from a recently rediscovered email i'd written some time ago to a handsome young man who'd asked me why the right one never seemed to come along:
apropos of your existential question: i was thinking last night about my maternal grandparents--how they met in rural west texas, and, after a brief courtship, married in 1918. she was 16, and he 20. they were incredibly young, incredibly inexperienced, and neither had ever dated prior to their meeting.
when i think about the odds of an arrangement like that working out--two kids, living in one of the most sparsely-populated regions of the world at that time, where the pickings were, needless to say, very slim, meeting at random--i'd give 'em about a zero-percent chance of even liking each other, much less anything beyond that. and yet, the opposite turned out to be true. their love was immediate and enduring, and by all accounts (and i've heard many), they enjoyed the happiest and most devoted of marriages.
of course, they had several things going for 'em: they'd both grown up fast by necessity; they had similar backgrounds, similar values, compatible goals--oh, and chemistry (they were both fine young animals).
but they also had something else going on--something which, on its face, would appear to be a great limitation, but which i've come to believe might be the greatest gift of all.
but how do i put it? lemme go at it this way: from time to time, and most particularly since i've started writing myself, i'll go pull up an old handwritten letter or essay by someone like jefferson or madison, struggle through the archaic script, and marvel at the clarity of thought expressed therein--the clear, cohesive, flowing line from beginning to end, unbroken and unmarred by strikeouts or rambling incoherence.
and then i'll consider what it takes my spoiled, techno-modern ass to produce an average blogpost--the editing, overthinking, deleting, backspacing, cutting-and-pasting--and i just laugh.
those writers of the past--even the mediocre ones--could spit it out mostly right the first time because they had no other option--they had to organize their thoughts, focus their efforts and be at their best in a way modern writers with all their fancy tools and toys can't even begin to approach, simply because their primitive medium was unforgiving.
i think it was the same with my grandparents--there was no internet in their world, much less casual dating or, god forbid, divorce. their primitive medium was unforgiving, and thus they were forced by circumstance to bring their A game to the effort.
oprah winfrey used to ask her guests, "what is the one thing you know for sure?" had she asked me, my one thing, arrived at after many years of experience in the field, would be the belief that humanity handles scarcity far better than it does abundance.
so, you might be wondering--by way of all this, am i trying to tell you that you should just quit yer bitchin', pick one and make it work goddammit? no. because, unlike my grandparents, we've eaten from the tree of knowledge, you and i--we know what's out there, what's at least potentially possible, and have been mass-marketed into the belief that we won't be "happy" until we find just the right needle in that big ol' haystack. cheery thought, no?
keeping my options open,
mkf
p.s. needless to day, jefferson would be appalled at the amount of editing that went into the production of this email.
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and yeah, i know, i'm like a dog with a bone with this "scarcity v. abundance" thing, but with every passing year, it just gets truer and truer.