I Need to Vent
The tragedy of being an intellectual and creative type is people often find it hard to relate to me just like how hard I find it to relate to them. This leads directly into loneliness and is only exacerbated by having almost zero racial efficacy with the added bonus of my familial relations being nothing more than a pale platter of platitudes. Roll these up into an attempt to find someone through online dating and the burden of being different becomes one that would make even Atlas himself tremble.
I just wish people were more open minded, and less concerned about shepherding their blind eyes around beautiful truths in order to ward off a moment of cognitive dissonance.
I also wish that the first step to a relationship wasn't projecting your ideal match onto someone you are attracted to, because projections are just that, hollow images with no weight that hides what is really there. Come to think of it, what ever happened to not judging a book by its cover?
It really seems that childhood lessons are often forgotten in adulthood. Lessons like honesty, sharing, admitting fault, and respecting fellow humans all fizzle away the older people get. Sadly this fizzle becomes a volatile bubbling cauldron of denial and self defense when you ask someone to remain true to these standards.
Anyways rant over, I'm not sad, just tired of the lack of affection in my life.
I just wish people were more open minded, and less concerned about shepherding their blind eyes around beautiful truths in order to ward off a moment of cognitive dissonance.
I also wish that the first step to a relationship wasn't projecting your ideal match onto someone you are attracted to, because projections are just that, hollow images with no weight that hides what is really there. Come to think of it, what ever happened to not judging a book by its cover?
It really seems that childhood lessons are often forgotten in adulthood. Lessons like honesty, sharing, admitting fault, and respecting fellow humans all fizzle away the older people get. Sadly this fizzle becomes a volatile bubbling cauldron of denial and self defense when you ask someone to remain true to these standards.
Anyways rant over, I'm not sad, just tired of the lack of affection in my life.