The Thought For The Week
I think I may have mentioned this a time or two, since I first inflicted The Poet’s Perspective on the world, but I have been alone for a very long time. BG It’s not for lack of trying, because I am always open, each place I go, to the possibility that my soulmate may appear. It’s not because I set my expectations too high. I have few actual requirements in mind when I think of potential love interests.
Intelligence is a necessity, because I need someone who will be able to interest me for a lifetime, not just for one night. She must also be slim. That sounds terrible coming from a wee Poet, who truly believes that what we look like doesn’t matter. I apologize to anyone, whom I have inadvertently hurt with those words, but this is a problem which is leftover from the way I was raised. My grandmother abused me, and she was obese. It’s left me with an inability to make love to someone, who is even marginally overweight. I could be your best friend if you’re overweight, but I can’t make love to you.
I don’t believe I’m still alone, because I’m not handsome in the conventional sense. The one to whom I’d be able to give my love, wouldn’t fall in love with a pretty face anyway. I also don’t think it’s because I have some deep aversion to finding someone to love, or being loved. I honestly believe I am alone, because of the culture in which we live.
A generation in the past, one who found themselves in my position, would have been inundated by my maiden aunts and cousins, who “know the perfect girl for you”. Our society was such that families were large and spread out all over. Although we were not able to easily communicate over distances, the way we can now, we seemed to be more in touch with each other. Our extended families would therefore take care of those first meetings, which are so hard to arrange.
Today’s society on the surface, seems more able to reach many people. We have instantaneous communication, through telephone, Fax, e-mail, the World Wide Web, etc. and etc., but we also seem less able to actually meet with members of the opposite sex. {I should say potential love interests there I guess. Love is not bound by sexual preference.} It’s true that we can meet more people, but it’s also true that those communications are very superficial in nature.
We can’t see the facial expressions, and body language of those to whom we are talking. There’s no way to gage if what they say is true, or if it’s simply a way to pass the time. There’s no chance to get to know the real person, since we’re only allowed to find out what that person wants us to learn.
I wish I had a magic answer for why so many people seem to be so lonely, at a time when our culture has so many possibilities. I wish there was some way for me to know where to look for the mate of my soul. I wish there was someone to whom I could turn, to ask how I will find her. I wish, I wish, I wish...... I guess I may as well wish, that Scotty (from Star Trek) will beam my true love into my living room for me. LOL
Thanks for allowing me to ramble at you again this week.
Ciao for now. Be well.
If you have any ideas about where a wee Poet may find true love. Please contact me at: ThePoet