(Not really. But I giggled when I thought of that as the post’s title. So it stays…)
I was driving home this afternoon and normally my radio dial stays tuned to the same station all the time. It’s all contemporary Christian with hilarious DJs and awesome music. When I get home in the evenings I don’t even try to compete with the kids for the television set. In fact, when they’re gone, the t.v. will remain off for an overwhelming majority of the time.
Why?
My standard answers before were that I liked the uplifting and encouraging music and I REALLY liked the silence from having the t.v. off as much as possible. But back to this afternoon’s drive home. I momentarily was bored from some DJ chatter and decided to flip the dials to a soft rock (don’t hate) station that was playing This Kiss by Faith Hill. Catchy tune I must say, even if it is over played and over commercialized. I made the mistake of trying to actually listen to the words as it played along. What they specifically were, now doesn’t really matter. It was a love song. And I hated it.
I can’t give my standard answers about radio and t.v. anymore. I listen to the music I listen to and avoid the television I hate because I don’t want to face any additional reminders that love is out there. I don’t need salt poured in any still healing wounds that heartache is very real and around every corner. When I listen to Christian radio I only hear love songs of the only one who will never disappoint, never leave, and never hurt me. It’s pain free radio. I don’t watch television because of all the “reality” on there. I have enough reality staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. Would I like some more reality? No thanks.
It sounds cliche but I believe it.
Happiness isn’t a destination, it is a journey. That journey is filled with twists and turns and some setbacks and some heartbreak.
Nobody is going to be a perfect fit. A relationship may break as you are smoothing off some the sharp edges.
i get it. i really do. i guess lucky for me, i haven’t even met a mr. wrong or a mr. right now to distract me from any mr. perfect that may or may not be out there. and those sharp edges? they hurt.
Remember that song and TV writers over-simply. Those moments aren’t constant, if the were they would lose their magic. Life is tough. I have always been willing to trade the occasional broken heart for the wonders and discovery of a new relationship.
*eye roll* quit over-complicating this! AND i got your email. all that proves is that you-know-who is/was/always will be a whack job.
I don’t find that the sharp edges hurt as much breaking the relationship when you are trying to smooth them out.
There are no bonus points for getting things done soon or sooner. Make yourself better and find someone, eventually, to help
I also think that the discomfort of those sharp edges is directly proportional to our personal baggage.
I think you may be trying to force a relationship.
I know it is a difference between girls and guys, but why not make friends. If everything works out, maybe he could be a friend with benefits (like dinner and movie or ice cream and a walk or company on a trip to Costco). This is why I have been a fan of you dating before you were ready for the relationship. We have different goals for dates.
It is not a race.
Who is the whack job? Me? You? Oooooooooooo.
It is hard to believe I missed the ‘was.’ Everyone else saw it.
Gentlemen Prefer Blonds was on the tube when the girls turned it on after dinner. When Love Goes Wrong was playing. It sums up your current stage.
Well stated. Pain free radio.
This, too, shall pass. Singleness will one day be a long forgotten memory. Keep praying about it, as ‘it’ always seems to creep up on you when you least expect it. And work on being that type of person you desire to attract.
That’s my waiting advice. =)
I have been working on improving myself. I think that’s another part of my frustration – it’s like I see myself as this whole new/different/other person, and I like what I see, then (for lack of a less arrogant way to put it) don’t understand why it seems like no one else (i.e. date’able men) sees it. I’m impatient – I know this. It’s something I’ve just got to work through and realize that things happen according to God’s will and God’s timetable – and (URGH!!) not my own.
Where is my Lisa? What did you do with her? You ok? Don’t make me throw this blue skittle at you?
She must be experiencing temporary insanity brought on by the fact that SHE.MISSES.HIM.
A response to your becky response.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
In all relationships the partner with the lower libido controls all the sex. If you are the higher libido partner you have two choices: going crazy trying to increase your partners desire (what you can’t change) – or work on making yourself more desirable with the hope that it will help (changing what you can).
You cannot control how the date’able men that pass through your life view you. You can control how you view them. If you try to make each one fit into your “long term plan” that may spook him (and send him running for the hills) or he may not be in an emotional place to be party of your plan now (but maybe later). If you accept him for what he is and enjoy his presence (even if his doesn’t pass all your deal-breaker tests – again, you are looking for a companion not a life partner), may be you’ll find out you aren’t so alone.
You may see this as settling, but I’m not suggesting that. I am suggesting that you do not have to for Mr. Perfect all alone.