http://www.theshmuz.com/Finding_and_Keeping_Your_Soulmate.html
I'm not even finished yet and it has already addressed some issues I've been struggling with for the past year. What's the balance between faith/trust versus action? If I go out with someone who isn't ideal, will God be mad at me? How do I know what to do and when? I actually just read this passage in Chapter 36:
"If
you speak to older singles about their dating experiences, often the reason they can’t
find their bashert is obvious: they dumped him. For this reason or for that. Too much
this or too much that. Not enough this or not enough that. The one thing they all
have in common is, “He’s just not for me. He’s a good guy. He has a lot of positive
qualities. But he’s not what I’m looking for.” And they go back to the trail, searching,
ever searching, for their Mr. Potato Head. And they find themselves ten years older
and not much wiser, still looking for him."
I had to laugh out loud. When you see elements of yourself, you at least need a knowing smile. Not that it's a laughing matter, of course, but sometimes we know when we've been found out. From my post on 8/16:
Because those people can hang out with Arsey Darcy and my friend Paul who has the testosterone level of a small mouse and all have a big wuss party together. Meanwhile, I’ll be doing shit that’s actually, like, FUN. (And I might do those things whilst eating Trump chocolates and drinking Trump water, I just don’t know.) My point really is this: certain birds of a feather flock together. And certain birds not of like feather end up in a vicious cockfight (said in best Ron Burgundy voice). When you have a potent zest for life, being around slack-asses who don’t is unbearable. Maybe that’s the take-away here. I’m sure Arsey will make a perfectly fine, sturdy husband for whichever girl he’s bashert for. If he finds a socially anxious Van Gogh fan who wants to read Nicholas Sparks with him in the eldercare book club, voila! He has hit a home run. That girl is NOT me and never will be. There is something to be said for a curiosity and passion about life itself.
I had to laugh out loud. When you see elements of yourself, you at least need a knowing smile. Not that it's a laughing matter, of course, but sometimes we know when we've been found out. From my post on 8/16:
Because those people can hang out with Arsey Darcy and my friend Paul who has the testosterone level of a small mouse and all have a big wuss party together. Meanwhile, I’ll be doing shit that’s actually, like, FUN. (And I might do those things whilst eating Trump chocolates and drinking Trump water, I just don’t know.) My point really is this: certain birds of a feather flock together. And certain birds not of like feather end up in a vicious cockfight (said in best Ron Burgundy voice). When you have a potent zest for life, being around slack-asses who don’t is unbearable. Maybe that’s the take-away here. I’m sure Arsey will make a perfectly fine, sturdy husband for whichever girl he’s bashert for. If he finds a socially anxious Van Gogh fan who wants to read Nicholas Sparks with him in the eldercare book club, voila! He has hit a home run. That girl is NOT me and never will be. There is something to be said for a curiosity and passion about life itself.
