First of all, if you ever find yourself in Sydney make your way over to Luna Park. Because it is absolutely a dream. It’s so picturesque and just adorable all around. I had so much fun there. Especially with the massive fairy floss (cotton candy) I got for $3 USD.
But there’s another topic I want to discuss with you.
As a writer, a creator, and a hopeless romantic, I’ve come to learn different things about myself.
For instance, I have a strong desire to really know people. One of my favorite things is when someone opens up to me about… well anything. I just like knowing people’s stories.
Sometimes I really feel that is one of the reasons I was put on earth. To listen.
But I digress.
Another thing I’ve realized about myself is my tendency to mistake feelings for people with feelings for memories.
A lot of times I will have an incredible experience with someone and find myself replaying the event over and over in my head.
I have this kind of addiction to happiness. I know that sounds weird but hear me out. Whenever I find something that makes me happy (a song, a place, an experience…) I want more of it, I want to relive it, replay it, re-do it. So when there is a memory that makes me happy I want to recreate it so very badly.
Let me give you a prime example. I had a straight up movie moment with a complete stranger. Honestly, this night was the kind people write novels about. The sense of euphoria was unreal.
Well. We kept in touch and a little over a week later we had the opportunity to meet up again. I was so incredibly excited. I was gushing to my roommates about this guy and how elated I was to see him again.
GUYS. He was the biggest jerk I have ever met in my entire life.
I was left completely dumbfounded by this guy. I didn’t understand how he was the same person I had shared this incredible connection with.
Then it dawned on me…
It wasn’t the guy that I had connected with. It was the experience.
I believe this is the reason a lot of reality tv show relationships are subject to failure… HUGE example. The Bachelor/Bachelorette.
They’re put up in incredible mansions, brought on dream-like vacations, really just being spoiled to no end. How are they not going to fall in love, right??
Yet, there have been so many instances where the happy couple ends up breaking up. Why?
It’s because they fell in love with the experience.
I’m not saying there aren’t some real emotions involved in those shows. But I feel like the real test of emotion comes after the cameras stop rolling.
Think about it. The last time you got swept up in “emotions” for someone, what were you doing? Where were you? Does any of this possibly have something to do with these feelings?
Bottom line, I feel like we can save ourselves from a lot of heartache and confusion by learning the difference between falling in love and falling in love with an experience.
Do you agree?
>> PS. I’m working on a Sydney Itinerary. Let me know if there are certain things you wanna see on it!