If youre a 90s kid or older, chances are youve experienced at least one incident of life-altering romantic rejection or heartbreak, which ended up affecting the way you give and receive love. In some cases, dreams of growing old with a highschool sweetheart are thwarted by forced arranged marriages. In others, soul-crushing betrayal shakes the very foundation of ones ability to love wholly again. But future partners will obviously still dismiss this as trust issues.
Commitment phobia, Ive found, isnt really a phobia at all. From what Ive gathered from friends and past encounters, its merely a defense mechanism you develop after monogamy didnt work out for you in the past. It isnt that commitment-phobes are averse to the idea of love or just unwilling to settle down because they enjoy being fuckbois and cool gals too much. Most commitment-phobes are just people that have convinced themselves that they can never love the way they once did before. Think of it as the exhaustion that sets in by the time you give your third KT exam in a subject that youre just beginning to think isnt one in which you will ever excel. Its not that you dont want to pass the subject that all your friends seem to understand so easily. But youre just exhausted by trying, failing, trying again, and failing again. Thats what lies at the heart of my commitment phobia.
This fear of commitment doesnt necessarily bring about seismic changes in our love life by which I mean it doesnt stop us from frantically searching for someone who makes us feel less lonely but its generally triggered at unsuspecting moments. When you come across an old, dusty love letter and are reminded of the naive, gullible teenager you once were. Or when you clean out your old shelf and find a box with movie tickets and Cafe Coffee Day receipts saved up from 2011. You wonder how your 19-year-old self could be unabashed and arrogant enough to assume that those remnants of a relationship could one day be looked back on with fondness? You judge this 2011 version of you and curse the wide-eyed optimism they had towards love and romance.
Because youre a far cry from that kid now. And just like the rest of your millennial peers, loving freely is a luxury you cant afford anymore. Falling in love after being hurt is like trying out the bottle cap challenge without having any martial arts training; Some of your friends will make it look easy and post their successes all over social media. But if you try to do the same, you will likely spin around aimlessly before landing flat on your ass.
You wonder how your 19-year-old self could be unabashed and arrogant enough to assume that those remnants of a relationship could one day be looked back on with fondness?
For my fellow 90s kids who are still single while staring down the tail end of our 20s, what went wrong with us? I mean, we did most things right, right? Growing up, we enjoyed both playing outside as well as vegging out in front of MSN Messenger. We spent most of our teens being fooled into believing our digital friends were akin to real life friends who actually cared about us and at the same time lived in the delusion that Bollywoods toxic version of pyaar was something to aspire to. And perhaps most significantly, we experienced hookup-culture on steroids while witnessing the advent of dating apps, where you neednt care about finding Mister or Miss Right so long as you could swipe right. Alright, I get it. In many ways, this commitment phobia epidemic was inevitable. Perhaps us millennials were set up for loneliness from the very beginning.
This is further proven by more and more of my friends well, at least the single ones who are aggressively adopting the belief that the key to getting over commitment phobia and staying content in their romantic life is to simply lower their expectations. Which is a fancy way of saying, Just settle with the balding banker who doesnt call you by a different name on the second date because you arent getting any younger, Namrata! Or, Why is your love life so important anyway? Theres bigger issues to worry about like money and jobs and the environment. CJ Hauser sums it up perfectly when writing about suppressing her own need for affection in The Crane Wife, There are worse things than not receiving love. There are sadder stories than this. There are species going extinct, and a planet warming. I told myself: who are you to complain, you with these frivolous extracurricular needs?
So yeah, I guess you could say that falling in love when youre a commitment-phobe is a lot different from when it happens during your teens and early 20s. The romance is measured and maturity becomes an excuse for holding back feels. Because youre apprehensive of coming across as needy, and lets face it, being a romantic just isnt cool in 2019. But then you also live in the silent hope that someday, you might meet someone that makes you want to start saving those CCD receipts again.
This article was originally published on Arre