In a world full of contradiction, uncertainty, confusion, impediment, and malice towards others, one finds it exceedingly difficult to fully trust and open their heart and lives to others...
It is virtually impossible to decipher the good people from the bad anymore; to differentiate the individuals who tell you things that are seemingly sincere from those who are just playing the game. It is hard to determine if you believe their words because it was what you
wanted or
needed to hear or because it is based on actual, sincere, genuine personal feeling. When you are constantly offered disingenuous rhetoric or Casanova game you become desensitized to it and it becomes routine to assume every new guy is only out to play the fascinated role and affix himself to you until he becomes bored and moves on to his next victim.
Hearing the same dialog repeated but with different verbiage, tone or insinuation, yet with the same outcome, how does a person learn to have faith in someone new who speaks along the same general method of operation? How does a woman differentiate if this new man is of a higher caliber? Does one assume this new found admirer is the exception or the rule? Do they give said person a chance out of faith, or do they keep the wall around their heart in full protective mode out of habit?
Do they listen to personal instinct or advice from others? Does personal instinct become infected with tainted memories of past experience? Does advice from others come from a place of hurt and retaliation?
It is common to become clouded by one’s own thinking, confused by too much deliberation, or wandering in circles of pandemonium so much you can no longer remember where you started, what you wanted, or what your concerns stemmed from. Sometimes you cannot recall when exactly that magical line was crossed when you opened up to someone enough to allow them into your personal zen of thought. A woman asks herself if the line was actually crossed or if it was just enough gentleman-esque behavior that the protective shield was worn down.
The time has come when it is the proverbial needle-in-the-haystack to meet someone of interest, date, exchange phone calls, feelings, daily events, or simple good morning-good night calls, meet for coffee and not just for the first date, but throughout their courtship. When a woman feels secure enough to cook a man dinner or wash his cloths and he returns in kind by killing a spider or checking the cars fluid levels. This is done out of affection and genuine interest in developing the relationship further by both parties.
Women have become disenheartened by a continued cycle of regret that they no longer allow themselves to openly trust someone without those evil little nagging doubts in the back of their mind telling them to protect themselves from repeated hurt.
