My Revelation

I've been doing a dangerous thing. Thinking. Not only that, but I have also been tired and sick while thinking. It seems that in those moments, the world just connects and you can understand everything but when you finally become sane again everything just crumbles.

But this is something that I have noticed. I call it The Rueland Hypothesis (I would call it the Sherman Paradox but I'm saving that name for something more awesome.)

To illustrate The The Rueland Hypothesis, I will tell a story.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Asher (I won't say his real name and no it's not me. The person Asher is now married). He had met this girl who we shall call Jenny. The two became really close friends. After a while, Asher started to like Jenny, but Jenny was dating some other dude that was also a really cool guy. Asher was faced with a choice. He could either tell Jenny how he felt and risk losing her friendship or remain silent because he knew that she was happy.

So what did he do? He remained silent.

Why?

Because he didn't want to risk losing her. It was better to live with heartbreak and see her happy then to never see her smile or hear her laugh again. He knew that he would probably lose his mind, but it was worth losing part of it rather than losing all of it by losing her.

You might be saying "Why didn't he just tell her? That pansy!" but let me tell you a secret, he knew that this would happen because it had happened to him before. He had fallen for a girl and risked telling her and ended up losing her, and he wouldn't let that happen again.

Don't worry though. The story ends happy. My friend Asher ended going on a mission. When he got back he met the girl of his dreams that was as crazy about him as he was about her. And the girl? He never told me that part of the story. Just the life lesson.

But there is something I learned from all this. And what I learned I called the Rueland Hypothesis. The Hypothesis that sometimes it's better to wait for the right person to com. To be a Ted Mosbey and live each day knowing that the perfect person is out there.

For what is love but the infection that causes man's heart's to grow weak and drive them to madness?

Angsty? Probably...but don't worry about it mates. Things seem so much deeper when you're tired and in truth I probably won't remember writing this....but who knows! Seems like a good idea at the moment.