Things that only a diseased mind could conceive.
The continuous socialization of the “Soul Mate” myth and the all-consuming nature of romanticism on our culture has stripped our relationships of dignity.
The endless search for the perfect mate, the psychological dependency we foster upon someone whom we think is Mrs.Right, the ‘savior’ schemas we adopt, the hymns of love, the drunken rationalizations we make to delude ourselves; all symptoms of a grotesque romantic myth.
The mass feminization of western culture has come with many consequences, but none so great as this myth. From Disney movies to titanic and love poems, the “soul-mate” myth has been propagated in our society like science fiction terminology at a Star-Trek convention.
The myth presents itself via an obsessive compulsive desire to find the perfect mate. Disney movies have taught us that he / she is out there, our parents have taught us to settle for nothing less. Every relationship we come across, we either see too many flaws or too much perfection. For women It’s either “He’s perfect, I want to marry him!” And then as soon as problems arise, “I must have been wrong, time to Jump ship!”
Either Oneitis, or stung with disappointment. What happened to working, to compromising, to development? What happened to the comrade-ism that we see in Eastern culture? I’ve seen a myriad of arranged marriages through-out my life, oddly they all seem much happier than the romantic couples I’ve met.
This constant drive for “better,” this parasitic need for “perfection,” this sickness of the heart has bounced people back and forth from extremes. It’s either obsessive love for a partner who is perfect and one cannot let go of, or a happy-go-lucky trigger finger who throws a hard NEXT at any partner who needs to be disqualified. It’s either “call him 2,000 times because I can’t stop thinking about him” or a harsh feminist outlook of “get over it.”
The symptoms are the same for men. We will rationalize cheating girlfriends, drag through relationships with no attraction, beg for sex, and embrace denizens of hell for “The One.” Or we’ll stick our pride in as many blondes and brunettes we could find because no one’s worth the time. We’ll call a broken love a thousand times and force a restraining order upon ourselves, or we’ll go and start talking to another girl right after a break up as a self-defense mechanism for our egos.
Vanity has reached epidemic proportions.
The strategies differ, the Cancer is the same.
The shrieks of fancy will do nothing. The feminized matrix of society is Omni-present, it is ubiquitous, it is self-investing. A young man is conditioned all his life to believe that he must find the perfect girl and hold on to her dearly. So powerful is this myth that it has become akin to a religious testament. A young woman is conditioned all her life to believe that she must hold her head above the masses and leave any relationship with the slightest problem for fear of eternal failure. Yet how effective is this myth for the woman who wrongly believes she has found “Mr.Right” and drowns herself in an abusive relationship? This is the feminine meta-game, it is in-escapable.
Logic, rationalism, all this will simply bounce off of the infatuated skins of these people. There is no hope of a cure through sheer strength of mind. They will only dig deeper to justify themselves. Regardless of the action they choose, they will deem it “logical.” What then can we do?
like the traumatic experience of a the bitter nice guy who turns jerk in days, we must wait for the idealists to see their reflections. Perhaps not in their life-time, but future generations will be unplugged. Like all myths that have evolved to consume society, it will be debunked.