One notion I
firmly believe in is that life shouldn’t be all work and no
fun. To me, taking the time out of work to relax and involve myself
in hobbies and other recreational activities is just as important as
work itself. Even more so, in fact, if I were to be completely
honest.
I’ll never understand people who let their whole lives revolve around their jobs. There’s more to life than that. I’ve heard of people who’ve never once traveled abroad, for instance - and if I had to make guesses as to the reason, my first guess would be because they think of nothing but work. Work, work, work until you fall over from hunger and sleep deprivation.
The same goes for people in committed relationships. There’s certainly more to life than your significant other. I find it especially sad and infuriating if people’s partners are the only possible topic of discussion for them. “He’s so sweet and handsome! I want to spend every second of my life with him! Oh, and did I tell you about our first kiss?” Just shut the fuck up.
I’d hate to become the type of person I despise. If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t put her on a golden pedestal. I wouldn’t neglect my friends or hobbies just because she suddenly entered my life. And I sure as hell wouldn’t forget how to have an intelligent conversation about a topic other than her.
It baffles me what love can do to some people. But at the same time, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, I got to experience something similar once. But I still didn’t let her take over my mind entirely. I’m still too angry at love to let that happen to myself.
In a sense, I hope I stay that way.