Candymancy
After looking over everyone's answers to the question I posed in the previous post, I think we can safely draw the following conclusions:
1) Chris K. has already given up on finding romance.
2) Justin equates paradise with survival.
3) Andrew thinks of women as entertaining bodyguards.
4) Chris MM is a hopeless romantic.
Now, perhaps, you're wondering where I stand on the issue. First, I think a little background is in order.
To make any sense of any answer I might give for this question, I think it's important to go over what brought me to consider the question in the first place. As you may have deduced if you've been keeping up with this blog, I can be a pretty miserable person when the mood strikes me. Since I seem to be struck by the mood rather often, I decided a little while ago to take stock of my life and see if I could figure out the source of this misery.
So here's what I came up with:
Pros:
- Close, loving family
- A few good friends I connect with on multiple levels
- Safe, comfortable home
- Decent job which pays well enough to cover all my expenses, plus a little bit
- Reliable, available entertainment
Cons:
- No female companionship
When I step back and think about it, it's true that I'm at my most miserable when that final point has been weighing on my mind. So, apparently, my unhappiness can be entirely traced back to this one matter. Considering this, I had to ask myself, how is it that, as good as my life is overall, I could get so hung up on the one thing that's missing from it that I don't consider myself a happy person in general?
So I came up with this question. Would you trade any shot at romance for guaranteed comfort? It's a question for other people, really; I'm already living in that situation. The real question I'm asking, then, is: Am I justified in my misery?
My guess--or perhaps simply what I'd like to imagine--is that most people would not give up romance for comfort. This would indicate that perhaps the reason I'm so dissatisfied with my life is that the one thing I lack is the one thing most people wouldn't give up for the world. I don't know, of course, if that's true, but, in a small way, it's comforting to think that it might be.
But, anyway, to answer the question itself, I'm going to have to turn it around. The question then is this: Would I give up the comforts of my life for a shot at romance?
In all honesty, I believe I would. But I'm not entirely convinced that I wouldn't regret it.
So what have we learned today:
1) David is unjustifiably miserable.
2) ... OR IS HE?!?
Or, hell, maybe we didn't really learn anything this time around. But at least we tried, and that's what counts... OR IS IT?!?
Okay, that's enough for now. Until next time, you know what to do.
1) Chris K. has already given up on finding romance.
2) Justin equates paradise with survival.
3) Andrew thinks of women as entertaining bodyguards.
4) Chris MM is a hopeless romantic.
Now, perhaps, you're wondering where I stand on the issue. First, I think a little background is in order.
To make any sense of any answer I might give for this question, I think it's important to go over what brought me to consider the question in the first place. As you may have deduced if you've been keeping up with this blog, I can be a pretty miserable person when the mood strikes me. Since I seem to be struck by the mood rather often, I decided a little while ago to take stock of my life and see if I could figure out the source of this misery.
So here's what I came up with:
Pros:
- Close, loving family
- A few good friends I connect with on multiple levels
- Safe, comfortable home
- Decent job which pays well enough to cover all my expenses, plus a little bit
- Reliable, available entertainment
Cons:
- No female companionship
When I step back and think about it, it's true that I'm at my most miserable when that final point has been weighing on my mind. So, apparently, my unhappiness can be entirely traced back to this one matter. Considering this, I had to ask myself, how is it that, as good as my life is overall, I could get so hung up on the one thing that's missing from it that I don't consider myself a happy person in general?
So I came up with this question. Would you trade any shot at romance for guaranteed comfort? It's a question for other people, really; I'm already living in that situation. The real question I'm asking, then, is: Am I justified in my misery?
My guess--or perhaps simply what I'd like to imagine--is that most people would not give up romance for comfort. This would indicate that perhaps the reason I'm so dissatisfied with my life is that the one thing I lack is the one thing most people wouldn't give up for the world. I don't know, of course, if that's true, but, in a small way, it's comforting to think that it might be.
But, anyway, to answer the question itself, I'm going to have to turn it around. The question then is this: Would I give up the comforts of my life for a shot at romance?
In all honesty, I believe I would. But I'm not entirely convinced that I wouldn't regret it.
So what have we learned today:
1) David is unjustifiably miserable.
2) ... OR IS HE?!?
Or, hell, maybe we didn't really learn anything this time around. But at least we tried, and that's what counts... OR IS IT?!?
Okay, that's enough for now. Until next time, you know what to do.
posted by David R. Nevel | 10:34 PM
5 Comments:
I guess I took the phrase "perfect comfort" literally. If you asked if I'd trade romance for financial security I'd say no. If you asked if I'd trade it for food and video games, I'd say no. But perfect comfort to me is existing in a state that basically denies the laws of physics.
Regular comfort is a good meal. PERFECT comfort is a good meal that fills your entire being with joy that never ever fades and makes you lose weight besides.
Plus the food floats up to your mouth on it's own.
And own of the dishes is an edible TV that you watch while you eat it.
And you don't get full and you don't feel hungry so there's no pressure to stop or start. And the food doesn't run out if you want more and it doesn't take up space in the fridge or go bad.
And also there's cupcakes, which I really want right now because there's no frosting at all in Japan. If all that stuff and then some was there, THEN it would be perfect comfort and then I'd be too amused by the floating, non-space-consuming, calorie burning, TV-set shaped, cupcakes to worry about lack of romance.
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