Stock is limited.
Sometimes I wish there were more of me. Not because I need more help around the house, but because I think the world needs more of me, as a matter of principle. Yes, unbearably big-headed, I know, but if there were more of me, more people would be happy. Or, alternatively, I could just get a Time-Turner, since essentially I just need more time to do all that I want to do.
Yesterday I was on MSN with 3 guys at the same time. Thanks to Messenger Plus!’s plugin, I can have tabbed conversations. How cool, right? Two of them were being counselled for relationship problems, while one more was recovering. At one point I felt like I was running a hotline for the emotionally-depressed. In addition to running that hotline, I’d be its main researcher, since no one can rival my enviable list of relationship problems (don’t presume, I’m not talking about my current one).
If I had a Time-Turner I’d be able to study; be a good girlfriend, a confidante, nasi lemak buddy, movie buddy, irritant, and nosey parker all in one; and still be able to spend some time with certain people whom I think are lusting after me, just to see where it goes. I could be everything to everyone, everyone would be happy, and I’d be able to satisfy my giant curiosity about life in general because more Lynns mean more opportunity to explore other possibilities.
It honestly saddens me to know that there are some people who would be pursuing me, but for the tiny fact that I’m already attached. Of course I have great respect for the sanctity of being attached. I myself would never touch someone who’s attached, because I never want to be ‘the other woman’ in a relationship breakdown. But still. I can’t help but wonder where it would lead to, if I were available. My guess is that it wouldn’t lead anywhere, because if it was intense enough to be able to go somewhere I’d have felt the chemistry by now. But nope. None, nada, zilch.
Actually over dinner I was let in on the fact (2 months after it was all over) that someone had dumped his/her significant other to be with someone else. In referring to the ‘3rd party’, I was like, “Homewrecker. Harridan.” And other assorted epithets not suitable for reproduction. Meanwhile, I called the dumper a “cheaterbug”. My source of information wasn’t too happy about hearing them called such names. But to be honest, I meant that in jest. I’m sure they’re very nice people who just were in slightly more difficult circumstances than the rest of us, and decided to resolve it.
It’s just very hard for me to hear that someone got dumped for someone else, because I see it happening all the time, it’s happened to some of my friends, and it’s really a very, very ugly sight. No one wants to hear that they’ve been replaced.
But to be fair, I know that not all 3rd parties wanted that role. Sometimes it’s just the way things turned out. And yes, I’ve seen cases where the 3rd party and the dumper lived happily ever after. I know things are never black and white.
I just wish - I just hope so hard - that we could all just find our soulmates without having to break other people’s hearts in the process. But we live in an imperfect world.
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