A little melodramatic of a muse…

So I guess the bottom line is this. Being single has it’s perks, right? Freedoms and sense of individuality, which honestly I kept through most of my relationships. [Best of both worlds, I guess.]

But I’ve tired very quickly of the generalizations/imposed beliefs of others on the matter:

1. “Yay! No, this is awesome. You’re free to explore and be free and meet people and you need to look at this as a great thing! Go have fun and party it up!”

2. “So… you are the type of girl who constantly needs to be in a relationship?”

Neither of these are very true for me. It is complex, but simple. And maybe it’s because the cold is closing in on us, the holidays and all… but it’s on nights like this that I’m driving home from a long day—both working at the office and teaching—to absolutely nothing and no one, that I think: “Why?” What am I necessarily doing all of it for? I mean, I was never the type to buy the notion that we “exist because we exist”: a means as well as an end.

I struggle, both with the logistics of life (as we all do, at times) and my own brain (which is a much more personal kind of conflict) on a daily basis. And at times, it’s exhausting and I almost need a reason to push.

Now don’t get your panties in a bunch. I realize this seems a little melodramatic, and maybe for some, it is; however, this is very real to me, as this was an issue long before now (family and such.) I guess it’s just that at 27, while young, I still feel as if I should have found my reason by now.

And this was quite the spillage of guts, but the point? For you people. Please don’t ever feel unnecessary. And also, do not take for granted all the things that you have and that hold you up. Maybe you don’t think you “need it”—maybe you don’t. Either way, I know that alone can be exhilarating for many reasons, but someday you might need a person, maybe even one you never thought you would. So appreciate now.

It’s so easy to realize that we all occupy our own sort of hell, at times. But it’s just as easy to skip over, too. Human compassion, empathy, even opening oneself to embrace that type of vulnerability—this is living, man. And there is no simple lesson in this. But a complex one: Love. Love hard. Love with all of your guts.

I’m not trying to be pessimistic here, but unconditional love isn’t something you find often. Trust me on this one. Some peeps may be hard to love, give you more problems than might seem worth it—but don’t just give up.

Don’t give up on people, I guess. Bottom line. There. (:

Night musings. Don’t mind me.
Feeling a bit bummed. Damn season!
A snap may help it…