Originally Posted by Gutts
No, you gave up.
We all give up, just on different things.
When people can't stand themselves they create a hole inside them, and try to fill it with someone else.
I gave up on love because I didn't find that someone (luckily), so I learned to appreciate myself, while most people give up on themselves instead.
It's called being your "best self" and you change for you so that you feel better about yourself and have the confidence and feel worthy of being in a healthy, loving relationship.
Good for them. I would rather be who I am though.
Being my "best self" wouldn't make a difference, I would have to make a major change in my personality, which is a life I wouldn't want to live.
If you just sit around bitching about how you weren't meant to love, all that means if you're too lazy and scared to get off your ass and do something about it.
In my case, I realized that I never had much interest in love. I thought I had a real interest, but that was just something I had subconsciously told myself because that's what teenagers are "supposed" to be interested in.
People want a relationship because they're scared of dying alone.
Btw, I'm not bitching, I'm sharing my opinion.
In my eyes, you are "bitching" about how you are not comfortable with yourself, and that you are too "lazy and scared" to do something about it.
Life is disappointing sometimes. Rejection is a part of life. You can either learn to not let it affect you
In my experience, love caused much more pain than pleasure.
I don't know about you, but I think that pain is undesirable.
Oh, let me guess, the pleasures of love is worth the pain. Well, not for me.
I have learned to find pleasure elsewhere.
To make an anology: You deliberately hit your hand with a hammer to eventually get a tiny piece of love-candy once in a while, while I go to the candystore and buy lots of other candy instead (the candy that doesn't require pain). One piece of candy for you, a million for me. One piece of candy for you, a million for me...
or you can do what you've done and seal yourself off and justify it with an endless number of reasons because you're too afraid.
Here is my "endless" number of reasons: I never truly had an interest.
You can learn to fully appreciate yourself and your hobbies, or you can do what you've done and seal yourself off from yourself and justify it with an endless number of reasons because you're too afraid
That's the dark truth. Instead of trying to gradually appreciate themselves, they give in to the illusion of love, not knowing that they are simultaneously digging the hole of misery even deeper.
I was falling for a long time, but I managed to climb up and fill the hole.
Too bad most people are digging, loving, falling and repeating. Well, whatever floats their boat.
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