Cognitive Dissonance and Ducks
Cognitive Dissonance might be the reason why Harold Camping still believes in the end of the World, and it might also be why I so failed to see M’s infidelity.
She didn’t try to hide it, just relied on my absolute trust in the goodness of her character. I knew something was wrong, but thanks to my brain and adaptive preference formation, I convinced myself that I was being unkindly suspicious.
This evening I went out and felt out of place and lost. I don’t want to be a single person. I did all of the single person things and bought the t-shirt in my twenties and I have no desire to go through the games all over again.
Life as a thirty-something single is daunting. In your twenties the rollercoaster is just an exhilerating ride. Post-thirty all you can imagine are the nuts and bolts coming apart and a vicious gruesome death befalling you at high speed.
You have stolen the happy memories of us, you have cheapened our entire relationship. You have made yourself someone who deserves to be unhappy and you have made me a fool, an idiot and a loser in the eyes of everyone, including myself.
Relationships are, of course, always hard. My friend told me of a friend of hers who had confided a problem with her boyfriend.
“What’s wrong?” She enquired, imagining something mundane. The response:
“He murdered a duck with a stick”
Maybe I shouldn’t worry about being single forever when men who murder ducks with sticks have girlfriends. At the moment, however, I still only want to be with M.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage
Posted on May 28, 2011, in Adultery, Dating and tagged adultery, breaking-up, cheating, Dating, Humor, Humour, Life, love, marriage, Personal, Random, relationships, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.