I sparked a few times. It's true.
It happened to me, and it has happened to you.
It's not usually expected, and never comes when you want it.
The real trouble is deciding why it doesn't. Is it because you are too shy? Too overconfident? Too pushy, not pushy enough. Too tall, too short, too loud, too reserved. Too up or down.
No. I contend, at least for the sake of my own sanity, that it's because a real fit fits from start to end. There is no trading between love and hate, there is a constant mixture.
When something seems too good to be true, it is, and it won't be for long.
Point being, madness is all you get when trying to decipher the rules of attraction. One moment you may be perfectly fine in solitude, and then a lark flutters by that makes you wonder if your life could have meaning without it. Or perhaps you had the love, the lust, the enviable life, and lost it, and suddenly it seems like all you ever wanted was to be solitary as you are.
It's all relative, not for the greener grass, but for the lack of change. No matter how preferable a situation is, if it is constant, it is crushing.
Constant joy makes the real ups seem like downs, and constant loathing makes it seem as if things are at their peak anyway.
The trick is to change within the good. Change from one pleasant to another, one up to another. Be always gliding from one high to the next, knowing that in between during the spikes of down, you must only make them short lived to enjoy the ups all the more whilst remaining sane in your humility and humanity.
A complicated affair, and mostly, if not wholly, because I can't help but think that my sense of perfect is becoming easier and easier to map as time goes on without a spotting.
