The issue of relationships, particularly that of romantic relationships, has become a main focus with the majority of the people I know. It’s like a tidal wave. After the meteor (which scientists officially declared the “Infatuation Rock”) hits earth, the ocean swells and reaches immeasurable heights, while we people go about on land, oblivious to what’s about to sweep in on us. I watch as the shadow approaches and all I can do is smile. I look at everyone’s faces, their expressions clearly awestruck in the wonder and overwhelming size of it all. Not me, no no no… My feet are cement, firmly planted, immovable–I’m a rock. Nay, I’m a boulder. Untouchable and totally prepared for any tidal wave.
The reality: While everyone has their own personal submarine set to autopilot, I’m armed only with orange rubber floaties and a fish net.
Don’t misinterpret what I’m saying. I’m not involved with anyone. I haven’t been hit by any tidal wave of love. As far as I know, no one’s interested. I’m simply beginning to see how small I am in the broad spectrum. I’ve stepped out and taken a nice, long gander at everything and everyone around me. People are hooking up. Valentine’s day is less than three weeks away. Hormones are on the rise. Girls are pretty, smooth, and we smell nice. Guys are big, warm, and great for cuddling.
Grab your snorkels and breathe deep. Don’t think for one second that you’re the exception. I certainly don’t think I am.