posted on Nov, 3 2016 @ 12:43 PM
There are many things about human relationships which confound even the most astute thinker. From the way relationships form, to the goings on that
define them, their strengths and weaknesses, their benefits and disadvantages, we are constantly beset by utterly befuddling factors, which seem
arbitrary in some respects, and formulaic and tedious in others.
However, one trend I have noticed seems to contain far less logic and good sense, than any other.
I am a single man, and to state that I am very single is not an overstatement. Not only am I single, but those who meet me in person, and spend any
time with me at all (particularly meal times, I must confess) are not at all surprised to learn that I receive little to no female attention. That is
not to say that I have no female friends, since that would be inaccurate in the extreme. However, I do not receive the sort of attention from the
ladies, that has even the slightest hope of developing into anything other than friendship. I am used to that, though it is unfortunate.
However, looking at my life history, my relationship history, looking at my level of desirability to the opposite sex and all the other metrics that
pertain to how useful my input might be on the matter, one would reasonably assume that the last person one ought consult on affairs of the heart, is
me. Simply put, I have been ignored at best, and invisible at worst for the last four years now, in that particular regard, so I must either be doing
something entirely wrong, or simply be, as I suspect, obsolete in today's world, with regard to my level of desirability.
And yet, I am the one that friends come to for advice when their relationships are collapsing, the one they turn to when the behaviour of their
partner confounds them, the one they come to for support and input when they are having trouble telling a person how they feel about them, and indeed
when they are having trouble extricating themselves from relationships they no longer want to be a part of, but cannot stop dipping their toes, and
other things, back into for the sheer hell of it.
My life is so strange, so bizarre as a result, that even a woman in whom I have significant interest, despite our being two VERY different people in
a whole host of very prohibitive ways, feels comfortable telling me about the eccentric orbit she is making away from her ex boyfriend, and how often
that orbit finds her back in his bed, despite the ceasing of their relationship proper. She knows nothing of my feelings of course, because they are
utterly ridiculous, and I am the polar opposite of her type, which, in combination with several other factors, renders my intense enjoyment of her
company utterly irrelevant.
I have been friends with that particular lady for some time, so of course, I have no particular issue with hearing her issues, and commenting into
them from time to time, when I think it would help. But I have to admit, that it gets no easier to hear her pine for someone else, despite the fact
that I know cognitively that she and I will never be anything more to one another than what we are. But even were that not the case, why would anyone
ask me, a man so single that he has forgotten what it is like to be kissed, to comment? I have NO useful input to make! I am the LAST person on the
face of creation that ANYONE should be asking about relationships, or love, or even how to get a girl to notice one exists, because I obviously have
NO bloody idea whatsoever, and the evidence bares this out!
Look at the facts!:
No women in my social circle have any romantic intention toward me
I am not able to deal well with the modern thinking surrounding dating
I do not do dating
I do not do chat up lines, or have "game"
I have not even been touched in four years
I am INCREDIBLY lonely
I cannot even manage my own feelings about any of these things, leave alone figure out the complexities of others
What the hell, therefore, is the point in any person asking me what I think, about this relationship collapse, that weird sexual quirk, this drama,
that let down, this difficult approach to ask for a ladies time.... I honestly do not understand why I attract as many requests for advice as I do.
Its like asking the janitor whether he thinks the LHC needs to be run higher or lower in power to produce a certain bloody emission. It makes no
flipping sense, and it is beginning to feel like the punchline in some vast cosmic joke.