The original title of this blog was going to be that the internet was my biggest cockblocker, but after some review, I realized the true culprit. Its me. Yep, lil ol me is what is putting the kibosh on what some experts claim cannot be stopped or changed due to biological wiring. The want and need to be in a relationship. Even movies paint all women to be these pathetic drones always looking to be validated and loved, without the ability to define themselves without a mate….and to that I say, eh, I’m OK alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a relationship person, confusing, I know, but I will explain. I am a natural maternal nurturer, which I guess the people I have been so lucky to spend time with in my life have unconsciously been attracted to…or so my therapist tells me. The normal chain of events goes like this, girl meets guy. Girl drinks too much and ends up hanging out with guy more than she would have sober. Guy wants to hang with girl again. Girl is open with guy about wanting to just have fun, be casual, her schedule is busy so she can’t be tied down. Guy does everything in his power to tie her down. Girl loves attention so she hangs out with guy and realizes too late she has been tied down. Girl cuts the ties and heads to bar to drink again, add vodka and repeat.Its a viscous cycle.
Something about saying the relationship status out loud is a catalyst to claustrophobia. Sweat starts to pour, breathing feels constricted, valium is needed….and that is just the beginning of the romance. A couple of months in and I am finding any escape path out of this new union. This is the part that I feel the worst about. I KNOW I AM NOT PERFECT…let’s just add in that disclaimer, but the mental warfare ensues against getting locked into having a “boyfriend.” (I even felt dirty typing that last word). Some of the weapons it uses are “knit-pickers,” you know, when your mind comes up with the dumbest things to be upset about. ie, “I don’t like his casual shoes” or “He doesn’t say excuse me after he belches.” Those are just examples, but if they were true picks, I’m almost positive they could just be communicated and resolved, but instead of doing that the mind just marinates on them and exaggerates their importance until whatever could have been is ruined.
Other weapons include, over-scheduled, family-itis, and so many more…So moral of the story…I’m crazy, and if you still want to date me, just don’t tell me about it! Yikes!1 Comment »