Look, the options are either to hear my deafening silence or hear my rant slash cry. And I figure maybe you have something to gain by understanding that it’s not always easy, life, and writing. And writing here.
I keep feeling like crap. I keep feeling really down on myself and honestly, like I shouldn’t be writing this blog. I know it’s BS but I keep thinking about all the mistakes I make in dating and I think of the guys I’ve left in my evil wake who are probably reading this blog, or thinking about me when it’s all over, saying to themselves, “Who does she think she is, writing a blog about dating?”
Why the heck do I do that to myself? I mean, I know myself. I know that I do my best, within my capabilities, to leave no victims. I actually think I do a pretty damn good job, considering the difficulty. That still doesn’t mean there are no victims. But that isn’t necessarily my fault. Yes, I might make mistakes but so often it’s just the situation. It’s the dating in and of itself that creates victims.
The dating world is harsh. You wish you didn’t have to put yourself into the big, wide unknown over and over and over again, but there isn’t really any other way. So you do what you have to do in order to reach your goal. The goal you know you may never reach.
I am not trying to ignore my responsibility. Believe me, I go crazy, trying to do the right thing, act the right way. But this world of dating means that you have to deal with all kinds of personalities and attitudes. They smash up against yours and you try your best to make it OK, to make it work, and then when it’s not going to work, you try to end it nicely. But you might be hurt or angry so within that emotional rollercoaster you’re lucky if you’re able to keep both of your psyches intact.
Times that by a hundred and you’ve got a very difficult situation.
In Raise your kids without raising your voice, Sarah Chana Radcliffe says that a negative experience has a way stronger effect on us than a positive one. So true. Say something nice, it feels nice. Say something mean, it feels terrible.
A date that doesn’t work out is a negative experience (who is it who said “it’s just a date”?). It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. No matter who said no, even if it was both of you, there is an ‘ouch’ factor in it. A sucky factor. It feels bad. And bad feelings feel very bad, especially repetitive ones.
Someone asked if my writing on HaBitza.com wasn’t becoming more depressing/depressed. Well, if this doesn’t prove him right… When he said that, I started fearing that I really am being too depressing. I want to help people, not depress them. But I can only write what’s in me. And today this is what’s in me. It probably won’t be the only time either.
Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City had it much easier than me. She was a ficticious character which means she was much neater than I am (neither I nor my life are neat). She only made mistakes when it fit in the storyline, was put together and really, for the most part, as far as I remember, quite perfect. (One of the things that annoys me most in Hollywood-style shows/movies is that when the characters have “flaws,” they only make them more loveable. Barf.) She probably never had writer’s block either. Yeah, whatever.
So, some disclaimers (probably more for myself than anyone else):
All I have to offer to the world is myself. Little ol’ me. If that ain’t good enough, that ain’t my problem! Take it up with my Creator. Meanwhile, I need to do what I need to do. And if I sometimes sound depressed? Well, don’t know if you noticed but this world of dating isn’t exactly a cup of tea!
Finally, I make mistakes in dating. Geez, shocker. Dating is so complex. Each time it’s different. Different issues will arise with different ways of dealing with them. I do my best considering my capabilities, talents, strengths and amount of energy. I’m sorry I can’t do more than that.
I’m sorry life is definitely not neat at all. I’m sorry I feel like Pig-Pen who leaves a cloud of dust behind himself everywhere he goes. I truly am sorry since the last thing I want is for anyone to be hurt. I also hate for anyone to think ill of me. But I need to forgive myself for being imperfect and forgive (or at least let go of) others who might not give me the benefit of the doubt.
Hi. My name is Deena and I’m human and I need to do what I know how to do. I hope I’ll make a difference in my life and maybe even in your life too.

From http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
P.S. Oh, Pig-Pen actually looks pretty content.

Pig-Pen is happy with who he is. :)