Commitment Phobia

After some much needed time with Sex and the City and a mahussive cuppa tea while I nestle in bed, I’m feeling another well inspired write up coming along about what it is to be a commitment phobe and why us girls sometimes (and in my case a lot of the time) get the jitters about letting someone in to our little bubbles that are our worlds. Why do we freak out and run for the hills the minute a nice guy comes along but then fall for the ones we know will hurt us? There’s the classic wanting what we can’t have syndrome which is one of my personal favourites, where we like someone who we ultimately know is bad for us yet we still go back for more. The question is why? Why do we settle for someone we know will ultimately leave us sobbing into our girlfriends arms one day? Why go for the Prince of Darkness when if you look a little closer to home you may find Prince Charming?

   I think this may be the very point of why some of us deem ourselves commitment phobes. We can use the standard excuse of ‘I’m too busy to meet up’ or ‘I’m not around at the moment’ but what is probably the real reason we don’t want to meet up with this perfectly nice guy is that we’re secretly thinking we could be that girl sobbing into her friends one day, that we could well be Carrie Bradshaw  stood up at the alter and unable to get out of bed to see daylight for weeks on end; all because of heartbreak. The cynical thing to think at this point is whether any guy is worth that risk of heartbreak?

   I think the answer to that is probably yes (or else we would probably all end up as crazy cat ladies by the time we’re forty) but in all seriousness you may be the girl who can’t make that first date due to commitment phobia or you could be the type of girl I am… the type who when it gets to anywhere beyond the 2^nd date alarm bells are raised and things slowly swoop downhill because you’re spending far too much time freaking out about date number awareness. But maybe it’s time for a change, time to break down our brick walled fears of falling in love and maybe just go with the flow and see where we end up. Just see what happens!

. There are so many different types of love, we’ve just got to hope we’ll get the right one that’s all… the one love (or as fairy tales would have us believe) the one Prince Charming. And don’t ask me why I’m feeling the need to write about this all of a sudden but it seems so much guy stress is in the air surrounding us girlies at the moment that it only makes sense to have a little chit chat about it. I think, to quote my mum again (such a wise woman); you have to take risks sometimes in order to reep the rewards. Sometimes we will have to take that risky road down to falling in love in order to feel the extreme high of it. Of course it’s absolutely terrifying (and we probably won’t be ourselves for a good while until we’ve got over our long overdue commitment phobia) but maybe, just maybe it’s a risk worth taking?