Romantic Conundrum
In an ideal world, two people believe that each is the one for them, out of 8 billion people. That some sacred force brings them together, and by chance they lived in the same suburb or knew people in common.
In reality one is probably thinking that way, and the other is thinking, OK, they’ll do.
With my autism, I feel more, and I over think. This has meant obsessive love – not stalker level, but definitely write-a-song-or-poem-about level.
Romantic love is one of 7 types of love traditionally. But I figure there is another: romantic benevolent love.
The common factor in all of my employment is that I just want to help. It seems to be my catch cry. And yet in romance I only aspire to what I can achieve for myself. Now that I accept that at the very best only half of all people can achieve that, and mostly it could be a fallacy, perhaps romantic love can come from providing rather than receiving.
Via providing, other types of love can emerge?
Problem: aspiring towards your one true love has a singular goal. Aspiring to help and provide love for others, there are many goals, perhaps 8 billion goals. So how would you know if you are achieving the best you can? And is it too easy? And does it ultimately fill the soul with love each day?