A few years ago, I was wondering why two healthy individuals would bother to enmesh themselves into creepy coupledom. I studied all the nauseating couples at Pottery Barn and the Farmer's Market with suspicion and disdain. I scrutinized the men for sidelong glances at other women, and I wondered if the women were ignoring their art, creativity, their real life for the empty supposed glory of a "Relationship." I had no faith in the idea of one. None. Nada. The idea of soul mates was laughable. Don't waste your life waiting for some tacky cheezeball Harlequin romance story invented by The Man to keep you down! Get a freakin' life, already! And then...

CUT TO: INT. - STARBUCKS - DAY
MAN AND WOMAN, BOTH EARLY 30'S, SIT OPPOSITE EACH OTHER DRINKING PEPPERMINT SOY MOCHAS IN FRONT OF LAPTOPS WHOSE BACKS TOUCH EACH OTHER. THE MAN STANDS UP AND KISSES THE WOMAN. IT IS BOTH ANNOYING AND SWEET. IT IS ANNOYINGLY SWEET. THE WOMAN IS HAPPY.

Now I can see that I was working through my own resistance (i.e., shit). But it's still scary, cuz what if it goes away?!

Just for today, I am grateful for my soul mate.