Loving the Wrong Person

So I just got back from leading a bunch of middle school boys through the low ropes course here at Camp Arrah Wanna, and sitting next to my computer is a random, but interesting-looking book called Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe, by Andrew Boyd. Intrigued by the title and excited about my unsuspected find, I picked it up and started reading.

The pages are filled with slightly twisted views on life, love, politics, religion, et cetera. I found one page particularly interesting, so I thought I'd share it with cyberspace.

Loving the Wrong Person

We're all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you've been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there's no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way.

But it takes a lot of living to fully grow into your wrongness. It isn't until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems - the ones that make you truly who you are - that you're ready to find a life-long mate. Only then do you finally know what you're looking for. You're looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person - someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, "This is a problem I want to have."

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

It's weird that I came across this, because it's very much along the lines of what I've been pondering for the last several days. How funny.

But for now, my feet are practically black from dirt. Literally. I need to go take a shower, because the talent show is tonight and we, the Pro Crew, get all dressed up for it. The guys even got suits at the thrift store. Rather tacky suits, but alas, therein lies their awesomeness.

Tucker out!