Have you ever found something and can’t remember where the hell it goes, it can be like a part of something or even a sock when you’re doing laundry, but you just can’t find the other piece to it to complete it? I’ve recently done a little moving here and there, and it’s happened a shit load of times. I couldn’t find the screwdriver that goes with my toolset, but I knew I had just recently used it. I was willing to bet it was in my glove compartment in my car, but when I checked to see if that was the case, it wasn’t in there. A few days later, I went back to my old home and found out it was at my desk in a drawer. How the hell could I have missed something like that? I, of course, didn’t need it anymore, but I guess that’s the way shit goes, right?

What if love is sometimes like that? Because there are times where I feel like I’m receiving love at all the wrong times, and I just don’t want to be ready, or maybe that mentality is just what keeps me unready. I criticize thinking about timing all the time because timing is always just a made-up excuse for every person who ever existed (in my opinion, at least). What if that’s a legitimate reason, though? Is it possible we find the wrong type of love at the time where we’re just looking for any kind of love? Is that why people end up not working out with their partners in the long run too? Is it possible to get tired of the “right” type of love, or is that bullshit too?

I’ve grown up from the mentality where everything is just a fairytale and all that but is there still shit that has to be checked off with love for it to be real, or are you the only person that can say what’s real for you and what’s not? Are scientists studying this shit? Because they should. I guess if love could be quantifiable, everybody would do it, and if everyone was doing it, I guess it would take the fun from it, but where is the line drawn? Also, why can’t we invent some shit for our socks not to get lost in the fucking dryer or whatever.