How Long Should I Wait?

Such a common question in everyday life, no? How long should I wait until the cookies are done, how long should I wait for the water to boil, how long should I wait for mom to get home, how long should I wait to drink this coffee so I don't burn my face off?

Inevitably, waiting sucks. Whether it's for food to be ready, for a parent to return your phone call (because you could be dead at this very moment, but they'll just get back to you when they can), for the apocalypse to happen, or even for ice cream to fall from the sky. Patience is just too dang hard. Even just typing out that word takes forever. P. a. t. i. e. n. c. e. (That was even worse cause I had to put in all those spaces and periods and everything. Yuck.)

So if waiting sucks, why do we do it?
In my eyes, I see it like this: The longer you wait for something, the better it will be.
*cue the twinkly lights and sparkles drifting off in the wind*

Seems pretty reasonable, right? The longer you wait for your pizza rolls to be done, the better they'll taste in the long run. The longer you wait for the coffee to cool down, the better experience your taste buds will have, rather than a burning to their death. The longer you wait for the dye in your groovy new tie-dye shirt to soak, the better the colors will look.

So if the longer you wait for something, the better it will be, how does that pertain to falling in love? And yes, I am talking about the cheesy movies about how the giggly girl and her high school crush reconnect at a ten year reunion and decide to get married, because they knew they were meant to be. And also the ones about strange coincidences that magically happen but in no way could happen in real life (like running into each other at a weird location and figuring out that each other already has a significant other but now that they see each other with each of their significant others they want to be with each other rather than their significant others...right?).

To be point blank, I think it's worth it to wait for love. Because the longer I wait (which hopefully won't be insanely long), the better it will be, and the better it will be, the more worthwhile I'll feel  after playing the waiting game.

I have almost a sixth sense about love, which is weird because I've never experienced it with a male being at all. I've only been in one relationship before, so you wouldn't say I'm experienced, but I do have an eye for what I'm getting myself into. Many of my friends have poo-pooed my standards for the perfect guy since my list seems to go on forever. But I think it's good to have standards because you won't look for something less. I want values and morals, confidence and dedication, humor and consideration, and trust and understanding. Doesn't seem like such a bad list, eh? Well they all have underlying parts to 'em, so HA. (Also, perfectly straight teeth would put it at the top of the top. But hey, looks aren't everything, right?)

But basically, I think things are always worth the wait. I've been so patient for so many things and I'm even still in the process of some waiting games. Making friends, finishing college, having a career that I love, making ravioli from scratch someday (it's on my bucket list), and even living on my own with a cat (yes, that's a goal, don't judge).

So moral of the story: Wait. Wait as long as you can, but maybe not as long as you want. Because there's a life to live and you should just freaking live it, since being tied down by worries in the back of your head is just plain dumb. We all do it but we all have a choice on how to deal with it.

Be patient, guys. It'll be worth it. I promise.