Comparing my heart-broken stuff to MRA/PUA self-improvement stuff, what stands out is that the idealistic vision of a soulmate has guided my decisions. Yet despite the failure and hurt, I haven't changed my mind. The problem is everything else follows from the premise and it seems the premise is wrong. So I have nothing. I want it, yet I get older, and hope dims with the setting sun. From Thoreau's Walden: "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation."
Eric
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