Freaky deaky dude
I couldn’t sleep last night, and when I can’t sleep my mind goes a-wandering.. And last night my overactive brain got caught in the reoccuring theme of the week – dating (eeewwww). And between you, me and the worldwideweb, just thinking about the dating thing totally stresses me out.
The whole scene is freaky deaky, my humble observation is that dating makes even the most laid back of us turn into quivering mounds of something resembling hormonal teenage jell-o.
Oh, I know what to do! I’ll just get all zen about it, and the whole problem will melt away into nothingness while I become one with the universe. How did that chant go? Mewannaviggomortensen mewannaviggomortensen mewannaviggomortensen, nah, that wasn’t it although it has a nice ring to it.
So how does a grown-up deal with the stupid insecurities of dating? Because like it or not, it is the way to get to know someone new. The answer my cyberfriends is
I have no clue.
Maybe we could create our own Facebook or Linkedin group for those of us who are inept at dating, we could call it #datinginept, yeah, that sounds like just the thing and we could have discussions all about how inept we are and how dating sucks… Oh, I know, we can create our own zen chants to go along with our new groups – this is really takin’ off!!
I can relate to the not sleeping and overactive brain problem- when coupled with romantic schisms leads to strange dreams when you finally do settle down… like, I’m back in my college co-op, and it turns out that I OWN the co-op, and everyone is on to me. And I can fly. And there’s wonderful kissing and more – except that my memory goes and I become a lost street person. This is EXACTLY why you should worry about Internet dating!