Can You Survive the Slump?

I believe all relationships have a life cycle.
First, the initial reaction to each other, everyone is still showing their better angles. Can't wait to see each other, can't wait to touch each other, can't wait to fuck each other. Then you kiss, touch, fuck. Can't wait to do it again. Wait! You actually really like him, he really likes you! Wait! You remember minute details! He likes... Maroon 5? They're alright. If he likes them... they must be better than I thought. Let's give 'em another try. Next thing you know, you want him to know you. I mean, it's one thing to let someone in, it's another to let them get familiar. The highest of life, everytime they turn around... you kiss. You laugh at another inside joke. Its amazing, it's purrfect. It's walking on air.
Then comes the slump. The slump is the period in all relationships when guards and pretenses go down, it's when you get introduced to the 'real thing'. This is the defining point of most relationships... if you can make it through 'the slump'... you can make it. Point blank period. Thats when mood swings and stupid fights start to bear their heads. When people get tired of trying so hard to be what you want them to be... The Slump Begins. Many soldiers have fallen here.

Of course, after the slump - you pretty much KNOW who you're dealing with, and the relationship is whatever you make it... delicious - or, bland? (AHHHH the glory of acceptance)

He's Just Not That Into Me

This is how I fuck myself up. Why is it that I orchestrate everything to happen a certain way and then when it's finally happening... I fuck it up. How? OK... my crush is approaching. Heart is fluttering. Fluids are escaping from my body. I put on a game face so I don't seem too eager, then he asks me whats wrong. I don't want my dramatic game face to scare him off, I don't want him to think he annoys me... so I try to put on my happy face, which is waaaay too eager. I now seem schitzofrenic. Of which he has officially accused me of. Unbeknownst to him - I'm only like that around him, because I'm so damn busy trying to be the right temperature, trying to be cool. So busy being psychotic. *sigh*. Around everyone else, I'm a dream. A normal girl, who's funny and sweet. But I can't be myself around him because I'm not relaxed. I'm under too much pressure to just grab him by the shirt and kiss him savagely. Men I'm attracted to completely distract me, my thoughts are everywhere - I can barely construct a funny and intelligent sentence that can blow his socks off. I make dry jokes and stutter. THEN... I always check essentials when he has just walked away from me... breath, tits, lips gloss, hair, teeth, nose, body smell. When I'm waiting for him to come to my desk - I do nothing. When he has walked away, I fix myself. What kind of madness is this? If I never get him it's because I'm a complete psychotic Doofus. It's no suprize He's Just Not That Into Me. Well - it was nice to dream.

Timing is Everything

People are such sensitive little creatures. If I bumped into a Lion in the grasslands... I would 100% expect it to eat me 100% of times I see it. A person --- not so much. People are SO circumstantial that the dweeb you met this year could be Perfection next year. You just came at a bad time. Everything people stand for is tested everyday, so don't judge others on who they are today, but at the same time... don't be stupid. Stand for who you are and stay true to that. Believe me. Whatever you're looking for is looking for you.