I am one of those people that believe in destiny and earthly signs that show us the way and lead us to that destiny.
Naaaaa. But I had you going there for a sec, didn't I?
What I believe in is that we are all just stumbling around this planet bumping into one another, shoving the nit wits out of our way and attempting to move forward to get to that ultimate prize of death and decay.
If we are lucky, along the line we'll find a few laughs, some worry free sleep and a great lay or two. That is it.
Like most of us, I have had my heart broken. Even pined over people that I should have moved on from a lot sooner. But when all is said and done, being heartbroken is a selfish state of mind in that you didn't get to keep that person that you wanted to do things for you. That person who was going to save you from yourself and make each day on that road to death a little easier to take.
It occurs to me is that person is usually a hellavalot of freakin' work. Because while they are being your person, you've got to be theirs.
So my thought is to put out a personal ad that reads:
Witty, charming and perfect in every way, especially in her own mind, woman seeks great guy. Must not watch American Idol or have any needs at all. Yearns to take care of another human being emotionally, physically and financially while getting nothing in return except an occasional thanks and a smile.