I’ve always had this bad, bad habit [some of which might have something to do with *this* fuck-up]. When something has gone wrong, or not as planned with someone I’m dating, male or female, if it’s not been my decision, I immediately assume there’s something wrong with me.
I will tell myself that they’re just busy. Or, I’m sure they enjoyed the sex, they just don’t like to talk about it. Or, they’re dating a new person, that’s sweet! Among other things. However, what I have often believed is that there’s simply something wrong with me.
- They’re not actually busy, they’re just saying so because it’s easier than letting me down.
- They didn’t really enjoy the sex, but they don’t know how to tell me.
- The other person isn’t *really* real, they just don’t want to see me.
Oh insecurities, how silly they can be. Can you believe, it’s only been very recently that I’ve had a few epiphanies about these ridiculous thoughts. That I’ve realized, through my own experiences, and conversations with the occasional other boy / girl involved, that it’s not me … it’s actually them! Perhaps they didn’t want to get too involved because they were worried they would get too close. Maybe they were worried that I wasn’t interested in them. Heaven forbid, I might of thought that they were terrible in bed!
Such a lesson in how important it is to remove one’s head from one’s ass and give other people credit for having insecurities as well, and being just as human as you. To realize that you might actually be pretty great and that whatever’s gone wrong, or the bad timing, might just have nothing to do with your fine self!






