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Soulmates.

Soulmate: noun.  A person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

People are given two soulmates in their lifetime.

A lover.
The one person who opens your heart to a whole new world and wonder no one can give you.  A single touch electrifies you.  Intensity.  Love.  Honesty.  Affection.  Spiritually.

A best friend.
Someone to spend life with that doesn’t hate you, scar you, && is always there to help && protect you.  Love.  Honesty.  Spiritually.

You can love many people in a single lifetime.  Some stay, but most leave.  Boyfriends.  Girlfriend.  Friends.  Co-workers.  Life hands you hundred’s of people in your life but the ones who matter never leave.  You may not talk daily, or see each other often – but you know, deep inside, they are there forever.

Growing up I always said, and believed, that a person can only have one soulmate until I realized that’s not exactly true and funnily enough, I realized this while watching One Tree Hill.  I will always believe you can only be “in love” with one person in your lifetime.  I don’t believe you can feel something THAT strong for multiple people.  (You can love as many as you want.  Big difference between loving someone && being in love with someone.)

But sometimes I forget about best friends.  That one person you meet and you simply think to yourself this person, I like this person, they will be mine forever.  &&& it’s true, you may not see them on a daily basis, or even monthly basis.  But you know, &&& they know, &&& everyone knows – they are your person.

Your.  Person.
Your bestfriend.
Your companion.

Everyone needs that person too.  You need the one person in your life who isn’t going to tear you down, or make you feel inferior to everyone else.  Someone who doesn’t crumple your spirit, or squeeze you like an orange if you want to believe in rainbows and unicorns.  Someone who will not get mad when you trip them into the mud, or lock them out of the car on a rainy night.

Reading that you started thinking about your wife or husband.  Boyfriend or girlfriend.  But do you think of your best friend.  The person you met in elementary school or junior high.  Possibly high school or college.  Or if you lacked social skills and didn’t develop much until adulthood, maybe you’re thinking about a person at work.  A girl or a guy that makes your life a little less stressful and enjoyable.  Life is hard enough trying to maneuver your way around it – it’s even harder when you’re alone – that’s why God gave you people.  Two people.  The two people that will get you through life without too much struggle, or too much pain, heartbreak, or sorrow.

Those two people.
Your lover.
Your best friend.
Your soul mates.

 

Don’t be a jerk! It’s Christmas!

It is the fourth of December.

December – a month where you’re supposed to be happy.  It’s beginning to get cold – if it isn’t already cold.  (I live in Southern Oklahoma – it’s just beginning to get cold.)  Go out in public with a smile and help people as much as possible.  Sometimes I forget that I don’t live in a pink world with cotton candy trees where people just break out in a musical number at the drop of a dime.  (We can only wish.)

I was slapped in the face tonight with how much of a moron I really am.  I went up to Family Dollar in hopes of finding a cheaper set of headphones because mine aren’t working anymore and I love listening to music when I write.  I parked, wobbled in, and began searching.  Once I found everything I needed (about eight things) I headed to the register.  There were two people in front of me so I just stood to the side a little because they knew I was there, including the cashier.

Apparently, when I’m standing somewhere I tend to bob my head so I was doing that.  (I noticed and stopped.)  Waiting.  I’m a patient person.  Always have been even when I was a child.  I figured if someone is in a bigger hurry than me there is a reason behind it.  I’m never in a hurry.  When I get into a hurry I tend to get flustered and never regain my composure.  It’s easier for everyone in my life if I just take my time.

There I stand in line with my few items waiting.  People get in line and go before me.  Now I’d like to point out, I am 5’3″ but I’m as wide as a barn – you can see me.  I promise.  People were acting as if they couldn’t see me.  They’d look at me and continue on.  Finally it is back down to two people in front of me, I get a little excited because I’m about to leave.  A boy in his teens gets in line, he glances at me, I do my normal “smile and nod my head.”  Nothing.  I shrug it off.  Maybe he thought I like them younger and now totally want to attack him in the store.  Who knows really?

A couple minutes flash by, the lady in front of him had a basket full, overflowing.  I glance around a lot when I’m waiting in line.  I take in the scenery, if you will.  I glanced back over at the kid and now an older woman, possibly in her 40’s, is now standing with him.  Her eyes never leave me.  Yes, she is watching me like a hawk.  I shrug that off.  (I seriously am just that mellow.)

The woman is finishing up her payment and the teen looks over at his mom and gestures toward me.  The mother (remember, she’s in her 40’s talking to her teenager) turns her back to me and proudly exclaims, “If the bitch was in line she would be next.”  Then the mother pushes her son forward, almost bumping into the woman in front of them, and begins putting their stuff on the counter.

First, I’d like to say that I have very good hearing.  I can honestly hear people whispering in a loud room.

Two, it takes a lot to piss me off.  I just don’t see the point in being angry, at anything.

Three, that 40 year old mother of a teenager is a prime example of why teenagers now days need a good swift kick to the teeth.  Because their parents, who they look up to, don’t teach them right & wrong.

Four, that mother angered me.  I cussed to myself all the way to my car.  Through the drive home.  To my sister-in-law as I was dropping off the stuff for her.  All the way across the street.  To updating my Facebook status.  And now, I’m still complaining.

You’re supposed to teach your children how to be respectful.  If you have a basket full of stuff, someone has eight, you’re supposed to teach them that it’s okay to let them go first.  But no.  This woman will raise that teenager to be the type of person who is walking through Wal-Mart, someone ACCIDENTALLY bumps into him, and he punches them in the eye followed by some horrible language and a screaming match where he is eventually arrested.

Good luck in the world, young man.  I wish you luck.

(Side note, this was written by a 26 year old.  Goes to show just how much parents have changed in a few years.)