Maybe I'm just going through post-breakup cynicism. In my eyes, all relationships are doomed. If it seems perfect, I conjure up all it's imperfections in my mind, and see very clearly why they shouldn't be together anyway. You know the power of manifestation right? If you believe it, it comes true. Sure enough, I see the chinks in most relationships, which only confirms why I might never be happy (because I see things too clearly, and do not have enough faith in humans) Basically, if a relationship feels good to me, that particular butterfly feelings' short lived life span comes to smack me across the face and say, "Don't be smiling too hard now!" Then in a whirlwind of events I end up exactly where I am now. But, the dark cloud has a silver lining! If you spot it, you ain't got it. (Meaning, when you see the problem, you aren't a part of it anymore) That tells me no matter what I say, I have a vain hope for my love life. I've always said that if I don't get married, I'll have a series of life partners, and that's nothing to be proud of. (If you are my mother)
I saw a photograph of President Barrack Obama taking his wife out to dinner for their anniversary, and I wondered where their relationship falls short. I was love drunk, but now I'm hung over. Pass me an asprin. Now.
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