Mixed Masala – How badly do you want to be wanted?
How often do we commit the same mistakes just because we wanted to feel wanted or loved?
They call them exes for a reason?
They’re an ex because they’re now in the past and an ex because they’re an example of the type of people we shouldn’t date again.
But how often do we learn from the relationship mistakes of the past?
How often do we commit the same mistakes just because we wanted to feel wanted or loved? That’s the problem isn’t it?
We all want to be wanted and loved and accepted by someone, that we sometimes are willing to settle for less, just to feel loved. Now you’re probably wondering why The Token Indian is being so serious all of a sudden.
Fear not, this column contains humour too.
After all, there is also something to laugh about when it comes to love and lives.
If you cast your mind back to your ex now, you could probably laugh at yourself, wondering just what you were thinking about when you agreed to date them.
We all have had horror stories to tell. And what about those times you wondered what you were doing wrong, because no one seemed to want you.
And then all of a sudden someone does want you, but it’s not the person you want to want you. And then you question how you can go back to being unwanted, or lie about being in a relationship just to avoid the person.
What if (and this is purely hypothetical and doesn’t involve a real person… or maybe it does) an old woman (or man) decides to get sweet on you. And the said old person (who I still maintain may be a figment of my imagination) starts wanting hugs whenever they see you and asks for your number.
Sometimes old people are persistent and even despite avoiding the topic of swapping numbers, they still bring it up the next time they see you.
“You still haven’t given me your number hey,” they say and you cringe or think of a viable way to change the topic.
To be fair, there is the possibility that they’re asking for your number for a cute granddaughter (or grandson) they have, or they’re extremely rich and are willing to be your sugar mummy (or daddy).
But, judging your track record (and again this may again be a true story), you know that there’s no granddaughter waiting to send you a message.
It’s just the old, short, sweet aunty, who decides she wants some young meat for a change.
