mr. Right when we know his socks will stink just as bad as those of Mr. Wrong? Why do we dream of the day when we can say "I Do" when statistics show that if he does, he won't for long?
There are theories that we are simply wired that way. Just like the men are wired to dip their wicks every chance they get, we're wired to find the caveman who will keep the wooly mammoth out of the cave. But really, how often does it work out that way? Right now I'm 0 & 2 (or am I 2 & 0? I should know better than to try to pull off a sports analogy)....I have two failed long-term relationships. I have my very own .357 magnum to which I have no problem introducing any wooly mammoth that dares darken my cave opening. So why do I glance at the left hand of every reasonable looking man who is polite to me? I am quite capable of going out and clubbing some protein over the head and dragging it home to cook over a fire (ok..Aldi's & the microwave, work with me here). So why do I still shave my legs?
If the theory that we're wired that way is true, we're wired to be stupid.
I'm not claiming to have evolved beyond any of this nonsense. Not at all. Even as I take a break from the soul-crushing task of making a relationship work (and perhaps that's best given my attitude, yathink?) I am at the same time looking forward to getting back out there at some point. I am guilty of entering my search criteria into Match.com and perusing the results. In fact didn't their tagline used to be "Go ahead, it's free to look"?. I am far from ready to open myself up to that sort of heartache again, but I'm acknowledging that at some point I'm going to do it....scary as it is.
But I don't know why. Maybe when I figure that out I'll know I'm ready. Or, best case scenario, I'll be dead.
Today's lunch: This really awesome vegetable bake that my friend Dee turned me on to. You just take a shitload of veggies (I used squash, bell peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms & onion) cut them up, drizzle on a little olive oil, add salt & pepper, bake it at 350 for an hour, add some mozzarella cheese to the top, bake again 'till melted. Simple and delicious. So I had that with applesauce. And diet coke...if I don't add some chemicals to the meal I fear my body will go into shock and reject the healthy food.