“Kids, this is the story of how I met your mother.”
I want there to be a day where my life comes to that, where
my husband sits our kids down and we tell them the story of how we met.
The show How I Met Your Mother has been off the air
for about half a year now (I think; this past year has been a big blur, and
sometimes I can’t really tell where one event began and another ended). But I
found it on Amazon Prime. All but the last season, but that is beside the point.
So I rewatched the show. And I have to say, I connect with Ted so much more now
that I’m an adult working in a big city with real bills and a partial real
life.
Something really bothered me about the show though. It made
love and life look so simple! I mean, Marshall was in law school, then had an
internship, and then three other jobs. I mean, sure he was unemployed and sat
around with no pants, but it seemed like the moment he was down on his luck,
his life turned around and he got a job! Wait, I’m getting off topic. Love and
life. Stick to the topic, Charlotte. Ok, what I wanted to get at was the fact
that this show made dating look so easy. Am I doing it wrong then? Should I be
getting hit on all the time, like Robin? Or should guys been staring at me as I
walk by them and just have to stop to get my number? Should I be spending every
night in a bar? Should I find a bar by my job, and get home late at night,
losing sleep and productivity, just to find a date that will go nowhere after
the first date?
I can’t even say I’m like Ted in his desperate attempt to
find love and happiness in a world full of happy couples. I’m like Randy (for
those of you that know who I’m talking about, I’m proud of you and thank you
for knowing. For those of you who don’t, I’d explain, but I don’t want to spend
the time telling you something you could just google. Here I’ll even help, just
post this into google: randy how I met your mother). I honestly just want to
fit in and have a legendary night without it being ruined by my stupid talking.
Damn. I am pathetic.
I know it takes time and effort to find someone and work on
relationships. But I feel like the universe is working against me on purpose. I
believe in superstitions, did I do something to piss off the gods/a sentient being/
whatever is in charge of the universe? Is there a superstition that I broke
that has to do with my love life? If there is and I broke it, shouldn’t it not
count because I didn’t know about it?
That’s it for this post. Until next time – I’m Charlotte
Carmichael and thanks for reading.
