Why do we meet people, cats and fall in love.
There is a saying that goes something like this: you like because, and you love despite. You like someone because they are funny, easygoing, and have excellent taste in music; you love someone despite them being messy, loud, and sometimes downright dumb and mean.
In the last week of this fortunate year, I interacted more with cats than with humans. And, to be completely honest, it wasn’t all that bad. I hate losing friends, but just like cats, you can’t always tame them, and most will simply not like you for no apparent reason. Cats and their whimsies.
We meet people to feel jealousy, to learn that our birthstone is garnet and flower carnation and not the other way around. We meet them so we don’t have to pat our own shoulders, so we have one to cry on; so we can laugh while ugly crying; so someone calls us beautiful every single day. So that no two days are the same, and there is someone to share them with. So there is no need to evolve hydra-like self-healing powers. So we can see ourselves through other people’s eyes.
And this is why we meet people, people with varied interests. To learn about football, to develop a taste for foreign music, to learn investing, to fall in love with someone’s strangest laugh. To learn that Kate Moss was the face of Chanel in the ’60s. To take movie recommendations and never watch them. To taste what it feels like to survive in a country other than our own. To make elaborate plans and never follow them. To live each and every cliché. To learn Keanu Reeves' favorite song. To fall in love with one's city. To have a bittersweet relationship with someone's idiosyncratic hobby.
And finally, to sit in the quietest nook possible and casually trauma dumping.
And finally we meet cats to fall in love with.
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