The great majority of things you do in your life, you do alone. Think about it. You’re born alone – I mean, there are people there with you, you’re coming out of one, even – but you go through the experience alone. Even if you’re a twin.
You learn how to do things alone – walk, talk, how to abide by social norms and mores. You go to school and learn alone. You make friends alone. You grow up and are shaped by your relationships with others, and those relationships, whether you choose to keep them or not, make you who you are.
It’s an interesting dichotomy, I think. To me, it would seem then that the relationships we keep with others are that much more important. We have so much time to ourselves – waiting at red lights, running errands, sleeping, working, studying, not working, whatever – that there is little time left for the ones we love. And as we all know, life is just not that long. We never know when we’re going to bite the big one. Why shouldn’t we try to be with the people who make us the happiest, as opposed to people who bring us down?
This is why my life is awesome. Your life might be awesome, too. You might have a great job, or a fun hobby, or a fantastic relationship with your mom. And all of those things are wonderful.
I don’t have a great job right now, but I do have the one thing in life that will make me happy for the rest of my indeterminate-length life:
I have a best friend who I am madly, irretrievably in love with, and he loves me back just as much. I don’t care if that’s cheesy, cliche, or boring. I am incredibly happy, and I just have to tell everyone.
I’m like one of those crazed people on the street warning people about how the world is coming to and end or whatever; I feel like telling literally everyone I see how much I love my boyfriend. It doesn’t even matter if they speak English, can hear me, or even know I’m talking to them. I am nuts about him.
I spend a lot of time alone (as you may have guessed by now). I don’t mind it; I’m a pretty introverted person. I like myself. I like thinking about the world and daydreaming and whatnot. I’m good company. Actually, spending time around lots of people can be extremely draining to me. So it’s nice to know that there is one person in the world who I can spend inordinate amounts of time with and never tire of it. It’s like having a sleepover marathon with your best friend every night, including school nights. It’s pretty great. Also he cooks a lot, so, bonus.
Ok so I’m basically just bragging, but this is the internet and also America, so I’m allowed. No one MADE you read this sappy post, did they?*
I’m just happy. Don’t we need a little more happiness in the world? If you say no, you’re just being argumentative.
*To all those forced to read this sappy blogpost and were bored out of their minds, I truly apologize.