From childhood to adulthood there’s a pocket of people that will never luck out no matter what they do, no matter what “self improvement”, confidence, gym, insert all regurgitated advice thing they do.
Many people don’t wanna admit this because it’s easier to believe we live in a just world where good things whether financially, romantically, etc are always “earned” through hard work and effort and lacking in those areas means you’re either lazy or aren’t trying, or you just have a bad personality. Truth is a lot of this shit is more random than many would like to think.
Not to completely take away from the idea of putting the work in to get where you wanna go, I do believe there are things one can do on their part to improve and get closer to their goal, but I’m also a realist and realize there’s people out there that do make a genuine effort and still fail. Yet we often tell these same people they don’t do enough, let’s disregard the people that literally only have to exist and be present in a certain place and have people come to THEM.
There’s a pocket of people that will fail from birth til death and watch everyone around them get in and out of relationships, hear their peers reflect on past memories and moments with past significant others like they’re watching a fictional show, because they sure as fuck can’t relate.
Obviously dating isn’t everything, but we’re hardwired as humans to desire such experiences, it is ofc how we reproduce. Yet we tell people not to care, though I often wonder how many of said people would “not care” in the same predicament.
Anyways it’s midnight, just pondering shit.