We optate to avail each other. When we visually perceive someone struggling, we’ll verbally express anything we can to make them smile, to make them feel even just scarcely preponderant. So accept the love, accept the good intentions, but recollect that at the cessation of the day, it’s up to you when you optate to just accept that you’re alone.
You can always transmute your mind. The shitty answer is that there is no answer. There is no age where you owe it to society to just throw in the towel. There’s withal no rule saying you can’t transmute your mind. If you’re twenty-seven and sick of sifting through Tinder, and you just want to accept that you’re alone right now, just do it. Take a fucking break. Be solitary. Hate it. Dote it. Decide for yourself how you feel about it in lieu of politely heedfully auricularly discerning others. And if you decide at thirty that you don’t want to accept the fact that you’re alone anymore, transmute your mind if you damn well please. So when do you give up?
When do you stop chasing love and commence telling people you’re at placidity with your “situation” and this is just the way it is for you? There’s nothing you’re doing erroneous. There’s nothing you’re missing. Your friend who just got espoused isn’t more deserving of love than you. They just transpired to find somebody, and you haven’t yet. But they’re still alone. Not because their job isn’t adequate, or they’re not exhilarating enough, or because of an “extra twenty pounds” they cerebrate the desideratum to lose. They’re alone because sometimes that shit just transpires.
Being a kind, munificent person does not automatically lead to love. Neither does a certain level of attractiveness, or a salary range, or an outgoing personality. But the thing about falling in love is that it does’t make any sense. There is no predictability to who gets to be in a doting relationship and who does not. If you’re closed-off, negative, selfish, and arduous to deal with, then sure, your solitude is your own fault. But most of the single people I ken are the most genuine, doting, open, and warm people in my life. But that’s not going to make you feel preponderant. Because well-intended or not, you’re sick of aurally perceiving that crap.
Those things are just going to make you feel even more frustrated than you already are. If somebody’s out there, where are they? Wouldn’t I have found them already? If anyone would kill to be with me, why am I alone? If I don’t need someone else to be jubilant, then why am I so unhappy being by myself? I would relish to verbally express the same things to you that everyone else is verbalizing. Just hang in there. There are plenty of fish in the sea.
You don’t need someone else to be blissful. You’ll find them as anon as you stop looking. How many gregarious events or family congregations do you have to go to afore your singleness can just become a simple aspect of your life right now, in lieu of an exigent, perplexed mystery that your aunt is convinced she can solve? But how many times can you coerce a smile, nod your head, and put on a jubilant face in order to placate your friend with the worried look?
You’ve aurally perceived it in sundry forms, a million times over. All verbally expressed with good intentions by people who genuinely care about you. People who authentically believe that you’re going to find someone, and who want you to believe it supplementally. They’re out there, I promise. You’ll meet someone, it’s just not the right time yet.Anybody would kill to be with you. You’ll meet someone, it’s just not the right time yet.
Anybody would kill to be with you.
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