07.26.08
simple economics
If the marginal cost exceeds the marginal benefit stop and ask yourself: is it worth it?
Recently (recently as in, three hours ago) I have decided that no, it is not worth it. What is “it”, you may be asking? Ah, yes. A man. We shall call him X (how original, I know). He motiviated me to get fit, upon which I embarkd on a new fitness routine. Working out for 30 minutes twice a day and eating less (sounds easy, right? It’s not. But the results keep you going!) needless to day, it is not so simple when you’re flying across the globe and changing time zones more often than you change your panties. –wait– does that make sense? ANYWAY. I’m really into him and he, apparently, is really into me. Now I know, I know what I said about romance and it stil does make me nauseus. Even more so now that I really like X. But there are problems. Most of them probably stem from me and my need for instant gratificiation, wanting something and wanting it now. Not later, not tomorrow, not next week or when you get your next check, but immediately, g-ddamnit!
So, he’s my AOBoyfriend. Goodlooking, smart, funny, whatever. The norm, right? All of the qualities I find attractive. Obviously it’s long distance. When we first met we talked on the phone for 10 hours. Straight. I kid you not. We have been talking daily for two+ hours a day for a month now. He makes me happy, but less so now. Perhaps, though, it’s by no fault of my own? Ugh. I don’t even know how to elucidate any more clearly because it 3:03 am here in Ireland and I have to be downstairs at 7:50 am and I cannot go back to sleep. Let me try this again.
This is what I want:
1. You care about me? You like me? Show me. (send me an email, flowers, something ANYTHING)
2. Notice the little things that I do to make you feel special.(i.e. sending you cute ecards unprompted, saying how special you are, gushing over your small accomplishments, etc)
3. Be consistent. Consistent with what you say, what you do. (if you call me at 8pm and talk til midnight, keep doing it.)
4. Communicate. Man-up and work it out. (Don’t walk away when I’m sad or hurting or angry)
In my opinion, this is very little ask for. Yet, I feel as though I’m not receiving it in return. He never asks me questions, whenever I mention Brown he tells me what a shitty school it is and that it doesn’t offer many classes– wtf? Nothing I do is ever wonderful or great, he glosses over my small accomplishments but can rant on for hours about his day. When he asks about mine, my sentences are cut off. When I try to confront him about it, I’m left feeling like the idiot. Keep in mind this is all very much how I feel. To the objective viewer/reader/listener it may appear wholly different.
So today, after he had not called for 24 hours, he called to say his bowflex arrived and he was sore from assembling it and he was sorry he didn’t call but he was spending time with his parents because his degernerate older brother is moving back in. Um. Ok. Couldn’t you have sent an email? A Myspace message? Left a voicemail? What gives? So following our 8 minute and 13 second phone call I was livid. My ire yeilded itself to an epiphany:
risk and return. Simple investment practices. If I invest in a company but see no return, why should I continue to invest? Quite literally: I’m the one paying for my phone bill. I’m the one sending him postcards from Europe, I’m the one who decided to get a personal trainer. Me. Where is my return?
Define: return.
-In this context, I am defining return as the emotional reward. Appreciation. Does he care that I went to an ivy league school? Does he appreciate that I am educated? That I do little things to make him feel special? If so, I cannot tell. He may say he loves me, he adores me, etc, but actions, as always, speak so much louder than words. I hear what X is saying but I cannot see it.
As an investor, you look for perks when investing in a company. What are my benefits? Privileges? I’m a shareholder and have voting rights.. Where are my voting rights with X? Why must I always be left feeling angry and unable to voice my concerns?
A gopher could discern that clearly, I am dissatisfied. I want more. I want more than 948483992 phone calls a day, I want more than “I adore you”. .. and I don’t know what to do. I’m angry that he even bothered to call. Now that I’m writing about it and revisitng that anger I’m even MORE annoyed. So, I’m trying to keep myself from writing him an angry email that I know I will regret but I’m feeling more inclined with each keystroke.
Damnit, I am so angry! All I want is to be LOVED! I’m screaming, LOVE ME! But the only thing I get in response is the echo of my own voice.
ARGH!!!!! I just want to rip my hair out!!!!!!!!!
07.06.08
Romance makes me nauseous
Bitter. Yes, I am, what can I say. I am bitter. I am still single and hating it. Loathing it, utterly. Romance has evaded me, love seems elusive and why? Sure, I could sit here and go on about how amazing I am, how I’m the perfect girlfriend, etc, but everyone must be their own judge. Me sitting here telling you all of the fabulous things about me is not going to accomplish much. At any rate, I was surfing random blogs today and stumbled upon one chronicling the life of this girl and her fiance. “OMG I WAS SO EXCITED!” was her response when she described his proposal. It would have been sweet had my stomach not turned out of disgust.
I equally despise romantic comedies. I find them utterly unrealistic, fanciful and annoying. Take Serendipity for example.. I mean.. really. REALLY. Come on, folks. Need I even go on? A sweater falling from the sky onto an ice skating rink? ???? Exactly. Of course there is some need for fantasy in entertainment because people, often (note: not everyone) use it (films, theatre, books, etc.) as forms of escapism. My girlfriends all LOVE romantic comedies and still i cannot wrap my head around the reason why.
- HOW is it uplifting to watch the girl get the guy of her dreams?
- HOW is it supposed to make me feel ANY better that she succeeded through all of these trials and tribulations, scaled the greatest mountain to find true love?
- WHAT is her story going to do for me? Absolutely nothing. Some of my single girlfriends argue that “Oh, well, don’t you get it? It’s so sweet to see her happy..” and then I ask “Well WHY are you crying?” and they start ranting about how beautiful it was, how lucky she was, why-cant-I-find-a-guy-like-that?
- HOW is this cathartic? It is depressing.
I know the definition of mimetic theory as well as the next lity. crit. freak but watching a sappy romantic comedy replete with uninspiring dialogue and the identical plot details is unfulfilling. In fact, it makes me feel even MORE empty– as if I were not already empty-feeling enough. In addition, this is the same reason why Internet romance is equally dissatisfying. Sure, you can meet some great people, maybe even the guy/girl of your dreams but *gasp* guess what!! They are not physically there thus it is unsatisfying. Perhaps I’m an anomoly in that respect, but I need someone to be near me to feel complete. What is the point of chatting and conversing on the phone while only being able to entertain the conditional tense of “IF this person were here we would..” “When I meet this person we may..”
See where I’m going with this? Not that I am not guilty of having an AOL boyfriend or five, and it was fun, but ultimately unrewarding. As a mater of fact, there is a new AOBoyfriend that I’m talking to who is fantastic! I think I could be in love with him; this, however, does not stop me from being dissatisfied seeing as how said boy is a) not here b) cannot cuddle with me and so forth. Instead, I’m stuck with the idiot 4th year medical student who keeps calling me in a vain attempt to get me in bed which I have already explicitly told him I will not be doing. Dense, much? Honestly, it’s not wonder I lose interest so quickly.
The whole romance thing is entirely nauseating.
Sure, I can fess up to the fact that I am bitter and cold and whatever other adjective and labels people would like to throw my way. Because in truth, you may be right! I, however, am also completely capable of admitting that once (if) I find this elusive “true love” I will be able to enjoy romantic comedies– sparingly, because then, at least, i will have a nice, large, muscular arm to cry on.