Pining over girls and the most wasteful things one can do with their time...

Something I realized tonight about relationships and the mating ritual of mankind in general how much time humanity seems to waste over the opposite sex and the struggles to "get with" someone. Like for all our advancements in any regard we still resort to endless thought and effort and time in trying to get somone in our lives, often consuming ourselves with the effort, which imho has allways thought that it is mostly a waste of time. Now don't get me wrong, having somone you care about as a partner in the struggle of life is a good thing, and regardless of what anyone says, it is the biggest thing in life we strive for. It just seems to me (annoying enough at times) that people spend far too much time attempting to obtain what they cannot get, and lamanting over what they had or could of had and everything else about it, like how hard should this subject be? Why can't it just be straightforward and simple; "I like you and do you like me" Either its yes and you score or its "no" and you move on. End of story done deal. Why the hell does it have to be so fucked up and next to impossable for the average person (let alone somone with a stack of psychology degrees) to understand why we as a species have to make life so complicated for ourselves? (we do though in many messed up ways not just in this regard..we allways dig our own holes) Anyone who has even attempted to form a relationship with somone will at least begin to grasp the complexity and the bullshittedness of the whole subject (and its vastness of possibilities and variables that if were attempted to be computed would take half the universe of time and space to bring to pass and contain...and still not be complete) and has probably spent an anordinate amout of time like everyone else that has ever lived trying to make sense of it. I am beginning to wonder if my personal indifference towards any kind of serious relationship in the attempt to bypass this paradox of life has damaged me somehow and left me worse off then if I had ran the guantlet of love and feelings and emotions and everything else that goes with them. Shakespere once stated that to have loved and lost is better than to have never loved at all, I used to disagree with that (and still do to some extent) however I am starting to wonder if I have condemmed myself to a lifetime of solitute because of my errant wisdom. The time and grief I have saved has served me well but I think I failed to concider the cost. I have lots of friends and am very seldom by myself, but I think I will allways be alone. Seems that is what my fate has sentanced me to. All grapes and bloody if you ask me.
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