Accidents Like Love And Marriage

This title is stolen from a novel that I recently read. This post is not about that novel, just a little similar in theme. By the way, for those of you who constantly cringe about the colour of my media player and/or blog, this particular book has a shockingly bright pink cover.

Coming to what I had in mind for this post, it's quite strange, the way romantic relationships function. There are those of us who have a well formed image in mind, find someone completely different from that image, and realize that that person was better suited for them than what they thought they wanted. And then there are those who find someone who fits the image perfectly, and realize that the image wasn't so perfect after all. They make mistakes, end up getting hurt, fall, get up on their feet again, and go and make the same mistakes all over again. There are a few lucky ones who find exactly what they needed in their first attempt and end up happy.

I was, until pretty recently, one of those confused people who did not have an image of what I needed or wanted from a partner. When the image began to form, it was quite fuzzy at first. The clearer it became, the clearer it made to me that I was hoping for too much and I wasn't going to find what I wanted too easily.

So, what is the alternative here? An arranged marriage? I am terrified of the very idea. As a dear friend of mine always says, it's like jumping off a cliff. She's right to a large extent. It's a huge step into uncharted territory. I think it makes a lot more sense to marry a friend whom I know, like to a reasonable extent, but possibly do not love in a romantic way. That way, you're still walking about in unfamiliar territory, but you have a map. But then again, doing something like that comes with its own set of complications. But again, what relationship comes without a set of complications? Some food for thought here...