There's this episode of How I Met Your Mother where Ted starts dating a girl he dumped three years ago because he thinks perhaps his tastes have changed, and things are great until he decides that the girl isn't "the one," so he dumps her (on her birthday, for the second time, nonetheless).
I can understand that, I think, because I've been there. I've gotten involved with people I had no intention of going anywhere with. I have, to steal the stupid words said to me recently, "dated people to discard them." And it was dumb, but then I focused on other things: finishing school with all of the opportunities presented to me, forging deep friendships with new and old comrades, taking the time for people who matter, and chasing a life that never felt certain (but fuck it if I didn't try, if I didn't do something).
I grew up. I saw what it meant to really try to maintain connections with people (and what it meant to not try and just rely on fate to keep you close), and that is something I value more than the people I discarded. I know, I know--I'm still so young! 23! Who figures out life when you're just 23? That's not par for the course in this day and age. If I'm not lost and confused and just fucking around, then I'm not normal.
|From Shel Silverstein's "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O." Read it here.|