I deleted my Tinder account and the rest of the dating apps
on my phone yesterday night. I am an old soul and a hopeless romantic living in
a world that expects me to be everything I’m not – some days it feels like a
curse. Sometimes I’m forced to be a loner because no one really understands me
and the more I hang out with people the more I ask myself if I came from Mars? It feels like I just can’t fall
in love, I do not want to waste time texting someone who does not understand
the meaning behind my text, who doesn’t read and understands the bio on the intro column.
People don’t want the kind of love I am giving, people no
longer understand the message I’m looking for, people these day only chose to
live by the surface. People no longer understand the meaning behind an
old-fashioned romance, they are looking for instant connection, hook-ups,
casual dates, and it just felt like the more I stand at the crossroad trying to
meet someone, the more I want to withdraw after standing in the middle of the
crowded street. The more I don’t want to have any human interaction.
It feels like I’m alive but I’m not actually living because I wake up every day and I don’t know if I’m
happy, if I existed in the right
generation. Communication is shallow, the words are meaningless and the
bond is weak; people talk but no longer connect. I long for conversations that
never end, for words that are real and heartfelt, for a connection between
souls.
I kept trying to find meaning in an empty world. I kept
fighting for something that isn’t going to come true. I held on to an empty
hope and dream that I would somehow find the home I had been looking for. I kept trying to find where I belong.