Yup. This whole blog is my personal soapbox, but I hope you enjoy today's especially soapbox-y post about relationships and liking someone and butterflies and hanging out and dating and not really sure what's going on-ening. If you understood that, then chances are you are a single person in your twenties. Or a single person in general.
Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly happy right now. My life is pretty wonderful. It's filled with beautiful people who teach me a lot, love me a lot, and make my days a whole lot brighter and sparklier. It's filled with meaningful research that I really think will help some people change their minds and their lives to be less hurtful towards other people's minds and lives. It's filled with opportunities to engage with the world community in a way I never imagined possible at such a young age. It's filled with active engagement in religion and the beauty that results in my life from a closer relationship with my Heavenly Father and my Savior.
But that doesn't mean that I'm not still annoyed sometimes, particularly in the realm of dating (which makes up not that big a part of my life).
I'm an adult. I can handle it if you don't like me anymore, but it's incredibly immature and really off-putting if you don't even so much as text me back with a "I don't think this is really working out" or "I think maybe we should hang out less" or even the "I'm busy" a couple times so I get the point.
Just say something. Anything. Don't use texting as a cop-out for necessary communication.
I won't weep into my pillow late at night because you don't want to date me or see me anymore; I understand that sometimes feelings go away and that sometimes feelings are not reciprocal. That's okay with me. If I like you I won't dance around the subject, I'll try to make it so I can see you but if you don't want to because you like me less that's really okay. But being rude to anyone else is never acceptable, regardless of the circumstances. Just treat me like a person.