In which I concede

(March 12, 2012)
ON to the comp drama, which was, as promised, thrillingly dramatic :) 
Here's the thing that I think people (including myself to a significant degree) occasionally forget: Dating. Is. Crappy.  It just kind of is, on a lot of fronts.  This is not to say it isn't glorious when it works out. It is the best example of something in which in an ideal world, you really are only supposed to succeed ONCE.  It's rough out there, full of rejection and losing at every point in the game.  You don't get what you want, or you get too much of what you want and are forced into nasty, unhappy decisions between great human beings.  It's hard for most people, to some degree or another, because it's never entirely within your control.  The best thing to be done with dating is to realize that you can learn and grow from what makes you unhappy, and that God has every intention that you do so.  

Thought I remembered upon reading this story:
My mission prep teacher made a healthy argument for dating people that you don't definitely see yourself marrying; in his words:
"I'm always intrigued by those who feel the need to pray about whether they should date someone.  For heaven's sake - unless they can't take you to the temple, there's really no reason not to just give it a go.  You need those relationships to make key, stupid mistakes.  And if you don't have relationships with expendables [haha a somewhat unfortunate usage he intended to mean "people you're NOT going to spend eternity with"] you're saving those mistakes for the unexpendables, the people you can't and shouldn't lose hold of.  Does that sound ideal? NO!"


Companion, right.  I'm sure you didn't actually intend for me to hop my Clydesdale in quite so significant a fashion when you sent me this, so my apologies.  I just have a lot of feelings, which I invariable decide MUST be shared. 

Also, people are dumb when they assume that losing one great person means they've lost them all.  The way this world teems with people dripping with hilarity, beauty, intelligence, wit, fun, and personability is nothing short of ridiculous.  You start looking for it and begin to get freaked out by just how many people are straight up incredible.  In my opinion.  Corollary: it's easy, but false to assume that being alone equates to being unhappy, because unless you live in solitary confinement, you are not alone.  People should never discount the happiness that is part and parcel with friendship, great hobbies, and generally just living your life contentedly.