Many a times people find themselves staring blankly onto their ceilings, wondering, what will my life partner be? Is there, just one perfect person in the overpopulated world that is fantastically wonderful enough for me to spend the rest of my life with? Some find themselves as Barney Stinson or Ted Mosby; combing through entire populations, trying people out in relationships until they find the one. Others tend to settle into bambi phase, remaining innocent until they're sure they've found the one for them (as in the case of many.....many, Singaporeans). But then again, how sure can the bambis know if they've truly found the right one?
"Huh? Why is this kid acting like he's got life figured out?" Look, I'm 18, never had a girlfriend, never lived a life away from my parents for more than a week, I think I've got life figured out. Ok? Irrational and ludicrous as that was, this is just, how I think the concept of a one true love is.
From the mouth of a comforting friend to the devastated newly-dumped wreck, "There are many fishes in the sea in a planet of 7 billion, somewhere out there, there's the perfect woman for you but she isn't that bitch that dumped your ass." Well what if the perfect one for you is trapped in a baby factory in Nigeria or busy wondering if she will be in the next Transformers movie (Megan Fox please come back)? I guess it is truly comforting and enchanting to believe in the "perfect one" concept but if H2 Economics has taught me anything, it would be that imperfect information exists in the real world and humans, no matter how curious they are, are susceptible to the principal of adequacy. (No, economics doesn't teach the principal of adequacy, I just came up with that. Calm yo tits, you'll do fine for your A levels)
How does a TV work? It receives signal from a channel broadcaster and translate that signal information into pictures and sound shown on the screen. How does the channel broadcaster send signals? Via large antennas and satellites that are able to send radio waves over vast distances. Suddenly, the principal of adequacy kicks in, and we feel like we understand how TV's show Spongebob and Ben 10 to keep our brains thoroughly entertained. We don't go on and ask, how are the signals translated into motion picture and sound? How is electricity converted to power the TV? The same applies when deciding someone is your happily ever after. We feel satisfied enough to propose to someone, just because she understands you, you can't stop thinking about her, she offers great sex. But could your soul mate be in actuality, another person that not only fulfils the stated 3 criteria, but also, happily serves you a beer during dinner?
No one knows exactly, how to determine if someone is their soul mate or not. (Nope, not even Google, not even your Mom). Will she make me a better person? Can he support me and the family in the future? Can she cook? Are these even the criteria of a perfect mate? Am I asking too many questions? Does anyone even read rhetorical questions when they're stated like this? Many of these criteria can be easily tested while dating, or even stalking someone (for you dirty little fellows), but many more assessments, in my opinion cannot be tested until you pass a point of no return.
I guess, I would say I'm a Ted Mosby, vaguely dreaming of a perfect wife, not wanting to settle over anything less. But at the same time I believe in what I've said thus far. In my 18 years of life, 3 girls have really smitten me, anyone of them would seem like a perfect girl for me, but the life envisioned with them are as different as each one of them are. Not saying that they're my golden minnows in the sea of fishes (Feeding Frenzy is a fun game) but they definitely seemed adequate to my senses so far.
But it's 3am in the morning and 24 hours after a zombifying night of drinking, I feel my brain going numb and my ability to make sense drifting away with my hope of finding my ....Cinderella (I'm running out of terms to call the perfect woman) But if anything, I feel scared, scared that I won't be able to find her before I'm 40, and scared that the principal of adequacy sticks it up my ass leaving me with just a silver minnow till my death. I don't know which is worse. But until then, I'll be listing, listing my criteria like your mom when deciding what sofa to buy for the new year, after being sleep deprived for two days, on her period.... The list's probably meant for another post.
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