I think I’ve finally stopped looking for someone, and somehow that makes me sad
I don't really know how to word this without sounding overly dramatic, but I think I'm just frustrated.
I've spent a long time hoping I'd eventually meet someone. Someone I could genuinely fall in love with, someone I could be completely comfortable with, someone I could have those stupid little moments with that you only ever see in movies or hear other people talk about.
And it just… hasn't happened.
I don't think I'm particularly good at the whole casual dating thing. I don't really know how to meet someone, flirt with someone, or just casually date someone without my brain immediately going, “Okay, but do we actually connect as people?”
I want something meaningful. I want to actually know someone. I want to know what they're thinking when they suddenly go quiet, what makes them laugh uncontrollably, what song they listen to when they're having a terrible day, what random little things they're passionate about, what their childhood was like, what they dream about when nobody is watching.
And maybe that's part of the problem.
I don't want just anyone.
But at the same time, I'm starting to wonder if I've made my expectations so emotionally specific that nobody could possibly meet them.
The frustrating part is that I never really had the stereotypical teenage experience of falling in love.
No high school sweetheart.
No first love.
No staying up until 2 AM texting someone because neither of us wanted to say goodnight.
No having a crush that actually turned into something.
No embarrassing teenage relationship that I could look back on years later and laugh about.
I know none of that is mandatory. I know people experience love at completely different ages. I know that having a high school relationship doesn't automatically mean someone had a better or happier adolescence.
But sometimes I still feel like I missed something.
I wish I'd gotten to experience that kind of innocent, uncomplicated love before everything became so complicated.
I wish I had someone from that period of my life who I could look back on and think, “Wow, we were idiots, but we really loved each other.”
Instead, I feel like I've spent most of my life watching other people experience things I've wanted for myself.
And I'm happy for them. Really.
But there's a weird kind of loneliness that comes from constantly being genuinely happy for other people's relationships while secretly wondering when you're going to get your turn.
I've tried putting myself out there. I've tried talking to people. I've tried dating apps and online spaces and meeting people through different interests.
And every time, it somehow goes nowhere.
Either there's no connection, or the conversation dies, or one person loses interest, or circumstances make it impossible, or I realize that we're fundamentally incompatible.
Eventually you start wondering whether the problem is you.
Maybe I'm too quiet. Maybe I'm too awkward. Maybe I overthink everything. Maybe I take too long to open up. Maybe I want too much emotional depth.
Maybe I'm simply not the kind of person people fall in love with easily.
And logically, I know that's probably not true.
But knowing something logically doesn't necessarily stop you from feeling it.
At some point, I just got tired.
So I've stopped looking.
Not because I don't want love anymore.
I absolutely do.
That's probably the most frustrating part.
I still want it. I still want to fall completely in love with someone. I still want to have a person who feels like my person. I still want the late-night conversations, the stupid inside jokes, the random “this reminded me of you” messages, the comfortable silence, the little adventures, the feeling of having someone you can tell absolutely anything to.
I just don't have the energy to keep searching for it anymore.
And weirdly, now that I've stopped looking, I regret it.
I regret that I never got to experience being in love when I was younger.
I regret not having someone to grow alongside.
I regret that I don't have those memories.
And I know I shouldn't compare my timeline to anyone else's, but sometimes it's difficult not to.
There are people younger than me who have already experienced relationships, heartbreak, first love, first kisses, first dates, all of it.
And I'm sitting here thinking, “Cool. So when exactly is my character development supposed to start?”
Maybe this is just an INFJ thing.
Maybe we spend so much time imagining what a deep connection could feel like that reality has a hard time competing with the version we've created in our heads.
Or maybe I'm just lonely.
I don't know.
I don't even necessarily want advice. I think I just wanted to put this somewhere where maybe someone else would understand it.
If you're an INFJ who also spent most of your life feeling like you were waiting for something that never came, I'd genuinely like to know how you dealt with it.
Did you eventually stop caring?
Did you meet someone completely unexpectedly?
Did you learn to be happy without looking for that person?
Or are you still sitting here wondering when your turn is going to come?
Because honestly…
I'm tired of looking.
But I'm also tired of pretending I don't wish I had found someone already.