Relationships are a fragile thing. One string becomes frayed, it gets snagged, and the whole thing unravels into your hands. You never saw it coming.
Basically since the start of this blog, I’ve expressed my fears on settling. Especially settling for someone you don’t really love. Settling for less than fireworks, all in romance, and perfection in a relationship.
It’s easy to see how often relationships don’t work out. People get married at 24 and 50 years later they hate each other but still live under the same roof. They have kids and argue in front of them. They get a divorce and live bitterly.
They miss out on a chance at happiness and a fulfilling life because they settled. They tried to make something work that just wasn’t going to work.
We get to an age where we’re supposed to get married. It’s the time to settle down. You need someone to move in with, you need extra health benefits, you need the extra paycheck, your biological clock is ticking etc. etc.
It’s a far from romantic notion and I hate it.
But now, I get it. Dating is really hard, especially when your life is consumed with work, family, and friends. It’s difficult to meet new people and make time to get to know new people.
It’s so much easier just to pick the first person that comes along. Someone that you’re reasonably attracted to, have an okay time with, has a steady job and future, and is also ready to settle down.
Just basically point your finger at the person and say “that’ll do.”
And though I hate the whole idea of settling, I think a majority of us do it. I’ll probably do it. Because in this difficult world, a sense of comfort is needed and we don’t have the time to search high or low for the “perfect” person to sleep next to at night.