In music, I hear potential. I crave it, and it disinterests me. Why can’t it be more and less at the same time, more or less. I want the exotic and the provocative, until I have it, until I have the pattern of the complicated piece down, then I want more and different. Patterns are never quite as exotic as the pursuit of them. I want more complication, more simplicity, more harmonizing, less linear equations, and pursuit of that which is forever beyond reach. I crave that perfect song with every element of my being, until I find it. I want something new, complicated, simple, something that flows in a non-linear pattern that I have to figure out…until I do.
We love to love, and we want reciprocation for every feeling we have, and there’s something psychologically wrong with the person who can’t reciprocate. Why do they only want to date people that give them the cold shoulder and treat them like a dog? Why can’t they love nice guys who would do anything for them, we think, until they do, until we find that perfect person who gives us everything we ever wanted. We know it’s a mistake for them to do that, that’s boring, but that’s what we want from a prospective mate.
Reciprocation is boring. It’s simplistic. We want pursuit. We want a challenge. We find reciprocation boring, but that would be something a mean people would say, and we’re not mean people. We develop some kind of excuse to break up with them. We rehearse it, until we believe it, and we deliver it, so we can renew the hunt for that one person that was meant for us. We shouldn’t have to settle, no one should. What do we call someone who loves us completely? Lunatics? Are they smothering us? What it wrong with them? When do we reach a point where we realize there’s something psychologically wrong with us?
This reaction occurs throughout the animal kingdom though. It’s a natural reaction, an inclination in children and dogs to be attracted to the one person in the room that’s ambivalent to their existence. So, what does it say about that girl that dumped you in high school, because you were too nice to her? What does it say about her that she dates the guy that you both know won’t care about her, that bad boy that cares only about himself? What went wrong in your relationship? What’s wrong with that girl you thought you knew? How could she turn on you like that? How come she doesn’t see you the way the only girl you will date in school sees you? That girl would date you in a heartbeat if you said yes, but she has no boobs, her face is so plain the fellas wouldn’t give you any prestige for dating her, and she laughs like those nerds in movies.
They won’t tell us what we did wrong when they break up with us, and this is a source of great frustration for most of us, as we want to know exactly what we did wrong, so we can rectify it. Most people, of a given age, don’t dump on a whim. Most people have calculated reasons for dumping another person, even if they can’t express them properly, and even if they aren’t true. Most people have no idea why they dump one guy to date another, and the only person you can ask about the dumping is the only person who will date you in high school, but she’s harmless, boring, and she has no boobs.
The person who loves too much wants a return on investment. They love every aspect of the identity you’ve given them, and they want more of it, until they have all of it. Even if they don’t know what it is you’ve tapped into, and now they want some sort of commitment that you’ll see to fruition. They’re rarely happy in the present, or if they are, they’re sure that they’re going to be happier if they are secure in the fact that you’ve promised them a future that promises to complete them in a way they’ve lacked to this point in their lives.
They tell you who you are, and this is usually who you are to them. This is the person they fell in love with, and any deviation from this perceived person is a disappointment. This is manipulation of the passive aggressive variety that the subject fails to see, until they are free of it. The person who loves another in a rigid structure wants to love themselves, but insecurity prevents them achieving such a plane independently. They seek your guidance, as long as you follow their narrowly scripted path.
If it’s possible to give them everything they want, they’re disinterested with the accomplishment. How is that possible? It’s innate in children and pets. It’s learned behavior in adults. The path to perfection is littered with imperfect sighs, and imperfect leadership, until you’re left alone with the thought that all guys are jerks.