Taking the Time to Get it Right

*the following quotables are the words of Augusten Burroughs (in the current issue of Details Magazine).

“Relationships take work. But in the speed-obsessed Google era, it’s hard to find the patience to do it.”

Life, like relationships, is incredibly difficult. Unfortunately we sometimes get anxious about our future and are afraid to sacrifice speed for quality. We are quick to jump into a career that might soon make us miserable just because that jump resembles accomplishment and success. We scoff at the thought of waiting for the right thing to come along and opt for the right now opportunity (I’m definitely a guilty party).

Meanwhile, many others are canon-balling into infatuation-infested ponds in which they have no business being. People often times mistake happiness for love (what I like to call Happiness in Love’s Clothing). We become so blinded by our current condition of ecstasy that we fail to see the bigger picture. We fall victim to our own emotions and allow them to convince us that this temporary happiness we feel is something more than just that.

But as you all know I am the constant cynic, the hopeful anti-romantic, that will most likely miss Mr. Right when he comes along because I’m too busy pointing out his flaws and checking out the slightly more attractive gentleman to his left. On that note, the following was a must-blog from Burroughs (my new favorite writer):

“There’s always going to be somebody better-looking than the person you end up with. Somebody funnier, smarter, richer. But if you’re fortunate enough to meet somebody with whom you are compatible, you have to close certain doors. You have to recognize that, yes, you may indeed meet other people you could fall in love with. But by sticking with the person you chose, you gain a level of intimacy that is not possible by hopping from one person to the next every couple of year.”

The way I see it is simple; I have many more years ahead of me and I won’t reach my prime until about 2016. So in the meantime, if I find someone that strikes my fancy enough to close said doors for an extended period of time…hot damn, I’m lucky.

But I have to say, I’m quite content with sharing my life with a scattered group of great individuals that make me smile, challenge my thinking, and love me for the deranged, fucked-up specimen that is me.

As for the career portion of this monologue that was ill-covered, I’ll get back to you. That seems to be the most fucked-up arena of my life by far.

Current Reality: Not enough people take the time needed to “get it right” and I’m willing to sacrifice speed for quality.