Frog Hunting: Dating Funk
I don’t want to date anymore!
I just don’t.
I can’t really explain it. I just don’t want to do it. Dating is stupid.
I managed to go a week not getting on the app. I knew I needed to get on the app. But I just didn’t want to. The longer I procrastinated, the worse I felt for leaving about five conversations hanging. The longer I waited, the more I really, really did not want to get on the app. My enthusiasm lessened—rather than increased—with time. I thought about deleting the app, declaring my forever-spinsterhood, and just having done.
Every time I thought about getting on the app, I would cringe.
How, oh how, do I get my motivation back?
Most of the advice I got from friends when I expressed my downward spiral: “Don’t do something you don’t want to do.”
Give me a pep talk at least!
Come on, team. We’re in this together.
There it is, the breakdown I knew would come eventually. It makes the series because it’s part of the process. Though I’m crawling out of the funk—and a funk it truly is—I needed days, weeks, to remined myself why this was worth it.
Why is it worth it?
Tomorrow I’ll share some reasons.
Thanks for enduring my rant.