Recently hearing Halsey's song "Bad At Love" led me to the question: am I bad at love? Or is simply my idea of love changing? I used to think that love was this notion of making things work regardless because love is supposed to be together forever. It seems that suddenly we find our person and things click, maybe no one is bad at love maybe they just are not ready for it. Surely these failed relationships are not all these people being "bad at love" possibly some of them have outstanding circumstances or were simply incompatible. I would like to think I am not bad at love, and the same mistakes I make are not mistakes at all but choices that will lead to me to being ready for my person and love. This is one of those topics that plague every generation, along with the meaning of life and death, the idea of love what it feels like, why sometimes it doesn't work out, and how love is hard. Songs, books, and movies have been successful for centuries on the notion of the quest for love.
One of the lyrics is "I'm bad at love, but you can't blame me for trying." I agree with her, perhaps all of these relationships leading up to her finding her person are just practice for the real deal. Or just someone to pass the time with until moving together or apart. But I think that her past romantic partners would definitely blame her for trying, leaving them broken or hurt. No one wants to be the practice option everyone wants to be the final play. Maybe we are all bad at love until we find who we are supposed to be with, but what if they aren't supposed to be with us. And suddenly we're left blaming them for trying. That's what scares me is that you can find your person, but you aren't theres.
The little things that someone used to love you more for like the way you dodge the touching food on your plate, refuse to watch anything with Jim Carrey in it, or the anxiety you get over tests. Turns into you being ungrateful for the food prepared, difficult with movie decisions, and unable to handle your emotions. We change constantly, it's been said that the only constant is change. So what if love is never a constant thing and the little things become big things and vice versa. Then aren't we all bad at love? But you can't blame me for trying, right?
