Way back in a probably non-existent era of history, knights would choose themselves a lady so pure, so virtuous, and so good, that they would feel unworthy of her. They would have to venture forth upon quests to succor the poor, aid the innocent, and rescue the helpless just to prove themselves worthy. For these knights, love made them better people.
Now, truth be told, these women were human and probably not as virtuous as the troubadours would have you believe. (Indeed, the very fact that the knights would get into fights over whose lady was more perfect suggests a deep psychological need to prove it to themselves as much as anyone else. One doesn’t fight over certainties.)
So, I was thinking… somewhere out there is my perfect guy – sweet, religious, perceptive, responsible, successful, considerate, and just plain ol’ nice. Now, do I deserve such a hypothetically perfect man? I wish. Does such a perfect guy actually exist? Never mind that. Like the knights and their ladies, the distance currently between me and my Perfect Man is an opportunity for me to work on deserving him. It may not be through knocking bad guys off their chargers – that require specialized equipment that I don’t have. I don’t need to quest across the countryside for dragons when I have the landscape of my life to do battle in.
So, Lady Bad4 is on a quest conquer the demons of sloth, the dragons of selfishness, the ogres of indifference, the giants of unkindness, and the sorcerers of insouciance to prove her worthiness to Sir Charming, the most amazing, virtuous, and otherwise perfect knight in the realm.
And I just dare you to suggest that he’s otherwise.
…now, with that pep talk, bring on the holiday!