End of an Era

I have never been under a microscope more than when I was in a relationship or attempting to start one.  Did I have a few qualities that needed refinement?  Yes.  Did my behavior warrant such scrutiny?  No.  Here is a brief list of some complaints I have received:

“This music makes me angry.  Can you change it?”
Keep in mind this was asked in my vehicle.  A minute request like this is the first step in losing your individuality.  Eventually, all of my differences were laid out before me.  She got her way a lot in life, obviously…

“You should talk more.  Being quiet is disrespectful.”
I am naturally shy, so I guess this can be taken the wrong way.  Regardless of that assessment, forcing the issue on someone’s personality traits/flaws is never the answer unless you enjoy some uncomfortable conversation.

“You’re a know-it-all, OK?!”
I received that after the woman asked me for an opinion about her convoluted life.  When friends tell me their problems, I tend to hyper-focus on their situation and try to lead them to the best result using my misanthropic philosophy.  I put myself in their shoes before I finalize my solutions.  It is something I have always enjoyed doing.  It is now that I have realized how much effort I put into such minutia.  I wonder why that one is still alone.

Back then, my motivations were similar to any other man in this world: I hoped to gain favor for a possible intimate encounter.  It was never worth it.  I put my music back on.