Whelp, ladies and gentlemen…
Another one bites the dust. And another one gone, and another one gone. Another one bites the dust.
I’m trying my best not to be cynical right now and turn this post into a bitch fest…but I guess then it wouldn’t be genuine. PSA: I’m cool as shit. I really am. And I’m very, very, very sincere and honest. I have no filter, whatsoever. My boobs are pretty. And while I am EXTREMELY ditsy at times, I’m an intelligent human being (most of the time). So bad words to you all that don’t see that. I love how I’m trying my best to remain ladylike. And this paragraph has absolutely NOTHING to do with the rest of this post. End self-pity speech now.
My lovely, Evan, and I were discussing missed opportunities. Particularly in dating. And I found that topic unbelievably fitting considering the day I’ve had. Let’s just say, the morning started off with an ounce of hurt feelings and a few (but not long-lasting) tears.
“What if?” is the worst question to ever ask yourself. It’s the most pointless question, period. Unless we find ourselves in a working time machine sometime soon, we might as well erase that question from our minds. And personally I’m tired of asking that question.
“What if?” assumes we’re not good enough as we are, right this second. When, in fact, we are. We’re more than enough. Coming from me this is going to sound like a fucking truckload of bullshit, but I do believe we will all meet the one who finds us to be completely and wholeheartedly enough. It just takes time and patience. And therefore I don’t know that I can say our past crushes, or failed relationships are “missed opportunities.” They’re really just sailed ships. So long, farewell, hasta la vista.
I NEVER shave the back of my thighs, I’ve smoked a little weed, and I like organic shit. This hardly makes me a full-blown hippy, however; I do believe that if it was meant to be, it will be. Eventually. It just happens at different times for different people. I am personally sick and tired of seeing every one have babies and get married (even though deep down I’m happy for them). I don’t want to feel that pressure. If I meet the right person and they want to fill me up with their sperm with the possibility I’ll produce their offspring then so be it. If someone wants to get down on one knee and say “Jenn, you’re the coolest fucking chick I’ve ever met, marry me?”, then so be it. But if they don’t, that’s fine too. And if I happen to think “Joe-blow” is the one, and he turns out to be just like all the other shitty guys I’ve dated: see ya never Joe-blow, and have a happy life! That’s how the cookie crumbles. And we can’t change it. It is what it is.
It takes a certain amount of bravery to accept “missed opportunities” as “sailed ships” instead. People break our hearts and “the right one” slips away. A company calls us back with a job offer after we’ve started elsewhere. Miley debuted the “twerk” just a day before we were going to post our own video on YouTube. We realize our passion has nothing to do with our major two years into college. Etc.
The truth is, there is nothing we can do about it and we can either “like it or lump it.” We grow and we learn from these “sailed ships.” They sail away but they don’t dissipate into thin air, they can still teach us valuable life lessons. They teach us to not hesitate when we think we’ve found the one, regardless of the potential for heartache. They teach us to pounce on the opportunities we want the most and fight for them. They teach us to be honest and open with EVERYONE, despite their reaction.
Fuck missed opportunities!
Jennifer’s life lesson of the day: You are enough the way you are. No one else can convince you of that but you. The choices you’ve made are exactly the ones you were supposed to make up until this point. Always be willing to learn and grow from disappointment, challenges and those goddamn “sailed ships.” And first and foremost, love yourself.
Also, I’m falling asleep at the keyboard so pardon my horrific grammar and completely disconnected thoughts.