So I met a girl (how original, right?) at uni. Maybe this is an annual thing [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.396970-Asked-out-a-girl-today-D#16177557].
I didn't get to know her very well before semester ended (we only had one unit in common and she was in a different class anyway), but during the few conversations that we did share I experienced the single most positive gut reaction to a girl I've ever felt. She imbued that unique sense of heartache that can't be described, only understood. Disproportionate to the amount of time we spent together, utterly illogical... and completely overwhelming.
There was no discernible reason for it (excluding the red hair and green eyes of course), but she certainly left an impression. An unprecedented combination of intelligence, looks, pragmatism and introversion that for some reason I just couldn't (and can't) stop thinking about. She was unique somehow, she had a special X factor that I can't quite isolate. Maybe it was pheremones. Maybe my brain just decided to fuck with me. Who knows.
I never made a move due to uncertainty, and now she's gone. That was the only unit we'll ever share. I'll never see her again. Hell, she was probably only ever tolerating me anyway.
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I've been mulling it over a lot lately, and I've come to the conclusion that the hamster wheel we call love just isn't worth it. Not worth the effort, not worth the guesswork, and definitely not worth the clusterfuck of confusion and emotion that seem to be prerequisites. Ever since I was a boy it's been the same; all these overpowering feelings that lead absolutely nowhere and only serve to make me feel terrible.
Yet all my mates seem to possess some kind of instinctive cheat code. Unlike me, they can find fulfilment in the process. They're all running the race... and I'm still trying to find the goddamn starting line.
But it's all got to be for something. It'll all be worth it in the end. Right?...
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Some friends have succeeded. They've found 'the one'. They're happily together, two are even engaged.
And I'm really, really starting to question the payoff.
They all do things together in pairs. They go out to restaurants. They go out for drinks. They go out to clubs. They get intimate. They have parties. They discuss finances. They see movies. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and fucking repeat. Just an assortment of mind-numbingly mundane activities, repeated cyclically over and over and over again.
Is that all coupled life is? Until eventually marriage and/or kids come into play? I'm really starting to believe that the compulsive chase, only the chase and not the catch, is all there really is to love.
The girl I was talking about; had we partnered, would such a maddeningly mundane life be the culmination of all those overpowering otherworldly feelings, that indescribable sense of raw purpose I've felt since I was little? I don't know what I always believed would happen, but I always assumed it'd be something transcending and incredibly profound, an elusive state of being that I just hadn't achieved yet. An ultimate contentment.
Maybe I've just been duped by Hollywood.
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I'm so irritated with myself right now; not only for missing an opportunity but also for my confusion and lack of intuition.
If anybody can provide insight or share any personal feelings/experiences then I'd sure be grateful...
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Captcha was relevant a year ago, and even moreso today.
Damn you Captcha.
I didn't get to know her very well before semester ended (we only had one unit in common and she was in a different class anyway), but during the few conversations that we did share I experienced the single most positive gut reaction to a girl I've ever felt. She imbued that unique sense of heartache that can't be described, only understood. Disproportionate to the amount of time we spent together, utterly illogical... and completely overwhelming.
There was no discernible reason for it (excluding the red hair and green eyes of course), but she certainly left an impression. An unprecedented combination of intelligence, looks, pragmatism and introversion that for some reason I just couldn't (and can't) stop thinking about. She was unique somehow, she had a special X factor that I can't quite isolate. Maybe it was pheremones. Maybe my brain just decided to fuck with me. Who knows.
I never made a move due to uncertainty, and now she's gone. That was the only unit we'll ever share. I'll never see her again. Hell, she was probably only ever tolerating me anyway.
.
I've been mulling it over a lot lately, and I've come to the conclusion that the hamster wheel we call love just isn't worth it. Not worth the effort, not worth the guesswork, and definitely not worth the clusterfuck of confusion and emotion that seem to be prerequisites. Ever since I was a boy it's been the same; all these overpowering feelings that lead absolutely nowhere and only serve to make me feel terrible.
Yet all my mates seem to possess some kind of instinctive cheat code. Unlike me, they can find fulfilment in the process. They're all running the race... and I'm still trying to find the goddamn starting line.
But it's all got to be for something. It'll all be worth it in the end. Right?...
.
Some friends have succeeded. They've found 'the one'. They're happily together, two are even engaged.
And I'm really, really starting to question the payoff.
They all do things together in pairs. They go out to restaurants. They go out for drinks. They go out to clubs. They get intimate. They have parties. They discuss finances. They see movies. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and fucking repeat. Just an assortment of mind-numbingly mundane activities, repeated cyclically over and over and over again.
Is that all coupled life is? Until eventually marriage and/or kids come into play? I'm really starting to believe that the compulsive chase, only the chase and not the catch, is all there really is to love.
The girl I was talking about; had we partnered, would such a maddeningly mundane life be the culmination of all those overpowering otherworldly feelings, that indescribable sense of raw purpose I've felt since I was little? I don't know what I always believed would happen, but I always assumed it'd be something transcending and incredibly profound, an elusive state of being that I just hadn't achieved yet. An ultimate contentment.
Maybe I've just been duped by Hollywood.
.
I'm so irritated with myself right now; not only for missing an opportunity but also for my confusion and lack of intuition.
If anybody can provide insight or share any personal feelings/experiences then I'd sure be grateful...
.
Captcha was relevant a year ago, and even moreso today.

Damn you Captcha.