/thinks:
"why do people insist on telling me there's 'someone out there for you', who can put up with my being utter hard work, and my weirdness, and whom i can put up with, instead of wrapping him up and delivering him to me, saving me from having to go out and find him? and, more to the point, why do i find that so hard to believe, in the first place?"
i fear i may be turning emo...