So, I found this on Pinterest, because I got lost in a time vortex while jumping from one Doctor Who board to another. I could not, for the life of me, find a link to who exactly created it so I'll just link back to the board I originally found it on. Good luck ever getting free once you go there, though.
Anywho, the original comment with it was "Damn you, BBC". And I chuckled at it. Then, when I repinned it, because I couldn't not, a friend asked me - ".. but are they wrong?" And that made me pause. Are they truly unrealistic expectations? Obviously it is not talking about expecting a true time lord, or eccentric detective to show up at my door, but that men (or women, whatever way you love) should have qualities LIKE those men.
And you know what? No, they're not unrealistic expectations. They're just a starting point, actually. As a single lady, I've been thinking about this a lot recently...as time slips away...and for me, I am fortunate enough to have had a marriage (so society's pressure for me to have that experience, or be incomplete, is thankfully abated) and I also have the means to live on my own and so truly have that ability to wait, to choose, to damn well demand of the Universe the one who's looking for me. I am not saying I ascribe to the idea of a one-true-love by any means, but, well, I know what I'm looking for and can wait until I find him/he finds me.
I really like the idea of reincarnation. We get many goes of it. This isn't our only chance to LIVE EVERY HUMAN EXPERIENCE EVER OR I WILL BE INCOMPLETE AND A FAILURE, this is just my chance to be the best ME I can be on this one turn of the wheel. Who am I this time? What do I want to do this life? Will I get to love brilliantly? Dear gods I hope I do. But...it won't destroy me if I don't. Yeah, It hurts sometimes, the longing, the desire that reaches out blindly into the dark and is only ever met with mist, but all pain is bearable. Tears fall. I dance around my house like a fool with a shadow for a partner. My imaginary friends have baritone voices and villainous smiles.
But, yes, my someone will have all of those things and more. And they'll demand the same of me just by walking in the room. It's not about wanting, or pining or heavy sighs. It's about being the best damn me I can be. It's about attaching a little piece of my heart to everything that I do and then casting it out into the Universe. Little beacons of me.
My heart beats like a thumper calling to Shai'hulud.
Hmm...now I must go create something.
p.s. BBC, you're brilliant.
Anywho, the original comment with it was "Damn you, BBC". And I chuckled at it. Then, when I repinned it, because I couldn't not, a friend asked me - ".. but are they wrong?" And that made me pause. Are they truly unrealistic expectations? Obviously it is not talking about expecting a true time lord, or eccentric detective to show up at my door, but that men (or women, whatever way you love) should have qualities LIKE those men.
And you know what? No, they're not unrealistic expectations. They're just a starting point, actually. As a single lady, I've been thinking about this a lot recently...as time slips away...and for me, I am fortunate enough to have had a marriage (so society's pressure for me to have that experience, or be incomplete, is thankfully abated) and I also have the means to live on my own and so truly have that ability to wait, to choose, to damn well demand of the Universe the one who's looking for me. I am not saying I ascribe to the idea of a one-true-love by any means, but, well, I know what I'm looking for and can wait until I find him/he finds me.
I really like the idea of reincarnation. We get many goes of it. This isn't our only chance to LIVE EVERY HUMAN EXPERIENCE EVER OR I WILL BE INCOMPLETE AND A FAILURE, this is just my chance to be the best ME I can be on this one turn of the wheel. Who am I this time? What do I want to do this life? Will I get to love brilliantly? Dear gods I hope I do. But...it won't destroy me if I don't. Yeah, It hurts sometimes, the longing, the desire that reaches out blindly into the dark and is only ever met with mist, but all pain is bearable. Tears fall. I dance around my house like a fool with a shadow for a partner. My imaginary friends have baritone voices and villainous smiles.
But, yes, my someone will have all of those things and more. And they'll demand the same of me just by walking in the room. It's not about wanting, or pining or heavy sighs. It's about being the best damn me I can be. It's about attaching a little piece of my heart to everything that I do and then casting it out into the Universe. Little beacons of me.
My heart beats like a thumper calling to Shai'hulud.
Hmm...now I must go create something.
p.s. BBC, you're brilliant.
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