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05/01/2006: "Ah, sweet rejection: my old friend!"
"Afraid nobody around here
understands my potato;
Guess i'm only a spudboy
looking for a real tomato."
-Devo
The New Rose has wilted. But, there's a catch: she doesn't even want to be friends. Talk about rejection--not only am I not worth taking a risk on romantically, but apparently I'm not even worth knowing!
I don't think she never really gave me a chance. She never took the opportunity to realize what I am, where I come from, and how different I am than all those others. If she did, she would have seen that I have a lot to offer. To someone else now, I guess.
I'm going drinking now.
Replies: 9 comments
on Tuesday, May 2nd, AerynSun said:
Perhaps you should be clearer about what really separates you from "all those others" in your life. Otherwise it will only be taken for the usual thing guys say to appear sensitive.
on Tuesday, May 2nd, faith said:
Excellent point, AerynSun. Although, it seems that bragging about one's positive qualities can also be a drawback in a similar way. I don't want to come off like Dominar Rygel the Sixteenth 
on Tuesday, May 2nd, AerynSun said:
As for me, I've always found myself drawn to men who are open about their weaknesses and can handle the fact that they do have them. It makes me wonder what kind of wonderful secrets they are hiding (according to my own screwed up logic, their strength must be so much bigger than their flaws).
Besides, Rygel is kinda cute in his own demented way. 
on Tuesday, May 2nd, faith said:
Oh, I'm open about my weaknesses; e.g., my inability to dress/decorate 'properly,' my Socratic style of conversation, correcting the grammar of others and whatnot . . . But what I have been looking for so far is someone who excells where I do not, and thus completes me in a way. The problem there is that it presents seeming compatibility problems (or so it has been presented to me in this way).
I guess perhaps I should be looking instead for someone who finds these particular faults endearing, which is hard in the anti-intellectual climate in which we find ourselves. Is there anyone out there whom might want to serve as muse for a quirky and awkward academic?
on Tuesday, May 2nd, muse said:
For the record, you never showed me you were different in any way. Get your head out of your ass or go back to dating girls (under 22), not women who expect a bit more out of a chap. Complete you? Maybe you need an etiquette coach then.
on Tuesday, May 2nd, faith said:
I could have sworn you said that it was not because of anything I did. I stand corrected.
on Wednesday, May 3rd, AerynSun said:
Just to negate the insensitive comment above I'll post a new one. 
Perhaps you shouldnīt be looking for a muse, because they are generally lofty and afraid of getting dirt on their angelic feet. Try looking for a companion instead?
But considering your latest post, you donīt seem to be needing advice in this matter for a while. Be proud of what you are accomplishing, not everybody have the strength and determination to become a PHD. Love is just a silly pastime. 
on Wednesday, May 3rd, Jason. said:
My sympathy. But draw inspiration from Lemmy: the chase is better than the catch.
For what it's worth, my ethicist and I split up and I got the zero contact plan too.
Apparently without sex, it's no fun to talk about literature and go to the symphony and theatre.
on Wednesday, May 3rd, faith said:
jason: Talking literature should never be without sex, if you're reading the right things.
An appeal to religion by envoking the name of Lemmy? Thou hast blashphemed, sir!
Aeryn: There is much wisdom in what you say. And it's a shame you're right, because nothing turns me on nearly as much as dirty angel feet
