Sunday, September 29, 2013

Here I go again (...you know the rest)

Is there a name for this? The person you like doesn't like you. You don't like the person who likes you. I call it the most goddamn frustrating phenomenon in the whole goddamn world.

I have forever complained about how guys don't like me. This isn't true. The RIGHT guys don't like me. I don't know which is worse... having no guy like you or having the wrong guy like you. If I don't like a guy, there's really no redeeming factor in him liking me. I feel like I'm over the "being flattered" phase. Although perhaps I was never in that phase. I was in the aloof phase of not even grasping the concept that someone could or would like me. I've always felt that there is no way a guy would like me (see: "low self-esteem"). Unless he comes right out and says, "I like you," I don't see it.

But that's not the point. The point is: my whole life, I've had unhealthy crushes on all the wrong guys. I do not understand people who find each other and are impossibly happy and together forever. Or together for more than one year (my personal record, which did not include being impossibly happy).

Relationships schmrelationships. Time to be impossibly happy being solo once more.