This post may seem kind of depressing, as I have often times given my views to others and they gave that analysis. I just want to know what other people think.
When I was in junior high, I was told by my parents that because teenagers devoted their lives to having sex, I was not allowed to talk to girls. This was only to protect me from doing these things. Side implications of this rule are: no dances, no AOL Instant messenger or the like, no phone conversations, monitored email, and no dating. At first, I thought that all this was a load of crap, especially because I go to a public co-ed school. Now, having seen what dating does to people, I have had a change of heart.
Throughout the first period of time when this rule was instated, I made my intent on making sure that I lost my ability to like people, no matter what the circumstances. I succeeded.
Having seen some of my friends go through the dating scene, I have concluded that dating in highschool is a complete waste.
Dating / relationships have lead to many a suicide, led people into bouts of depression, been the cause of substance abuse, and have reigned terror upon the poor souls who have decided to dwell within it's appearance of safety.
As it has been said many a time before, "all good things must come to an end." This is probably a very morbid way of looking at things, but it is very true. When you're in a relationship at the highschool age, it seems pointless, because it will end. No matter how it ends, there will be pain. From what I have seen, this pain vastly outweighs any positives that may have come from within the relationship. The presense of good things from a relationship are insignifigant to the hole an end yields.
So I pose this question: because the above statement is true, why would anybody want to date? To get to know them is probably the first thing that comes to mind, but being that the end is a horrid result, this statement is void. To get to know your type maybe? No, because that's a bad reason to subject oneself to such horrors.
Most of my thinking may be from the fact that I am a nerd and couldn't get a girl should my life depend on it. In fact, if you look at my previous posts, I had a question about somebody liking me or not. I was told that the signs she gave meant that she did, but in reality she would rather have seen my corpse rotting face down in the blood stained snow while my severed arm lay askew several inches away from my shoulder. An exageration you say? Those were her words, not mine. That incident was my last in the field of dating.
