I believe I'm getting mixed signals.

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I feel I'm getting mixed signals in regards to girls and romantic relationships from God as well as other people of great influence in my life.

My parents tell me to start looking now, but at the same time, focus on my studies. That gives me nothing - how am I supposed to look around (or date) if I want to put all my focus on studies? Friends suggest I might as well date now, get over the heartbreak and mature as life goes on... but I figure I can do that without really dating, so why bother? God... well, He's done pretty well in making me confused. I've become more sociable, and thus, made more female acquaintances; none of which are too close to me personally. Considering all of the other influences I've already listed, this has put me in quite a quandary.

What must be done to rid me of this seemingly trivial situation? I don't think I'll arrive at a satisfying answer any time soon, so I may as well put it aside until something comes up that puts my thoughts on the subject again.

Rome was not conquered in a day.
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Post Valentine's is always a mess
even for the best intentioned fool.
Like tools overused and abused
on the way, men and women break down
as the weight takes over and shoulders
the blame.
"None of this is my fault," they say,
"it's just... when will it be my Valentine's Day?"

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Cheers!

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  1. the3jrFebruary 22, 2011 at 3:01 PM

    well, I say to kinda "carpe diem" this by taking a chance when your instincts tell you to, cuz it seems that everyone's got your back on this, and if things don't turn out the way you want 'em to, then "c'est la vie", shit happens, and eventually a lesson is inevitably learned... seems careless, but try it sometime :) xo -E

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