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Of course, as an ENFP, I love being out there, walking through the garden of life, gathering exciting, new and meaningful experiences in my basket. However, dating isn't really my thing. I see it as a box I'm expected to fit in, while I'd much rather just let things be from the moment I meet someone. In my mind, it's supposed to be a flow that noone is having or attempting to have control over, e.g. I'm out in a remote area of Southern Europe with my backpack, having the sun in my back, watching sunrises and sunsets, meeting fascinating people on my way and there he is, that special one with his backpack, smiling at me as if we've seen each other before, we start to talk and I'm so into that flow, I'm no longer registering anything in my environment, we could have reached the end of the continent for what I know, but who cares anyway where the road leads us as long as we can keep being in each other's presence. And sure, after that initial out-of-this-world romance it might work out in real life, too, or it might not, but that moment it all starts is completely random and contains all the possibilities life can offer. That's how I'd rather have it.
I know dating isn't my thing and yet I went on and did it anyway for about a month. The box came with a manual containing the rules - people's expectations about what the outcome should be, how much of myself I should reveal and when, what happens in which stage (you can't skip stages or you'd freak people out), etc. It sucked. So tonight I'm in my rare state of wanting to bail on the world in a last attempt to rebel against everything that's superficial and everything that's defined not by my own personal choice.
I'm thinking, because of my ideals, my imagination, my depth and my intensity, I'll probably not be understood and loved in the way I want to, ever. And that makes me really sad.
I did have movie-like romances, just nothing ever stuck/grew to become that big thing I was dreaming of.
What I'm saying is... There were and will always be men in my life who will want to love me. I might love them back. I just fear love in real life will never be as amazing as I imagine it in my mind.
Have you felt like that? How did you make it work with your ideals and real life?
P.S. When I wrote "bail on the world" I meant withdraw from dating and relationships with men, don't call 911! I love life way too much to be going anywhere! :laughing:
I know dating isn't my thing and yet I went on and did it anyway for about a month. The box came with a manual containing the rules - people's expectations about what the outcome should be, how much of myself I should reveal and when, what happens in which stage (you can't skip stages or you'd freak people out), etc. It sucked. So tonight I'm in my rare state of wanting to bail on the world in a last attempt to rebel against everything that's superficial and everything that's defined not by my own personal choice.
I'm thinking, because of my ideals, my imagination, my depth and my intensity, I'll probably not be understood and loved in the way I want to, ever. And that makes me really sad.
I did have movie-like romances, just nothing ever stuck/grew to become that big thing I was dreaming of.
What I'm saying is... There were and will always be men in my life who will want to love me. I might love them back. I just fear love in real life will never be as amazing as I imagine it in my mind.
Have you felt like that? How did you make it work with your ideals and real life?
P.S. When I wrote "bail on the world" I meant withdraw from dating and relationships with men, don't call 911! I love life way too much to be going anywhere! :laughing: