Conflict is a beautiful thaannggg

Conflict, it’s a beautiful thing. I used to disagree when I first heard that “humanity strives on struggle”, I never agreed with it, and then I learned different. Humanity strives on drama and needless frustrations because we are species with vast intellect (I don’t care how smart dolphins are, lets see if they can invent the internet or burritos) with no known purpose. We are a species with capabilities of great feats but with no exact course of life charted out for us, a species with highly inquisitive mind which must solve every question it faces…no matter how ridiculous the answers maybe. The human mind needs answers, so badly that it’ll create its own questions and dilemmas to solve them. Conflict really is a beautiful thing. In the age of emasculated intrinsic tendencies of human’s, as a species, we need conflict to entertain us…and no where is this more prevalent then in the little limbo of despair we call; relationships.


Anyone who has ever dated will tell you how confusing the other gender is. This in fact, is not true. Complexity arises from expectations and it is further raised by the shattering of those expectations when one realizes that, unlike they thought to be, not everyone agrees with them…even when their solution, idea, opinion, or belief seems to be far superior and perfectly logical. That’s what happened to me. Now, I thought, that dating should be a fairly simple process…that when women say they want a guy who is “nice, caring, sweet, humorous, intelligent, and sensitive” they meant it, funny how that turns out to be a total lie. So why wouldn’t women want such a dream guy? Well, I found out through terrible experiences that dream guys have one big problem, one main flaw in them; no conflict. A dream guy is perfect, understands you, cares about you, listens to you, nurtures you…this, ultimately scares women because to have someone completely understand you leaves you open, leaves you wide open, to try be better human being than you thought you were. If the most perfect guy listened to everything a woman had to say then there is a chance that woman will run out of things to say, that she’ll slowly start to realize her shortcomings as an intellectual being. Women do not want Mr. fantastic or Mr. right because rather than having a man figure them out, women would rather fight over the fact that a man doesn’t try to figure them out…that, the “pig” only cares about himself.


That “pig” gives the women the sweet gift of drama. So how many women did I have to go through to figure it out, to have one finally admit to this youthful indiscretion, woefully, too many women suffer from? My count is currently at 6-7.


I spent infinite time, patience, money, and attention towards this young lady, who I found to be an utter marvel. She was completely different that any woman I had ever met, even for her age. I did not get anywhere with her, even though, she supposedly respected me more than any other man in her life…so why wasn’t I her guy? “There was nothing wrong with me”…her words, I swear. I did not provide her a challenge… I wasn’t a “bad-boy” with a troubled past, nor was I a needy man who tried to hide his attention for need. I did not present conflict in the form which she oh-so-desired.


I see no need for conflict, or complexity in human relationships but despite my own preferences I seem to have it in every relationship I get into. Can’t help it, can’t avoid it. I am not good with conflict…I run from it and avoid it, even when I may have possibly started it. I am, now, a far better person than I was a few years back. As teenager I was a totally new to the concept of conflict…I basically avoided humanity as best as I could because every time I tried to get my feet wet in the pool of socialization I ended up drowning real fast. The suffocation of anxiety never settled well with me. But now, in college, far wiser (supposedly) I am not so tenacious against socialization, I, sometimes, revel in it but still…I only go so far before the past experiences of conflict pull me right back out. So that’s why I spent infinite patience with this young lady only to have my logical ways of dealing with people slapped back in my face.

I find humanity to be so bored of its unknown and carefree existence that not only did it invent religion and god to try to rid itself of it’s infinite ennu,i but it went one step further and focused on love and how many ways it could mess with it. Not all hope is lost though, and not all women turn to be such irreverent beings. In fact experience speaks resoundingly against such illogical behavior as women get older…as for men…well, we never change do we. Oscar Wilde once said that “two greatest tragedies in life; getting what you want and not getting it”….


Oscar Wilde was brilliant.