So I've always thought having a blog would be fun, but thought it arrogant to assume that other people care what's on my mind. But I'm over that bit of modesty, so we're off.
So the Bachelor premiered tonight, and yes, I realize that it's pathetic that I'm writing about it in my first ever blog. While I could write paragraphs about the utter silliness that is this show, this isn't at all why I'm writing. I left an away message up that said "Time to watch the Bachelor (Don't judge...)." My mom, who has mastered IM over the past month or so, replied, "Maybe you should try to be ON the Bachelor...!"
A witty comment here would be most appropriate, but I was left rather speechless. As my sister aptly put it, "You're not skanky enough." At least I hope that's apt. Anyway, over the course of the two-hour premiere of what promises to be another annoying season, I heard this about a million times: "I'm confident that my soulmate is standing in front of me right now." Interesting, isn't it, that people look everywhere for their soulmate, and this guy is somehow confident that the ABC producers have found her for him.
Which brings me to my point. My very wise youth leader told me once that he believes that there are thousands of people around us who we could potentially fall in love with and marry. His rationale was simple: Arranged marriages are common in many other cultures, and while they started out as a matter of course, or convenience, or a nice dowry, they often turned into genuinely loving relationships. This is the result of a love of action, not of feeling, which is a subject for an entirely different late-night ramble. In any case, this makes it more possible for this Bachelor, a pro-bass fisherman with long hair that sticks out from behind his ears, could find a "soulmate" in this situation, although I'm sure that if he's engaged at the end of the show, he won't say, "I promise to act like I love her, even when I don't." Again, another topic.
As I mentioned earlier, my mom is starting to get restless about my singleness, (an assertion that she would vehemently deny), to the point that she is (kiddingly) suggesting I should get on the Bachelor and make a fool of myself. But under my youth leader's logic, I now don't have to wait for the one, but it could be any one of many guys that I run into? Wouldn't that make it even harder? Maybe I should be more worried about being single!
The cool thing about all this is that God knows exactly who I will end up with, when it will happen, and so many other pieces of the puzzle that haven't even crossed my mind. So the possibilities are endless, but the end result is perfectly lined up for me. It's a perfect mix of excitement and promise. I think that's pretty awesome.
Don't you?
