At some point everyone needs to come to terms with the fact that the world is fucked, and you can only salvage a few precious things.
The question is, what are those things?
One thing I think women don’t realize, is that men get WAY more than sexual satisfaction out of a relationship. We all stereotype men as being “all about sex” without realizing that sex is the primary way a man feels emotionally close to his partner.
Women get emotional fulfillment from their friends, etc. Men usually ONLY get that kind of close, emotional bond with an SO.
It’s the ONLY source of that we have. For many men, our SO is the only person we can show our weaknesses to, the only person we can let inside our guard, inside our armor.
That’s why we are so desperate at times for female companionship. Imagine if an important vitamin only came in one type of fruit, and couldn’t be made synthetically. You would do just about anything to get that one kind of fruit, because it’s your ONLY SOURCE.
It’s interesting, men like to tell ourselves that we are not emotional about sex, which seems to be true, since we seem to be far more willing to have it. But this overlooks a crucial factor.
We are more eager to have sex because our emotional reasons for wanting it are far STRONGER than for women, not weaker.
Of course, hormones factor in a bunch too, I’m just saying that I think, at least for a good portion of men, the emotional side of it (even if they don’t realize it), serves a larger role.
So, to answer your question. We try again, and again, and again, and again, and AGAIN; because the only alternative is accepting that you won’t get something you desperately need.
I forgot how nice it was to be “home” when I visited my parents house this past weekend. I’ve been having a pretty shitty past few months but I felt a lot better after talking to my mom about some of the stuff that’s been bothering me. It’s really nice to know that I have a place I can return to and feel safe. Hopefully this will keep me going for a while.
Recently I’ve been feeling like every time I try to communicate with someone I feel like I’m being misunderstood, or that I am misunderstanding them, but by then it’s too late and the conversation has gone to shit.
It was easier when it only happened in only a few parts of my life because I could blame the other person but now that I’m beginning to see it everywhere, I’m starting to become more convinced it’s not them, it’s me.
I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.