Sea outside the bowl.
It is the informed consensus of marine ecologists around the globe that overfishing is the single biggest threat to the health and sustainability of our oceans.
A fact supported by a plethora of credible. orgs, a concern rarely disputed by anyone but the likes of those in denial of global warming – resolving this issue is a cause that we had all best promote. And quick.
Thankfully, however, there are plenty of proverbial fish in the sea. In fact, considering the abundance of available ass, it would not be far-fetched to hypothesize that the dating pool is consistently underfished.
“Well I’m fucking TRYING,” many singles may retort, aloud. “Gawd damn it, am I trying.”
Alright. Okay. Settle down. Most of us in the ‘unattached’ demographic do understand the importance of making ourselves actively available. That only by opening up our hearts and minds and schedules to new ideas and new adventures will we have the opportunity to meet the greatest assortment of people with whom we may align almost perfectly.
That’s not the problem.
The problem is that even when we readily embrace the necessities of productive dating, we tend to remain exponentially more desperate to get back out of the current. Thus, the moment someone in this higher class of potential prospects accepts our offer of dinner, dessert, and doggie style – we often glom onto them like a limpet, transporting ourselves from the water fresh with options and into the limited confines of a fishbowl.
There we languish with the idea of them. Lusting after this creature that, usually, we don’t yet know all that much about. And because all we can truly see is our infatuation magnified in the reflection of the glass, they grow from reasonably eye-catching goldfish to magnificent, full-sized MERFOLK.
Perhaps they could be our merperson, eventually. A metaphor meant to signify the magnitude of the catch, not ascribe mythological status to the mature, emotionally evolved and highly compatible lover. But it is just as likely that each new crush will reveal themselves to be the human equivalent of a Siamese fighting fish – aggressive, occasionally self-destructive, and territorial – or a gloomy guppy who needs time to float alone near the coral castle while he or she focuses on themselves.
Regardless, few relationships can thrive under such an intense and isolated focus. We must give one another room to breathe and space to appreciate what the other can bring to the tank. In doing so, we are not required to date other people, but…WHY NOT?
No matter how much tail we do or do not reel in at once, no matter how many duds we will inevitably have to flush – there is definite joy and certain enlightenment in exploring the sea around us before that freedom is gladly forgone.
