Anonymous asked: How do you know when someone is your soulmate?
Yo. YO. YO. I don’t know if you really want my advice right now because you’re coming at me as someone who not only believes in soulmates but also as someone who uses the word casually when asking a stranger on the internet advice about it. O_O We’re on different planes right now, babe.
I mean, my first piece of advice would be to change your rhetoric. Then go google like, Luxembourg or James A. Garfield or anything else you might not know anything about because it will remind you that damn, this world is fucking enormous and how foolish you look, expecting to find the MATE of your SOUL at a coffee shop. He’ll probably come from a similar socioeconomic background! And also speak English! So convenient! I just learned what a marsh rabbit was yesterday. I’ve lived on this planet for 28 years and just learned about a new type of rabbit — so I’m not exactly going to think that Mike who works in the billing department who also happened to go on the same study abroad trip as my cousin is the MATE of my ENTIRE SOUL.
Once you cross that word out of your dictionary, I think it frees up a lot of room for you to just meet like, PEOPLE. Like, regular old people who qualify as someone you should get to know simply based on their own life trajectories and interesting histories. It’s hard to get to know someone when you’re constantly waiting for some mystery person to step out of the ether and live up to this arbitrary title that Disney and Drew Barrymore movies helped you create.(Yo, I just got real with myself rn. u_u)
Beyond that, what I think you might be asking is “How do you know someone is right for you?” Hopefully my New York Times best-selling memoir will have more information about this topic when it is released to critical acclaim in 2050, but as for now, the only thing I’m pretty good at figuring out is who is NOT right for me. Someone makes me feel uneasy — not right. Someone I can’t be myself in front of — not right. Someone who hates macaroni and cheese — dat shit ain’t right. We all have our own lists, and the only way to gather more information to put on that list is to experiment, just like science class. Go on dates with people. Check out new scenes. Be open, my babies.
The other thing I want to say about this is I would liken falling in love with “the right person” to making a really good friend. Think about all of your platonic friends. Think about how they make you feel. Hopefully you’re lucky and like me, all of your platonic friends make you feel smart and beautiful and funny and energized. Whenever I meet Mr. Right (Seth Meyers, probs), I’m hoping maybe it will go like that. Or maybe it won’t. Ted and I were casual acquaintances for like, four years before we became BFFs. Regardless, the end product is two people who love and respect each other.
Happy searching.
