Iâll 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 theyâre probably good people just looking for connection just like me. âJust like me.â How disgusting. Just acknowledging that right there fills me up with this acid reflux bile that I canât shake. The dating app is inherently antisocial. I donât care that itâs the norm now, that doesnât 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 canât 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 theyâre 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 âmatchâ system, trying to offload the pain of rejection to this incredibly diffuse open market where you only get feedback if itâs positive. Itâs all so cowardly. Christ, theyre selling us an analgesic for our cowardice. And I donât know, I think if youâre 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. Donât care, the set-up bothers me on a spiritual level.
So anyway, I just got back on the apps this week. I really think itâs gonna go down different this time.
