Gettin' Pretty Serious

I came across a new meme today. It's called "Gettin' Pretty Serious". It is a picture of Kip from the movie Napoleon Dynamite who assumes simple actions to be romantic gestures. Allow me to show you a sample that I found from Quick Meme (CAUTION: this site contains some R-rated material)

It's kind of cute, right? I mean, the action of the barista probably meant nothing. However, to Kip, this was a big deal. I can laugh about this as much as I want, but quite honestly, I have a tendency to jump to conclusions as well.

Maybe it's just a "girl thing," but I find myself lusting over trite things like Kip does in this meme. Don't be overly disgusted, please. I do not sit around thinking sexual thoughts about the guy who courteously holds the door for me at the grocery store. However, I do realize that I subconsciously run through the events of the life that he and I could have had together: drinking coffee together, our wedding day, future family vacations, and then the last one: sitting on a porch swing together in our old age watching the neighborhood children and drinking sweetened iced tea. Lame, I know, but these things happen.

How might I avoid these thoughts? Well, I could stop watching TV, listening to music, reading books, and stay home from school. Here's the thing, though: love will never die. Sure, even if romantic love is not there for me, the good news is that somewhere in the world, someone is loved. The part that is occasionally depressing is that I don't have access to this kind of love right now. I can discreetly mope about this truth, but it will really do me no favors. The fact of the matter is, I will probably be a little nervous when someone likes me that way.

To conclude this post and admit the truth, I am not mature enough for a relationship at this point. Sure, all of my friends tell me that I act like I'm forty years old sometimes, but that doesn't mean that I'm ready to be in a relationship. My parents have shown me, by example, what true love looks like. I am blessed because of this, but I have no experience of being with a significant other. Whenever I got/get close to this point, I got/get scared and said/say, "Let's just be friends. I'm still in high school. I'm not ready for this stuff." Someday, I will hopefully have the courage and grace to look at romantic love for what it truly is and not be afraid to move forward.

For now, I will stop fantasizing about the guy who took a second glance (on the rare occasion that: 1 - it actually happens, and 2 - I actually notice).