We might claim we are ready for a serious relationship. We might swear we are finished with video games. We might desperately want to settle down and give up the single life for good. But we have trouble with commitment.
We admire cute people from afar without vexing to walk over and insert ourselves. We swipe through dating apps without vexing to answer our themes. We tell my best friend about person we’re somewhat interested in dating without filling in on our feelings as well.
We invest our free time gliding bios, swiping through picture, trying our hardest to imagine ourselves dating the person on the other side of the screen — but when it’s time to to that person, we put off responding. We put off matching in person. We put off forming a genuine connection that goes beyond a screen.
We sit back and tell potential rapports die because we are not enthusiastic enough about any particular person to throw in the effort.
We like the of settling into a serious relationship, but in practice, we don’t want to bother with the stress of dating. We aren’t inevitably skeptics, but we have been disappointed by every other relationship we’ve taken a chance on in the past, so we have little hope things are going to be different this time around. We expect biography is going to repeat itself.
Besides, we have been the person who is cared more in the past, and quite frankly, we are exhausted. We don’t want to bother putting in struggle that will not be returned. We don’t want to bother to send text that are going to be ignored. We don’t want to bother to get attached to someone who is only temporary.
We have grown to think of relationships as a trash of our times. They never work out, so we have stopped trying — but we don’t we have stopped trying.
We still sign up for dating apps, even though we rarely exchange numbers with a match. We still keep an eye out for cute guys, even though we rarely start a discussion with them. We still flirt whenever we get the opportunity, even if they are the flirting never evolves into anything more serious.
We have stopped taking active steps to formation such relationships because we are used to being single. Whether the government has we are entirely happy about being on our own, at the least the administration is comfortable. At least we are in a room we find familiar.
We have been burned before, so we don’t bother to take rapports gravely anymore. We don’t bother to answer text from people who show interest. We don’t bother to pick a time and a place to meet up for drinks.
We don’t bother to make an effort because we assume we are going to get hurt. We acquire caring would be a mistake. We presume trying would be a debris of our time, another one of our misconceptions made in the name of adore.