The fabulous Lori over at Random Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mum has been doing a series of posts on internet dating. She shared on Twitter that she was dumped by text message this morning, the day before her birthday! She (briefly I hope) interpreted it as another kick in the guts from the Universe, but seriously, the Universe and the guy himself were doing her a favour. I hope that when she’s had time to think about it she’ll realise that. It did make me think though, about the similarities between Halloween and internet dating.
It’s not for everyone. Some people can really get into it and go all out. Others decide they’ve better things to do with their time and money. Everyone wears masks and costumes and pretends to be someone they’re not. You never know who’s going to turn up on your doorstep. Sometimes you can have long gaps between knocks on your door, other times you’ll get 6 callers at once, all wanting your candy. If you are the one on the other side of the door you get to decide whether to open it, or just turn the lights out and pretend no one is home. You open your door to strangers, and give away your candy, even though you wouldn’t dream of doing so in other circumstances. You decide if you put on a mask or costume. Whether you invest everything you’ve got into what you give away or be practical about it and give only as much as you can safely afford. You get to decide if you give all your candy away to the first cute costume that knocks on your door, or whether you dole it out sparingly in case something better comes along. If you are the one knocking, putting yourself out there to be laughed at or run from, sometimes no one answers. Sometimes people give you crap candy with a bitter aftertaste but you take it because, well, it might seem rude to refuse. Sometimes people act really enthusiastic about your costume, but you just know that’s what they’re saying to everyone who knocks on their door.
You get my drift here, right? As anaolgies go it’s not a bad one. The thing is it can be applied to relationships in general. Hell, you can extrapolate it into a commentary on life if you really want to run with it. On some level everything is a choice. We can’t control what life throws our way, but we can choose what we do with it. Who we are, what we give, what we accept; it all comes down to choices we make.