Finding the right person

Not too long ago I saw a sign outside a church, it read "The Message is about being - not finding - the right person". Well, I wasn't too sure what their version of "the message" was all about so I'm not talking about that. But I wished the whole damn town saw that sign.

It seems just about everyone has their whole lives on hold waiting to find "the right person", "the one" or "prince charming". The fact is, nobody is the right person, the one has syphilis and prince charming is an inbred royal.

At the same time, there is a lot of people going around and saying "you complete me", and that their partner somehow fills some void that was keeping them from being whole. There are a lot of clingy, needy, jealous and protective people. Why aren't these things listed as mental disorders? It's borderline insanity.

A good relationship based on two strong, confident, "complete" individuals has more value than a relationship that basically amounts to mortal interdependence. "I couldn't live without him", but sorry, you're going to have to. Better work on getting your marbles together.

For arguments sake, let's say I'm Mr. Right. (when the hell am I ever wrong?) Let's say we get married, I cook every meal, I remember your birthday, this that and the other thing you might like. (this is getting purely theoretical here) But it all doesn't matter. I'm going to die before you. My liver is going to explode, my heart will stop and the tumor in my brain will just do me in. Either that or I'm hit by a bus or killed by a deranged fan. I'm not some sort of superman, and immortality isn't going to be invented tomorrow, so don't get carried away.

The idea that is trying to be conveyed here is that single people should get their heads out of their asses before putting a personal ad in the paper. It's okay to be fishing, but if you're going to shoot yourself if nothing bites, you've cracked. Get yourself a padded cell.

Too many people are searching very hard for "the right person" not because it would be nice to have someone around, but more to legitimize their own existence. Some notion that they aren't anybody without somebody. This is how drugs like Prozac have made so much money.

It just happens to be Valentines Day so I felt this is sort of fitting to post this now. See, holidays are stupid. Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day and all the rest are basically useless. The idea that on a prescribed day you should go give gifts / eat candy / get drunk / hook up is just bullshit. I'm going go get wasted, eat whatever, be generous and get some any day that I want. Hell, Wednesday is called "Hump Day" and it occurs 52 times in one year, so this leads one to wonder if Valentine's Day is even relevant.