Love is in the air, but the sky is falling.

Over the last few years, with Feb. 14 in mind specifically, we can all appreciate that affection and romance are just plain weird. Chocolates, paper hearts, feelings – what’s the real worth of all these fuddy-duddy goo-goo-ga-ga aspects of
our lives?

And what are the real chances that beyond all the paper mache knick-knacks we use to make ourselves feel good, we have a shot at being with someone that deserves our time? Take me for instance (no seriously, someone take me).

I’m the classic example of why people give up on love, romance and other things that make the world nice. I swing between emotional unavailability and clinginess. I waver between intense jealousy and unprecedented apathy. I am hollow, selfish and terrible at communicating. I’ve cheated on lovers that cared truly about me, I’ve lied to people that deeply trusted me and I’ve made pains to let down my friends.

So really I should be out of this ridiculous game – I need to give up on the idea that I’m going to find someone to celebrate existing with. But, despite all that, I’m always beaten back into the current of romance – losing myself in lust and the feeling of lightness you get when you make a true human connection.

Love is overrated, but what isn’t these days? Maybe it’s time to give up cynicism and let my feelings take over.

Or maybe I’ll watch Netflix instead.