Iāll be candid here. I hate the dating app. I hate myself when I use the dating app. I hate the cutesy little prompts, I hate MARKETING myself. I hate the people on the dating apps, and I hate myself even more for hating these people, because theyāre probably good people just looking for connection just like me. āJust like me.ā How disgusting. Just acknowledging that right there fills me up with this acid reflux bile that I canāt shake. The dating app is inherently antisocial. I donāt care that itās the norm now, that doesnāt magically make it prosocial. You know what else is a norm right now? Mass insemination of cattle via automated semen guns shooting frozen seed into these poor cows that have never seen the light of day, that canāt begin to fathom the complex constructed around shooting frozen seed into their cow uteruses so they can give birth to calves that they will never nurse. Taking those calves & chaining them to the ground from the moment theyāre born so their meat is tender when they are turned into veal.
20 years ago the idea of meeting people on the internet was rightfully scorned as the pursuit of perverts & malcontents. The āmatchā system, trying to offload the pain of rejection to this incredibly diffuse open market where you only get feedback if itās positive. Itās all so cowardly. Christ, theyre selling us an analgesic for our cowardice. And I donāt know, I think if youāre going to pursue someone, really go after them, you have to abandon your pride, your shame, and the things that turn you yellow. Yeah yeah you start talking and dating and then eventually you have to do the actually important and courageous thing and open yourself up to someone else or whatever. Donāt care, the set-up bothers me on a spiritual level.
So anyway, I just got back on the apps this week. I really think itās gonna go down different this time.
