addicted to dating, addicted to everything, addicted to tags, addicted to the stock market, Ana is a trendsetter, Bumble, disappearing acts, match, OKCupid, Our Time, playing the stocks, POF, Single life is good, Where is Rob?, Zoosk
“What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you’re searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don’t find the time for finding?” ― Hermann Hesse
My dating life at the moment is non-existent. I am planning on joining another online dating site, but cannot decide which one. I have been on Match, e-Harmony and Plenty of Fish before. They were all okay. I have met jerks, but also met some great men. But, for some reason or another, I remain single and still searching.
My sister has never been on a dating site before and I want her to try. I am suggesting to her Bumble and Our Time. I think it would be too weird for us both to be on the same site. We do look very similar on some pictures. I need to think of other sites.
Any suggestions on what dating site I should join next? I am thinking either OKCupid or Zoosk.
“If I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it – keep going, keep going come what may.” ― Vincent van Gogh
It is not like it has been ages since I have been on a dating site either. My membership on Match expired at the beginning of December.
The last date I had was in December. I mentioned it in a post how he was such a nice person, that even though I didn’t think there were sparks I thought it was worth a second date. We also talked about being friends and he was happy with that. Then he just disappeared.
Nothing. Not a word. He even ignored my happy holidays wishes. I am not crying over his disappearance. I learned a long time ago that in these situations, the sooner one accepts it and moves on the better. I am human, so I am curious. Why someone chooses to just disappear?
“Potential,” I said, “doesn’t mean a thing. You’ve got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.” ― Charles Bukowski
I find disappearing acts childish and immature. One minute the guy is all over you professing his love, the next he is gone. Not a word. Strange, weird, but all too common lately.
When people disappear for no reason, with no explanation, I always thank my guardian angels. I credit them for removing from my life something that would not be good for me in the long run. I wholeheartedly believe in that. He is still a nice guy, but for somebody else.
I firmly believe that everything that happens in my life is for the best. Sometimes, it may not seem that way at the moment, but ultimately, I am better off. So, I embrace it all as a gift from above. Disappearing acts included.
And for the disappearing guy I have a poem:
I have more people to meet, stocks to buy,
so thank you for not wasting my time with a good bye.
“Passion creates, addiction consumes.” ― Gabor Maté
And speaking of stocks to buy, I am staging my own intervention. I have been very busy at work, but whatever little extra time I have I find myself doing something stock related. It seems that, momentarily, I have traded men for stocks.
Dating sites were a distraction from the busyness of work and the craziness of life. Now tracking stocks is my distraction of choice.
It has been just 2 months since I have started playing the stock market and I already feel the need to reign in my buying compulsion. I have all kinds of stocks, from big well-known ones to obscure niche ones. From weed growers to bitcoin mining. I am going crazy.
“This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know-by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there’s still time.” ― Stephen King
It is a lot like gambling and also like treasure hunting. Can I find the next stock that is going to blow up and make me an overnight millionaire?
Of course not. I know better. Still, I play.
My addictive personality is addicted to lure of making it big. In the same way I am addicted to the potential of meeting The One in dating sites. I am addicted to the potential in things.
Because I am addicted to the potential, I look for the good in everything. I give people and things extra chances. I overdo it. I overstay. I keep the door open.
I want to find the needle in the haystack, the diamond among the sea of cubic zirconia.
Hi, my name is Ana and I am an addict!
“Anything that inspires addiction or obsession – substances, entertainment, beauty, secrecy – is dangerous in that it can lead to isolation, self-absorption, and disconnection, to paralyzed stasis: an immobility that gathers like a force.” ― Greg Carlisle