I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – the dating pool is polluted. And the worst part about that fact? In order to find the parts that aren’t affected by this pollution, you have to go swimming. No goggles, no swimming hat, no armbands, just straight in at the deep end. There’s plenty of fish in the sea for sure, but fuckboys target you like those quick moving little fish that nibble on your feet. Not literally, that’s down to personal preference of course, but in an emotional sense, they’re coming for you.
It’s scary, it’s daunting, it’s a risk to become all or nothing, but you have to jump. To find the good guys, you have to go on some bad dates. And some not so bad dates, just maybe not a date that was destined to be for you long-term. I think it’s very rare that your soulmate will just magically appear, because if that was the case, then where did all the heartbreak songs come from? Where were the girl power lyrics written from? If we took one step towards love and found it, would the majority of the world’s art be gone? I Think He’s Gone Weird definitely wouldn’t exist anyway, the foundations of this was heartache, confusion, endless wondering and a lot of pathetic, unnecessary sobbing.
At the time of course I didn’t believe it was pathetic or unnecessary, I was set for sabotage. I found a temporary foot nibbler (not literally, thank god,) rolled with the journey, and ended up being spat out of his life somewhere in between the terms ‘actual relationship’ and ‘buds who hang out every so often.’ He didn’t want a relationship with me, and I definitely did not want to be his bud. And funnily enough, after the collapse, it turns out I didn’t want a relationship with him and he didn’t want to be my bud. We both went separate ways and ended up nibbling elsewhere, as it was destined to be. And as is the same with all relationships that we live through, I now wonder, what did we even talk about together? The passing of time makes these memories a little bit blurry.
Life happens, we meet people. Some people become everything temporarily, some permanently, some people don’t make it past the two hours that we spend getting coffee together, and some become the reason that we cry ourselves to sleep for two weeks straight. Your journey will differ to your friends, the characters are unique to your own story, but each chapter should be embraced – for your own character development, and for all the stories you’ll keep with you, long after the coffee is cold and the bed has been made.
