What makes us attracted to those that we are? Experts spout off about colors, full lips, pink cheeks, et cetera. But why are we attracted to the personalities that we are? Does it have anything to do with how we are raised, who we are raised around? Or does it have nothing to do with our experience on this Earth? When I think about the personalities I am enamoured with right now, some of them make no sense. They say opposites attract. That must be true because someone like me would otherwise have no business being attracted to the tree-hugging, animal saving, do-gooder kind. (Though I do love animals, I also love certain ones in my tummy.) But there is also some flaw in that theory. Because then I would not like the personalities that so closely resemble that of my own. (Smart-ass, no-holds-barred, take-no-prisoners attitude and all.) Yet, I do. I just wonder if there is some sort of scheme to things. To why we like who we do, when we do. Be it fate, destiny, or God. What is it about the people we like? Is it predetermined for us? Is it all thought out before us? Or could it be that we are only supposed to find that certain person, and what we do from there is all on us? Could we screw it up? Could we go in different directions? Could it all be gone, just like that?
For now, I have no answers. But it's time to get back to my music and join the real world again. However unsavory and god-awful this horridly, wonderously beautiful world we live in is.
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