They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. If that doesn’t sum up dating, I don’t know what does.
Hear me out. You go out with someone. You like them. You think they like you. You open up. They open up. Then they pull back. You get confused. You get mad. They get defensive. Things end. Then you repeat this cycle again, and again, and again. Every time telling yourself “this is different” or “they’re different.” You do exactly the same thing every time and yet you hang on to hope that one day it will actually be different. And yet what leads us to that conclusion? What makes us think things will actually be different when they always start and end the same way?
Dating is Machiavellian. The end justifies the means. We don’t care how we get to love, we’ll do anything to get there. Our brain knows and is like, ‘honey, haven’t we been here before?’ But the heart is like, ‘oh not like this. This is different. This is real. This is lasting.’ The heart is an asshole. That bitch will say anything to get what she wants. She’s Machiavelli.
Funny enough men are always using the “she was crazy” as an excuse for what went wrong in a relationship. This is simply because they don’t want to share any responsibility and it’s easier to blame someone else than look inside and own up to what happened. So I’ve decided to steal this line. If you ask me what went wrong with any of my last relationships, I’ll just say he was crazy. Because why should I learn and grow and take responsibility when no one else does? Ok, not really, but it sounds good in theory.
Every relationship is a failure. And that’s ok. Because from failure comes success. If you don’t fail that means you’ve never tried. I’m a fucking champion tryer. Believe me. I should get a medal for participation. Except I don’t believe in those. You only deserve a medal when you win. And because I’m crazy, I hope to finally win at this thing called love one day. Or fail trying…