a wish

This made me tear up a little bit when I read it on Le Love. How I wish for someone to acknowledge me in such a way, to appreciate me for me. It seems like a simple request, yet feels nearly impossible, and for that I resent those that did not care about me, yet wasted my time anyway.

Today I met with my counsellor for a pep talk. I mentioned my growing dissatisfaction with the inconsistencies of the men I encounter and he informed me that 99% of them lack the ability to feel anything other than lust or anger, and I shouldn't expect much from any of them. This makes it more difficult to be hopeful that unmarried men are not complete assholes, especially in light of the last few that I've dealt with. Hopefulness is futile.

RT was right: finding a good man is nothing but blind luck. With the odds presented to me, it's no wonder they all seem like jackasses. I'm starting to get that, by and large, they likely are.