How Love is Like A Rainbow
There's a decent part of me that still believes, eventually, everyone is able to find their pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You have clearly only found pots of those shitty gold covered coins.Which, as far as I am concerned, only shows that you've followed the wrong rainbow time and time again.
The really shitty part of the rainbow situation is that the rainbows aren't labeled. The average person sees nearly 80,000 "rainbows" in a lifetime. (rainbows being an alternate word for people in this case.) Assuming you are heterosexual, and assuming half of those rainbows are the opposite sex, you're down to 40,000 rainbows to search. Assuming half of those rainbows are the opposite sex, but are strictly homosexual, you are down to 20,000 rainbows. You are then left with the chance to explore those 20,000 rainbows in the best way you see fit. Assuming 10% are just what you are looking for, you are left with 2,000 rainbows, one of which is meant just for you. . .
That's a lot of rainbows you are expected to sort through.
Assuming that you are looking for a rainbow with someone your age, you're looking at reducing that down again to 10% more, leaving 200 to explore. Obviously, you can't spend 1 year on all 200 of those rainbows, and you can't tell in 1 day if that rainbow is for you. So, as humans, we are troubled with the situation in addressing how much time you need to spend on each rainbow.
But, each time you slide down a rainbow, you get the butterflies in your tummy that make it even more difficult to really tell if that rainbow is left for you. Slowly, you will find that there was (XYZ) in the person at this rainbow you don't like, narrowing your search even further.
Eventually, statistically, leaving you with the perfect rainbow, sooner or later.
(yes, super nerd just used math and rainbows to describe love. . . )
Becoming stagnant in pursuit of love does not disable you from being involved in rainbows.You just sit there, at the end of a rainbow, waiting. And, as with all people, as long as you don't refuse everybody hopping along, searching those rainbows, once again, the opportunity awaits.
It is coming, eventually.
Human time is just so shitty because moments can crawl, but overall time flies.
(there's always the possibility that the rainbow you are supposed to slide down has not yet been created because both of you were rainbow-hopping, but that is a different can of worms.
The really shitty part of the rainbow situation is that the rainbows aren't labeled. The average person sees nearly 80,000 "rainbows" in a lifetime. (rainbows being an alternate word for people in this case.) Assuming you are heterosexual, and assuming half of those rainbows are the opposite sex, you're down to 40,000 rainbows to search. Assuming half of those rainbows are the opposite sex, but are strictly homosexual, you are down to 20,000 rainbows. You are then left with the chance to explore those 20,000 rainbows in the best way you see fit. Assuming 10% are just what you are looking for, you are left with 2,000 rainbows, one of which is meant just for you. . .
That's a lot of rainbows you are expected to sort through.
Assuming that you are looking for a rainbow with someone your age, you're looking at reducing that down again to 10% more, leaving 200 to explore. Obviously, you can't spend 1 year on all 200 of those rainbows, and you can't tell in 1 day if that rainbow is for you. So, as humans, we are troubled with the situation in addressing how much time you need to spend on each rainbow.
But, each time you slide down a rainbow, you get the butterflies in your tummy that make it even more difficult to really tell if that rainbow is left for you. Slowly, you will find that there was (XYZ) in the person at this rainbow you don't like, narrowing your search even further.
Eventually, statistically, leaving you with the perfect rainbow, sooner or later.
(yes, super nerd just used math and rainbows to describe love. . . )
Becoming stagnant in pursuit of love does not disable you from being involved in rainbows.You just sit there, at the end of a rainbow, waiting. And, as with all people, as long as you don't refuse everybody hopping along, searching those rainbows, once again, the opportunity awaits.
It is coming, eventually.
Human time is just so shitty because moments can crawl, but overall time flies.
(there's always the possibility that the rainbow you are supposed to slide down has not yet been created because both of you were rainbow-hopping, but that is a different can of worms.
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