Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Man.

Saw this as an news article title in my Google Side Bar news reel. If you're wondering the article was about the World Cup and the quote is from the Bible (John 4:23 supposedly).


When I was in high school, I was still yet a romantic freak. Of course, I kept this a deep, dark secret at all cost. But yes, I was the one to cry at Titanic and A Walk to Remember and dream of finding my prince charming. I know, pathetic. At any rate, I distinctly remember a conversation with a fellow classmate and soon to me co-worker (to my stark displeasure). We were talking about love in our English class for one damned reason or another (probably because the class only had five male students....ugh, talk about a nightmare) and anyways, this kid said something to the extent of, "Love essentially doesn't exist. Basically, it's all about sex physically and emotionally, it's about feeling safe. Security. That's all love is." At the time I was mildly outraged and ever since then, I haven't been able to get that out of my head. Then, this past year and the year before, the wave of just-out-of-the-crib adults decided to start getting married and making babies. Then and only then did I begin to see the infinite wisdom in my classmate's opinion. Because I think that these kids (literally) who are trying to grow up too fast are afraid of one thing, and that's facing the world alone, even if it's only for a few years. So they hurry up and get married so they can feel safe. They find something good and cling to it for all it's worth. But the thing is, would you rather make your life with someone if you knew that your life would be good and happy or would you rather spend it with someone who brings meaning to your life? There's a difference. But damned if it isn't a bitch to determine which is which.

That's pretty much all I have to say. Hell, it's pretty much all I've thought on the topic, basically for three years now. I know, I'm philosophically weak. That, and I find that the less I say, the less like a pretentious dildo I sound. But seriously, happiness or a meaningful life?

Do you really have to ask which one I'll choose?