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- Apr 27, 2018
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I don't mean to be a melodramatic crybaby, but it is what it is. It used to bother me a lot more than it does now because it wasn't something I was actively choosing. Now, after more life experience with my mental illness, I know I am better off single. Anybody else purposefully avoiding a love life for these kinds of reasons?
Like a lot of foreveralone types, I have the unfortunate combo of being sensitive to rejection and having a personality that all but guarantees it. Plus, it would be cruel to drag someone into my life when I'm going to CTB young and have such persistent mental problems.
I've found this acceptance freeing. I feel more willing to pursue the short-term, FWB, and one night stand situations that may be achievable with some effort. I'm also not scared of my biological clock anymore. I don't want to inflict my genetics on anyone, thank you. For the same reason, I feel less pressure to pass as straight.
The fact of my nonexistent love life still eats at me though, especially when I remember my old hopes and dreams. Even though I no longer wish for a husband and white picket fences, I can remember how happy that picture used to make me. Nothing I see in my future now musters quite the same level of enthusiasm, I have to admit. Even the best case scenarios I dream up pale in comparison. I guess that's true of all young dreams though. Reality never lives up to our expectations.
Like a lot of foreveralone types, I have the unfortunate combo of being sensitive to rejection and having a personality that all but guarantees it. Plus, it would be cruel to drag someone into my life when I'm going to CTB young and have such persistent mental problems.
I've found this acceptance freeing. I feel more willing to pursue the short-term, FWB, and one night stand situations that may be achievable with some effort. I'm also not scared of my biological clock anymore. I don't want to inflict my genetics on anyone, thank you. For the same reason, I feel less pressure to pass as straight.
The fact of my nonexistent love life still eats at me though, especially when I remember my old hopes and dreams. Even though I no longer wish for a husband and white picket fences, I can remember how happy that picture used to make me. Nothing I see in my future now musters quite the same level of enthusiasm, I have to admit. Even the best case scenarios I dream up pale in comparison. I guess that's true of all young dreams though. Reality never lives up to our expectations.
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