We want so much but we give and take so little...there's no better way to explain it. In the wise words of Meredith Grey, "Pick me, choose me, love me.." Although we cringe at this part due to her rather blunt desperateness, the girl has a point. We all want to be wanted, however, we want to be wanted at a great distance.

You see, here's the thing. Our generation cares so much about having someone, but when we have them, we keep them further than arm's length. Open up, but not too much. Listen, but don't believe them, silly, you might get attached. Care, but honey, never let it show. Text them, don't let them read your facial expressions. Excuse me, but what the hell? Why is our generation so afraid of intimate connections? Why are we programmed to think about the fall and brushing aside the idea that we just might be caught. What happens when you realize the person that you've been texting and Snapchatting for months on end knows nothing about you besides what emojis you never fail to use? We love the idea of a relationship, yet we only joke about actually being in one.

You recognize this, so you change it. All of a sudden, you set your phone down and get dressed for a date. You talk about your past and your goals. You worry and care about the person in front of you. You both don't talk to anyone else and you admit you have feelings for each other. You're giddy and simply happy. Then the moment you thought that you would avoid makes its appearance...."Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Your world stops. Your thoughts stop. Suddenly, you convince yourself you don't have feelings. You got too damn close and now you risk the fall, so what do you do? You shut it down. You walk away and you tell yourself that everything happens for a reason. You make excuses for why it wouldn't work, you pick out the things you don't like, and you tell yourself that you'll meet someone else. Suddenly all the quotes you read on Tumblr the night before flash in your head..."If it's meant to be, it will be," "There are better things ahead," "Better things will come when you're not looking." This concept of fate can only go so far. We love the idea of greatness, but we can't accept that it could happen to us. You remind yourself that your mom always said, "If it seems too good to be true, it is," so you leave and you tell your friends how you want to be single because it's easier to be alone than it is to work for something that might end up not working at all.

We live in a cycle of disappointment because we choose to. We would rather say "boys suck," than risk learning a lesson from one we gave parts of ourselves to. We are programmed to reach, but we are warned not to grab. We are being forced to not grow, to not learn. They want us to mature, but yet they warn us about the experiences that might just let us do so. Stop pushing me to believe that everywhere I look is full of pain. They wonder why we live in discouragement but yet all we are given are warnings. We are set up for failure to the point where we choose to stand still. No, we can't fail but we damn well can't succeed either.