“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.”
― Jodi Picoult
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
― Robert Fulghum
We’re all attracted to that person who has confidence, self-assuredness, and an over-all happy and contented outlook. They are so comfortable in their own shoes that we just know they like themselves the way they are.
Even though we know that they can’t be perfect. They have to be weird somehow. Yet, we find it easy to love them.
And it doesn’t have to be romantic love, it can also be true friendship.
The secret, as Fulghum points out, is to find someone whose weirdness is compatable with yours.
The yin and yang thing.
Weird, but true.
It’s the only way to explain love.
And, might I add, there is no shame in loving yourself; as weird as it may sound, I believe a person is incapable of truly accepting and loving someone else unless they love themselves first, even knowing they aren’t perfect.
I’ve never understood why having a good opinion of yourself, liking – even loving – yourself inspite of your own imperfections is considered a bad thing.
But if you do, people will think you’re weird.
Thank goodness there are those who will love us anyway.
Ya gotta love them for that.