There is no sense in wasting your own time or that of another person on something that has no long-lasting relationship future. My gut knows what I want...and by golly, I haven't seen it yet.
I won't say that I'm not going to give someone a fair chance but 9 times out of 10, the second I start to get that voice from deep in my soul saying "Meh.", I know there is little chance of moving forward.
Clearly, I'm still single. (wah-waaaah)
Thus after some gut-feeling reflection, I have concluded that my internal compass has a similar sense of selectivity (or rejection, as some may put it) as a gluten intolerant stomach (aka: Celiac Disease).
No matter how much you tell yourself that those cookies, lunch meats, cocktails, and pre-packaged snacks look, taste, and feel delicious...if you're allergic to wheat, your body will soon display unpretty symptoms that those food choices are not what it wants...
You can convince yourself that the taste of that cupcake might compensate for the stomach cramping that will inevitably follow, but ultimately...those feelings of discomfort and pain let you know...
It's just. not. right.
Soooo...
If my emotional gut is like a wheat-hating stomach...
Then my former dates are like mouth savoring pastries....
And that feeling of "Meh" is like fatigue, gassy, and diarrhea....
...theeeen....
Being single (but not divorced) is like a diet of body-loving bland food.
Well, I think I've just rationalized some serious optimism....I'm not progressing towards a divorce and the only form of Celiac Disease I have is figurative.
...will be eating cookies for breakfast while keeping my eye out for un-wheaty men.
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