Love and Ben Franklin
Well, well, well. It appears there is a science behind my particular brand of relationship crazy.
I like people. I am a people pleaser. I am also goal-oriented. So, when I meet someone I’m interested in, platonically or romantically, I pull out all the stops to make this person mine. (Mwah ha ha!) In less crazy terms, I do the things people do to become a part of someone’s life. I spend a lot of time with him or her; am awesome about random acts of kindness and general thoughtfulness; and love to communicate. You’re probably thinking, “these are not terrible traits.” True…UNTIL THEY ARE TERRIBLE FOR ME.
Sorry for the shouting.
It’s weird, but not everyone wants to be my best friend or date me. (That’s probably one of the signs of the impending apocalypse. Gather up your canned goods.) But because I’m goal-oriented and, ahem, competitive, I want what I want. So I give my time, kindness, etc., and, sometimes (a lot of times), I get disappointed or my feelings hurt when they are not returned in the same way.