I find myself wasting a lot of time getting to know pointless people who won’t have any significance to my life.
Every guy wants to be seen dating attractive females. So they date one after the other. And won’t commit to any of them. It’s like guys are scared to commit for fear they could miss out on dating another female they’re attracted to. That’s all it’s about nowadays. Attraction. This new way of dating isn’t for me.
Very cliche but there’s more to women than their looks.
I’d rather be friends with you first and perhaps something could develop from there instead of this dating malarkey.
Guys have become clever. They’re now using friendship as their way to try and bypass the longness of dating.
I’m old fashioned. I always thought that if a guy makes effort to see you, call you, text you etc that’s because he wants to make you his girlfriend.
But it doesn’t work like that anymore. Guys have become “thirsty.”
Guys will do all of that to show interest but it amounts to nothing. Why? Because they’ve found some next female attractive.
Why get the girls hopes up? What was the point?
Another thing I don’t get.. Exclusive dating. You’re not dating anyone else. Nor is she. So what’s stopping you? Why not just be boyriend & girlfriend?
Guys have become greedy when it comes to relationships.
Girls have become slack and let themselves be fooled into dreams of a relationship that guys are selling.
I guess it’s naive to think the way I do and I should adapt to the modern rules of dating but I can’t bring myself to play along.
Why I’m scared to fall in love
There’s certain people you meet, who just have interesting auras. You see them for the first time, and for some reason, they completely capture your attention; it could be the way they’re sitting, hunch-backed and alertly glancing around or leaning over a paper or a book, or the definitive lack of a smile on their face, or the definitive secrets behind their happiest expressions. Or maybe when their eyes meet yours, the depth within them impacts you, and you become enamored; or whenever they speak, it’s meaningful and overflowing with hidden messages between specially crafted lines and you feel maybe only you could perceive and understand what special things could be hiding under their sadly smug smirk or forlorn half-smile.
And sometimes, it remains that way. you see them around occasionally, but you two never meet, and you’re always left to wonder what if and become jealous of the people you see with them often, the ones who know the things you’d give so much to.
But frankly, sometimes meeting them is a worse fate because how could you not become immediately and fatally infatuated with someone who captured your focus at first sight? How could every small revelation of their soul or every quick line leading in to their thoughts not fill up your emptiness just a tad bit more, not tug at your heart strings and force your care out of its hidden pockets and throw it out uninvited? How could you not fall in love?
How could you get over the pain of their leaving, their final angry phrases, the broken fragments of their promises and the fact you weren’t good enough for the person who had so quickly and easily overtaken your entire mind and all the love you had to offer? How could you listen to the same songs and visit the same places and wander the same hallways with the memories shrouding you? How could the world continue, how could you continue when you’ve become so in love with their soul, their mind, their essence that you could never ever get over, pick yourself up, find another person like them where?
You’ve come to need it, to need the comforting unpredictability of how their good mornings will sound and the shifty guardedness of their eyes and the internal rush of joy at doing things for them and hearing their laugh and being wrapped up in their arms and safe. You want them there when you have thoughts and ideas and you need them when you cry, because nothing else could comfort you and they’re everywhere because they became your everything, and just because they’ve left doesn’t mean that any of this changes.
This is why i’m afraid to fall in love.
I think they exist just not always romantically. I think there are certain people you will meet in your life who you just connect with more than anyone else and you just know it isn’t a typical thing and you understand each other perfectly. But this person wont always be your ‘significant other’ i mean it could be your best friend or a sibling or a parent or a teacher or the person you’re dating or it could be anyone you’ve ever interacted with.
They can be anyone
“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”
― Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
I hate how people say “I’m here for you” when really they aren’t. I hear those words and I just brush it off. If they were there for me, they would have been there all those time I fell apart.
Sometimes I wish it was different and other times I just want to say fuck it, fuck you, and fuck being hung up on shit that don’t matter anymore. I want to remind myself that I am fixed, I’m healed, and I’m happy. I’m proud of myself for that. And I’d love any opportunity to stick that to you, to show you that you broke me, but I didn’t need you to put it back together. It took a long while but I’m fine, and if you aren’t, well your heartbreak isn’t my problem anymore.
I’m a different person now than I was 6 months ago. I had to cope by myself with a situation I had never experienced. I was alone was just my thoughts, my feelings, nobody to support me or comfort me. Thats why i am the person I am today and not the person I use to be. I’m stronger, I’m independent, I’m confident, I’m self-assured, I’m happy.
Why? because I can put 100% faith and trust in MYSELF to guide me through any situation life throws at me.
I am who I am and would never want to go back to who I was before
I remember…. when we was best friends and we use to talk for ages on the phone every night. We used to laugh at pointless things that no one else thought funny.
All the arguments we had. You was the one I could turned to when I felt hurt and needed someone.
But that disappeared and everyday we become strangers. The only thing we shared was an empty silence. There was no hi or bye. Our friendship was too broken to be fixed. You went your way and I went mine. You became somebody that I once knew.
There’s a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything. But its not giving up, its realising that you don’t need certain people and their crap
How many times?
How many times do we forgive someone just because we don’t want to lose them, even though they don’t deserve our forgiveness?
How many times can you give someone the silent treatment? Can the effectiveness wear off if you use it too much?
Such is life (C’est la vie)
I don’t understand how you can smile all day long but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change but the people in them do. How your best friend can become your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it just hurts the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much too spare. How people make promises despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase their lives just because it;s easier than working things out.