Syndromes and Such

Even though I've had more than a month-long hiatus from posting, this blurb is still going to be moderately brief. I've just been thinking about an interesting syndrome I seem to suffer from. Like many of my other made-up complexes and syndromes, it's not one that you'll find in a textbook or even on Wikipedia, rather it's my attempt at explaining some weird quirk that I have. Without further ado, let me introduce my latest diagnosis: matchmaker syndrome.

Now, this is not a cupid-like tendency where I have a compulsive need to set people up with each other. Nor is it akin to Emma Woodhouse who couldn't help meddling in other people's lives almost as a way of covering up her own deficiencies (well...it might be distinctly related to the last one). Rather, it's a peculiar proclivity that manifests itself on first dates. I find myself sorting through my friends and wondering who would be the best match for the guy I'm with--which either means that I've already ruled him out as a "potential" on my list but still think he's a nice guy or that I'm running away from the possibility of commitment. I think I prefer the former. Either way, it's probably not the best way to date.

So what, you may ask, does the doctor prescribe for my ailment? Well, I think one of my biggest failings is that I love to give people advice that is generally sound, but I rarely follow it myself. Bottom line: I might be stuck in first-date mode indefinitely.