People talk like it's a given thing // I dunno what they mean -- nor, I suspect, do they

Love is hilarious. I think the basic catch-22 of my life is that, rather than career or school or religion, I find true purpose and motivation in the pursuit of Love; yet the rumor seems to be that to claim such a thing one must have all the other parts put together, the parts that I seem to ignore and stow away in the back of my mind. Like school...work...personal appearance...living quarters. Yet, unlike these things, I don't think that you try your hardest and win Love like you can achieve a diploma or get the job. Almost the opposite. A close (catch-2)2nd place might be my decreasing optimism and faith in those facets of life except for the waterfall of hope pouring on my ideals of woman/Love, which appears also to be drowning my brain as I've been told my feet hardly come close to being planted on Earth when it comes to the stuff.