What I'm really thinking
Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 3:16 pm
“Stop picking at each word directed to you like a scab, and I could tell you observations from my heart.
Would you like that?”
It took me 30 minutes to compose a 3 line reply. And all I could think was “I didn’t sign up for this”.
I asked myself what then, I did sign up for? Because a site like Match is implicitly designed for people who want to form a reciprocal emotional bond with another human being. If I wasn’t capable of that, then I should delete my profile, so I did and the weight of unfulfillable expectations lifted.
“Doesn’t suffer fools gladly” often applies to me, but I find myself being unable to suffer anyone, even nice, intelligent, kind people, gladly. So to be asked if I want to listen to a discourse on how crap I am as a human being makes it easy to answer - no. No I wouldn’t like that. Like being called into the headmistresses office to be told how disappointed she was. How I’d let myself down. Talks designed to build character.
I’ve had my character built enough over the past two years, thank you anyway.
And now I shall dress up the “it isn’t you, it’s me” conversation. How you deserve to find someone who isn’t a emotional cripple. How terrified I am to have found someone who interests me on the very first try, making me second guess my judgement, telling myself I can’t trust my instincts.
But I’m not going to say any of this. Instead I typed
“Frankly it sounds terrifying.
May I buy you dinner next week?”
and pressed Send.
Would you like that?”
It took me 30 minutes to compose a 3 line reply. And all I could think was “I didn’t sign up for this”.
I asked myself what then, I did sign up for? Because a site like Match is implicitly designed for people who want to form a reciprocal emotional bond with another human being. If I wasn’t capable of that, then I should delete my profile, so I did and the weight of unfulfillable expectations lifted.
“Doesn’t suffer fools gladly” often applies to me, but I find myself being unable to suffer anyone, even nice, intelligent, kind people, gladly. So to be asked if I want to listen to a discourse on how crap I am as a human being makes it easy to answer - no. No I wouldn’t like that. Like being called into the headmistresses office to be told how disappointed she was. How I’d let myself down. Talks designed to build character.
I’ve had my character built enough over the past two years, thank you anyway.
And now I shall dress up the “it isn’t you, it’s me” conversation. How you deserve to find someone who isn’t a emotional cripple. How terrified I am to have found someone who interests me on the very first try, making me second guess my judgement, telling myself I can’t trust my instincts.
But I’m not going to say any of this. Instead I typed
“Frankly it sounds terrifying.
May I buy you dinner next week?”
and pressed Send.