A vicious cycle.
It all started when you were three when your older sibling dangled a lollipop in front of your innocent face. Your mom said you weren't allowed to have any more candy, but the temptation of what if is more stubborn than you had hoped. She leaves the room and you sneak one, and suddenly it wasn't as good as you had expected. Chances are you weren't craving that blue raspberry lollipop to begin with; you were craving what you knew you couldn't have.
Now you're ten and that golden retriever puppy in the window couldn't be more adorable. Every day on the way home from school, you pass the store and notice its cute little paws press against the glass. Dad has never been a fan of pets, but you succeed in convincing your mom to make it your own. It's so new and exciting for the first month or two, but soon becomes just another thing you're used to. You wanted nothing more than that golden retriever puppy until it was yours, and now you can't stop thinking about that chocolate lab in the window that took its place.
Age 18 rolls around rather quickly, and the person you are crushing on seems to be playing hard to get. It's the chase that drives us crazy. We want and want and want that person because there's something confusingly intriguing about someone who doesn't pay much attention to you. Weird, right? How can someone's disinterest in you be one of the most attractive qualities known to man?
He or she is finally interested in you back, but it doesn't take long for you to become bored. You already have your eye on someone else, and you're ready to get them to notice you. But for what? Why do we spend so much time chasing after what we don't yet have if we are eventually going to get sick of it anyway? What's the point?
Some call it all a game. They say "don't hate the player, hate the game." I personally hate both. What a waste of time it is to desire someone who couldn't care less.
Well if he's ignoring you five out of the seven days of the week, then that's what you should do too, right? You have to play the same game he's playing...at least, that's what we are told to do. Talk and hang out with other people, all while still holding onto the slightest hope that he might get jealous and want you the same way you wanted him in the beginning.
Make sense? Sure!
There's no easy way to explain the chase other than for some reason we were made to want what we can't have until we have it. We crave the unattainable. We crave the mysterious. We crave the unknown. And for what?
