The following was written in my personal journal on September 30, 2008 at 2:53pm.
Quirkyalone
I am a "militant romantic."
A person who holds out for the ideals in love, even when society at large says they do not exist.
I've been called picky in the past. And it's true. I have high standards.
I have a solid sense of independence but I'm also very much obsessed with the notion of true love. It's a pretty strange place to be.
I live in the future, creating it in my mind as I float through the present. I can be extremely optimistic and I enjoy certain forms of melancholy.
Sometimes I am deeply single and other times I find myself revved with flirtatious energy.
I believe in marriage. I believe that sex and love should always go together. I believe in genuine happiness, whether it be alone or shared with a significant other. But I don't believe in settling.
All of this should offer me a well-balanced romantic experience, even while I'm single.
So why do I feel like I'm constantly sabotaging my love life?
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I'm still at the place I was when I wrote this. I still spend most of my day obsessing over my non-existent love life. I know why I'm single. I'm single because I'm entirely too picky. Because I lack the motivation and resources to go out and meet new people. Because I've got a boy who I don't want in a romantic way but can't let go of. And possibly because I don't put myself out there sexually and blablabla. My singleness is a result of my own shortcomings (except for maybe the sex thing). I've come to terms with that but I still don't know how to reverse this want. I don't know how to dismiss this one desire that uses up most of the time my brain functions during the day.
It's pretty pathetic.
But, then, I kinda like being pathetic. I like being me. I don't mind getting out more and being more welcome to some guys who deserve a chance. I don't mind working on it. In the meantime, I'll just keep doing what I do. All of this sabotage is simply shaping what is to be.