"I've been single for seven years and as I get older, I think all I want is to be loved. The world becomes a place where you think, let everyone else have it. Let them all fight over jobs and money... You want things in life that are lovely."
-Alec Baldwin
Yeah man. Forrealz.
I have neither put in the hard work nor achieved nearly the same things as Mr. Baldwin, but I can certainly sympathize. On one hand, maybe I'm just lazy and weak. I am relatively young after all and have not passed on (or been offered) many promises of happiness and adoration. And when I have passed, it has certainly not been for promises of wealth or status. It has been the result of fear and uncertainty, which are more common and less despicable in my eyes. Shit, at five years, my bacheloredom does not even come close to Baldwin's seven.
All that said, I've been bleeding affection for months now and can't help but feel a little embarrassed. I'm not running around with random peeps or anything, but I have a hard time managing the other 95% of life that grinds to a halt every time my mind wanders off to play in fantastical and semi-fictional worlds for a few hours.
I know the only solution I'll be able to look back at and be happy with is staying focused on performing my duties in life, staying hungry in my work, and letting things unfold naturally.
That said, I can't help but want to disappear every time I see a couple holding hands. What can I say? I love handholding.
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