Reasons for a blog, part 1

So here it is, folks, the long-awaited debut. One of the reasons for doing this blog is to spank some well-needed sense into a society that indulges in idiotic and arrogant behavior. Not to be negative, but we can't ignore the occaisional bump-in with the common street-idiot or even idiocy hiding out in the netherstructures of large scale social behavior. I have to admit, I'm a nice guy, really. But things just get out of hand sometimes and when it does you have to put your foot down. Or get your fingers moving.

Like when it comes to relationships. Or rather lack thereof.

You can be chronically sick or have chronic conditions with your back, but you can also be chronically single. You know when you meet someone for the first time and you can gaze into his/her eyes, comb your fingers through your beloved's hair and feel all warm inside because your feelings are mutual? You know the feeling. That hasn't happened to me in Stockholm. Being in a relationship is not a necessary function for living and everyone has their ups and downs. But not in seven years of living in this city have I succeeded in breaking chronic singleness. And why? Because people in this city (I know at least many women, I have no idea about swedish men) have a nasty habit of being cold, heartless and arrogant. And how do I know it's not because of me? Because I have no problems meeting women anywhere else.

Here's my explanation: for some reason people have this idea that you can be "choosy". You live in a big city and you think that there's a big sea of people out there, so you can allow yourself to be choosy if you ever find yourself fishing. If someone doesn't fullfill this criteria for an ideal partner then you can ignore that person and keep looking, without even stopping to consider there might be some real chemistry going on. Or this person will just ignore you altogether. These criteria usually involve some strange notion of what a "real" man or woman is, which more or less bars anyone not living up to these norms to life of chronic singleness. And being chronically single is a main cause for severe heart atrophy. Repeated and prolonged disappointment eats away at your heart until there's nothing left but a cold, hard, black clump. Yes, there are friends and you can by sheer willpower choose to not live in a social vacuum, but you can't force people's feelings.

I don't think I'm alone on this thought either.

This dark feeling doesn't come from the fact that I've never been in a relationship in Stockholm, but rather the fact that EVERY single time I've been interested in anyone I wind up being flatly ignored. I'm not creepy or mean, so I have no idea how I would deserve to be treated this way. Nobody does.

Life isn't fair and people are idiots, but nobody deserves to be chronically single.