The human psyche is like a Bugatti Veyron

They were browsing through cloths in a retail store. She picked out a few items, and asked for an opinion, or he just stood there feeling useless while she looked at the selection silently. Both of them were totally oblivious of the gravity of the moment.
This has to be an activity everybody is fairly familiar with.
This time however a strange thought occurred to him. He thought that that other girl, she used to look for different kinds of cloths. She wasn’t prettier, she wasn’t funnier or more suitable but damn she had a different requirement for her wardrobe.
However stupid this may seem to you, (Considering that pretty much everyone has a slightly different taste in dresses.) he became seriously bothered. Now he was convinced that shopping or being together in any way with this girl is senseless.
How blind was he not to notice before, that she used her telephone to write massages, something she didn’t use to do.
Preoccupied by his uncertainty they walked along the street chatting. He made a stupid remark that was supposed to be funny, but it fell flat because of the lack of effort. To his surprise, he still managed to score a laugh with it. It was obviously a courtesy laugh. She would almost never humor him with a courtesy laugh. The two girls were separate human beings, in small details they were unlike each other as anyone else would have. But he began to process the details as faults, and soon enough it degraded the value of this girl in his eyes.
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I have often wondered how the past experience with a girl may ever interfere with your ability to enjoy the company of another. (Other then of course the practice of comparison.)
Settling for subpar after experiencing superb WILL leave a sour taste in your mouth, there is no controversy there, but there are countless chronicles of a man being unhappy at the side of a very attractive woman, simply because he had some kind of history with a different but equally attractive other person.
This has baffled me, totally unrealistic I thought, just as stories of love have baffled me when I was a teenager.
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But sooner or later every one of us is confronted with the simple truth the human body has evolved over millions of years not to satisfy our needs to be happy, but to excel at survival and reproduction.
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From the viewpoint of reproduction the best strategy is to look for the most attractive women for sex, with no other specifications. Men are notoriously attracted to anything with a great body on it. Compared to women they seem to be superficial in their search of a partner. Simply to maximize their chances to pass on their genes.
A human child is quite an effort to raise however, so nature required a way to turn the polygamist male into caring fathers (who take care of both the mother and the child during pregnancy, and until the child can care for himself), in the event that he successfully found a mate.
We are hardwired to love and feel affection to the one specific person we are sleeping with, and no one else, but only for a set period of time.
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Birth control and a society where relations change at astronomical speeds were not present at our evolutional period.
Breaking up nowadays often happens earlier than expected by our bodies.
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Being turned down by a woman is almost painless. You brush it off, and go on with your life. Breaking up with someone while you are still in love with them can seriously hurt you. (Yeah I know, I’m a genius, now go and read on.)
You have not been provided with the option to manually turn off feelings that are uncomfortable to you.
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The human psyche is like a Bugatti Veyron driven by a fairly intelligent monkey. Unbelievably powerful, with hardly any control, that only very rarely, mostly randomly functions at its full potential.
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This is a fault in the system. Something evolution hasn’t prepared you for. You may have youth or strength, health, resources at your disposal and adequate options to call upon, but you just sit on your ass and sink into self-pity. Pathetic. It does motivate to write however…