Don't deny the drama.

The older I get the more I realise that with regards to relationships, we never become any wiser.  Perhaps at age 20, I'm a little bit young to be making this condemnation.  But I really am convinced, as John Legend so greatly put it, 'everybody knows, but nobody really knows.'  In short, no one has a clue.  As much as we think we can spot the woods through the sleaze, no one is ever completely predictable.  Consequently, life just seems to become a series of patterns, moving from one confusing situation to the next, asking the same questions and mostly becoming even more bemused than before.  Does he really like me, or is he just playing games? What did he mean when he said that? Why hasn't he called? I'm sure, like me, you've heard these questions a million times before.

But it wasn't until a recent encounter at the library, I realised something quite significant.  So by encounter, I actually meant listening to the rather loud conversation on the next desk away from me.  This was after six hours with Chaucer, so please don't blame me for searching for a little light-hearted conversation.  Anyway, I proceeded to listen to a rather flustered girl pouring her heart out to a sympathetic friend.  'He says one thing, does another, I don't know where I stand.  I didn't even go out on New Years Eve.'  That part confused me.  As if somehow staying in for new year would magically make him explain himself.  Well I must admit, having been in similar situations I partially understood where she was coming from.  Sometimes, it seems I would have more luck understanding my dog than a member of the male species.  But as she continued to tell her friend that she hadn't been out in ten days and the situation was driving her crazy, it began to occur to me that we may just enjoy the supposed 'havok' that boy/girl dynamics seem to create.  Yes, I say 'we' as I am including myself in these excitable frenzied situations.  The not-knowing. The drama. The chase (even if it just results in a wild goose chase).  We love it (secretly).  Without it, it would almost be like opening a novel on the last page.  Somehow you just don't get the same satisfaction as you would reading every word, and assessing every minute detail. 

For any males that are reading this, I am not suggesting that you make a concerted effort to further confuse us, because believe me, we have more than enough to talk about already.  I am just saying that perhaps we should accept the facts.  No, I have no idea what he means. Yes, it is completely confusing.  And finally, rather than getting wound up like a spring, bask in the unknown.  Realise that you might just love it (a little bit).  And, as for the males, they will probably meet you on the last page, or not.  But whatever happens, at least you will have saved yourself the brainache.