Note to Mods: This is pretty mundane, and largely pointless, so I thought I’d put it here. But I’m also looking for opinions. I’m torn between here and IMHO. If you feel it should be somewhere else, please move it. Thanks.
sigh Relationship quandaries. I’m starting to think I’m just meant to be alone in this life. I’m in a committed relationship with a great guy, and have been for the past three years. We get along well, almost never fight (and never over serious issues; just your standard tussles over mundane stuff) and I really do love him. He’s a great person- smart, attractive, funny, and all of that. It’s just…well…I keep having these weird attacks of romantic longing. I keep wanting, in a pathetic and unrealistic way, to be swept off my feet in a whirlwind romance. I want Love! Valor! Comapssion!, a mysterious stanger, a movie plot, adventures that are dangerous and thrilling, and test the boundaries of enduring love and faithfulness. And these dreams I keep having- these deeply fulfilling dreams of just such a romance.
What the hell is wrong with me? I consider myself a practical, down-to-earth person. I haven’t had this sort of fantasy since I was a little girl reading fairy tales. I have a personal theory about True Love™: that is not the whirlwind romance, however exciting that may be. That is only infatuation, and as such will pass. True Love™, I think, is a dedication by two people to work hard at building a life together and facing life’s obstacles as a team. It is not candy and flowers, but rather a long, unspoken union born of shared experience. It’s a state of being that is actualy pretty mundane in and of itself, but is truly satisfying in the soul. I picture old married couples who have been together for many years, perhaps not in total agreement, but always together, fighting back to back, with a sort of beautiful, everyday love that transcends anything you will ever read about in a crappy novel.
So what the hell is wrong with me? Whence comes this weirdness, this disruption in my wa? Is this a normal human emotion, or am I secretly unstable, frivolous and shallow? I am not precsisely unhappy in this relationship; I am not precisely bored, either. I love my b/f, and would be devestated should anything happen to him. I enjoy a healthy sex life, and want for nothing in that regard. I just have these dreams- these longings for something I know is unrealistic and unattainable. I can only ask, WTF? I have never felt this way in all my (admittedly short) adult life, and suddenly, just when I am finally beginning to reap the benefits of years of hard work in graduate school, just when my life is right on track and I’m getting into my groove, realizing my dreams and all of that, this bizarre and embarassingly silly little problem comes up. It’s not like I’m ready to abandon my present life and run off with a drifter; ye gods, no. It’s just this nagging little velleity. Am I normal? Am I weak? Are other people like this? Does this problem actually reflect on the universal appeal of movies and television, and thus is nothing to worry about? Should I just shut the hell up, be grateful for my good fortune and keep fightin’ the good fight? Will this, too, pass?