Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Excuse Me Dating.... But Has Anyone Told You Lately How Bad You Suck?!?

Sometimes I feel like that little boy who wants to play baseball with his friends so bad, and yet he sucks so much at the game that he ends up always storming off in protest, stomping his feet and yelling as he leaves, "I hate baseball anyways! Baseball is a stupid game and it sucks!"

That's exactly how I feel about "dating." 25 years as an eligible "dater" will do that to you. Maybe even 5 years as an eligible dater will do that to some of us. I bet even the Dalai Lama has no compassion for dating. Dating really does suck!




For the most part, though, people don't. People are cool. Except when they are not. I generally love the process of getting to know someone. It is forever interesting discovering someone else's story and journey in life (provided that that "someone" is not spending the first hour going on and on about themselves.... that's usually me, though, so I am safe in that regard).

Perhaps it is this whole charade that starts out when we become interested in the process of "natural selection" courtesy of our biology. Stuff starts happening to us and we find ourselves oddly obsessed with activities that a year or two earlier never crossed our mind. I didn't feel like this when I was 12. It is all so new and fresh, and, as such, it tends to capture our fancy. Oh, the possibilities that exist.

When we don't have it, oh how we want it. When we have it, oh how we can't be rid of it fast enough! Be wary of growing up too soon kiddos!
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Fast-forward 20 or 25 years and the best some of us can muster is a roll of the eyes at the prospect of "dating." The sentence "You want to go steady," just doesn't have the same ring to it that it did in the 70's and 80's while we grew up watching Brady Bunch re-runs, does it? The allure has vanished in the Bermuda Triangle of human psychology. That and one too many romantic hangovers. Could of been the Jagermeister, too. Just a little.

At best, later in life, dating becomes full of irony. Little wonder that so-called "romantic comedies" are some of the most appealing and popular fare that Hollywood offers up on a monthly basis. Romance/dating is comedic, satirical. It may even be a farce! Tragically, with we ourselves being the cruel butt of the jokes. Hello, my name is Owen Wilson.

No one is going to cry for us, though, are they? We know that deep down inside so we get tough and act like we don't care. Just like Timmy who takes his baseball bat and glove home, kicking stones down the street as he walks, muttering to himself, "I don't care. Who likes baseball anyways. It is such a stupid game. Only dumb people play baseball."

Yup, Timmy. It is. It is the dumbest game around fit for only dumb people. A game where even the worst player cannot help but dream of someday hitting a walk-off homerun.

Stupid game anyways! 

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1 Comments:

At 10:00 PM , Blogger Calleaghn said...

Maybe..... time to try some basketball? Better yet, roller derby. I love skating almost as much as dancing. Almost. :)

I'm sorry you've been having a tough time of it. Then again, maybe this post is months old and you're happily married by now.

or happily single, getting laid on a regular a basis. I got the first part down, just not the second. *sigh* My standards- oh, talk about cock blockin! fuckerfuckfucking standards anyway....

So, maybe I'll stick with solo sports. lol

I adore you, you know. So many smiles of mine with your name on 'em. Really Peckinpaugh. <3

 

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