Relationships to Love; how startling.
I’ve always wondered if I just keep reblogging if I’ll still have followers or even just post what I’m thinking once in a while. The thought never occurred to me that it doesn’t really matter what I put on my tumblr because most followers won’t even read what I write, or at least take the time to. At this point, I’ve thought about a few things in life and the very apparent issue taken up in high is not drinking, doing drugs, or simply my grades in life but our love lives.
I understand why you need to announce on Facebook that you’re taken, in a relationship, or your relationship is complicated: to tell people who are single that you are not someone to flirt with due to the fact that you’re taken. I understand that much. What I don’t understand is when people “like” the fact that you’ve broken up with someone. Actually, let’s take it a few steps back. I don’t understand why people “like” the fact that you had a relationship change and then just sock you in the face bombarding you with questions like “Who is it?” “WHAAAT?” “Why didn’t you tell me?”. The answer to these questions is simple to me, “Why do you care so much?”. It seems like no one respects privacy anymore. If I want to tell you, I would tell you. If I want to fake a relationship with someone or actually be in a relationship but not tell the whole Facebook-interconnected world, that’s honestly none of your business because if you are close enough to me, or even just came up to ask me, I am 99.99% sure I would tell you the person or the answer you’re looking for. I guess that moves us onto the next topic of love.
Love. Oh, what a beautiful emotion. Could easily bring happiness or simply destruction. So what is it about love that people, including myself, find so satisfying? Is it knowing there is that one person out there that would always love you regardless of your actions? No, there’s family for that. So why am I longing, yearning, and searching for that person to call my loved one? The one that I want to spend the rest of my long life with? The one that will love me in sickness and in health until death do us part? My short 17 year-old life span filled with at least 10 years of schooling experience tells me that the notion of falling in love is beautiful. There is always going to be that Prince Charming out there waiting to swift me off my feet and carry me into the sunset. I’ve been fed to believe true love does exist and as much as I wish for it to exist, high school relationships seem to get in the way with that. The number of guys I’m actually interested in at school is limited. The number of available guys, in general, is limited. The number of girls at school is far more than the number of guys. Thus, we’re all in a fight with one another. Whoever flirts the most wins at finding true love and those who play the game fair and square, don’t seem to find it at this very moment. Some never break up. Some break up after 5 years. Some after 2 years. Some after a year. Some after 6 months. Some after 3 months. Some after 2 weeks. Some after 3 days. And some just can’t reject the person.
Needless to say, I don’t know if I’ve actually fallen in love or loved the idea of what love can do to me. In high school, I’ve learned a lot about relationships. Some couples do last forever, some don’t. But the funniest part is, this game never ends. Once you enter the game, you never leave until you find your soulmate; to go through that, there is endless pain from heartbreak, endless mingling and flirting, endless conversations, and endless repetitive realizations that this game is ridiculous and not meant for me. However, you’re sucked in already, already part of the cycle. Once you’re in, there’s no out because once you’ve had this taste of what it feels like to be part of the game, you’re never going to stop until you find your love wherever that person may be.