babble
Monday, November 03, 2003
Her jokes attract the lucky bad type:
Recently I became aware of a really odd feeling that I've been having that I couldn't quite place. You see, normally (and especially after my last breakup), I am a fairly misanthropic loner type, and even though I have been in love and had long-term, fulfilling relationships, I have always felt a little more comfortable when I'm by myself. After my last relationship ended, I basically became convinced that I would be a freewheelin' single gal for the foreseeable future, and I was fine with that. However, it appears as though I have contracted a sinister virus of some sort which is making me think otherwise.
You see, I have a bunch of friends who are all happy and in love and shit. It all started innocently enough, when I met Sean and Caryn, who are not only really fucking cool but have a great relationship and have the best gallery in L.A. (I'm not envious, or anything.) I was only around them for short periods of time, though, so I don't think I caught it, I just became a carrier. Then I started noticing all my other friends who are in these great relationships and are all in love and shit, and not just that new kind of love that's all shiny and fluffy and nauseating to outsiders, but that successful, long-term partnership, best friends and lovers all wrapped into one package type of love. It's all over the fucking place - Wil and Anne, Emma and Iain (who so graciously allowed me to stay with them in the UK), my friends Wes and Erica (whose wedding ceremony I officiated on Halloween), my neighbor Kim and her girlfriend Sky, my friends Steve and Gina (who are not only happy but incredibly smart and funny and drop-dead gorgeous. Bastards.).. it's just every. fucking. where. Even my blog friends have kickass relationships going on. And you know what?
I kind of like it.
See, normally I'm a cynical asshole and I see people who are all happy and in love and I go, "ew." Hell, a month ago I would've said, "Bleh, even if the love of my life fell in my lap I don't know if I'd bother," and now I'm thinking, "Well, that love stuff sure seems nice."
Clearly, I'm now infected with this love virus.
Who knows - maybe I am just thinking back to how it was at the beginning of my relationship with Liz, because we made everyone want to puke with our lovey-dovey antics (even ourselves, sometimes). Maybe I'm just thinking about this stuff because my friend's recent death made me get a little perspective on just how short life is. Maybe I drank too much Guinness in Ireland and it warped my neural synapses.
Wait, what am I thinking? There's no such thing as too much Guinness.
Obviously I need to get this shit out of my system. Any suggestions (barring marriage proposals or drinking myself retarded) would be greatly appreciated.
Shane and I are goin' to the chapel
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