I think we’ve all heard of the common phrase “s/he’s emotionally unavailable.”
It’s usually accompanied by an exasperated sense of entitlement or defeat as if there’s something wrong with the chosen mate. I get the annoyance of it, but I also get the seductive nature that desire has when combined with the “just out of reach” nature of the “unavailable player.” That’s why we keep going back, right? To finally snag that elusive thing that will quench our thirst.
I’ve never been a complainer about this—more a notice-er and partaker of the class of us who seem to be attracted to this particular type of drama. I thought I’d take a heartfelt stab at this topic by being honest about my own feelings and observations of myself as a player in this arena.
There are two things that make this a common theme in the human condition:
1. The unhealed parts of ourselves who don’t want to let anyone in.
2. The excitement of the chase.
You pick which one fits where.
Here we go (sorry about the audio and video discrepancy):
Editor: Lynn Hasselberger