It’s been
a few days since I last wrote one of these. Anyway, today I stumbled
upon a rather thought-provoking thread on a forum I frequent. In said
thread, someone asked if other people have ever called random people
beautiful or been called beautiful by random people.
Now being called beautiful by a stranger is not an experience I’ve had, much less given. This goes back to a topic I’ve previously covered, but if I did call a random person beautiful, it would only happen if I mustered up the courage to do so. Perhaps consequently - although that’s admittedly the wrong way of thinking about it - no one has ever randomly called me beautiful.
What if a stranger did call me beautiful? Naturally I’d be happy. I’d have a most wonderful rest of the day, knowing that someone I don’t even know or recognize finds me beautiful. Or any masculine equivalent of the adjective.
Of course, such activity is more or less common among my friends and family. I’ve called my female friends beautiful on many occasions, and I’ve been called handsome by them and my parents. Strangers, however, are an entirely different matter.
I suppose there’s one more entry into the list of experiences I wish to have, at the very least.
Speaking of experiences, there are a lot of things I wish I could’ve experienced. Not just experiences I wish to have, but experiences I wish I’d already had. Call it glorification if you want to, but for instance, in the anime I briefly discussed in the previous rambling, there was a best-friends type of relationship between a boy and a girl. I assume it goes without saying that I never experienced that, and that anime made me wish I had.
In all honesty, media rarely conveys a fully realistic image of anything. If I had a best friend of the opposite sex, chances are it’d be grossly different from the one depicted between those two characters in that anime. But it wouldn’t matter. Only she would.
I’m content enough with a best friend of the same sex, though. At the end of the day, wishful thinking, by its literal interpretation, is exactly what it sounds like. It’s thinking. It’s a wish. It’s thinking of that wish. And it’s useless.