The Cynical Romantic has temporarily left the table to sharpen his tongue and his pen. New confessions and catastrophes return June 2. Until then, pour yourself something, browse the past disasters below, and know the next chapter of chaos is being written behind the scenes.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates
Playing “soulmate” nearly burned me out. This companion essay dives into the part I skipped in the main series: the exhaustion, heroic delusions, and financial tap‑dancing it took to keep a broken love story alive. From commuting fantasies to shopping as emotional CPR, I’m pulling back the curtain on what it really cost to be the hero in a relationship that was slowly draining me. If you’ve ever felt tired down to your bones from love, this one’s for you.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 5
Hope, for me, used to mean believing in a perfect person who would make all the pain make sense. These days, hope looks smaller and sturdier.
I don’t need a soulmate to validate that I’m worthy. I do, however, still want someone to share the good coffee, the stupid jokes, the quiet evenings, and the occasional existential crisis.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 4
For years my favorite story about myself was simple: I’m a great guy who just hasn’t met the right person.
It explained everything—bad breakups, messy marriages, why I was always exhausted from trying so hard. Then one day a doctor asked me a few questions and said, ‘Have you considered ADHD?’
Suddenly ‘great guy’ wasn’t the whole picture. That intense devotion? A lot of it was hyperfocus. The grand gestures and fast commitments? Impulsivity in a nice shirt. The panic when someone pulled away? Rejection sensitivity on full blast.
Getting that word didn’t excuse my choices—but it finally explained the script I kept repeating in every relationship.
Sometimes the label doesn’t limit you.
It just explains the chaos.
Quirks and quarks
At 5:34 a.m. I woke up thinking about quirks and quarks—and realized they might be the same thing.
The tiny habits we hide often reveal more about us than the grand stories we tell.
a Christmas Tree Thought Ruined My Workout
Sometimes it isn’t the workout that exhausts you—it’s the thought that hijacks your brain halfway through.
One small idea on a treadmill reveals how ADHD can quietly reroute an entire day.