the futility of human relationships

Sounds gloomy, doesn't it? I guess that would be accurate. We try so hard to connect with others, whether for friendship, companionship, mutual aid or romance. And in the end, all of these connections are flawed, and often break down. Why then do we still try? We get sideways with one person, just to seek out another, often without even a conscious decision to do so. Often, our interaction with others is imbued with falsity, in our attempt to make ourselves attractive or likeable. What then is the truth? One friend I know disappears when feeling dark, feeling the need to be witty, charming and socially adept in interactions with friends. Another holds back her feelings, seeming to be unaware of others' words that wounded or actions that were indicative of thoughtlessness. And yet she does notice, does feel the pain of thoughtlessness. All of us dress our selves up in a virtual way, and of course, such cordiality does ease everyday interaction. I'm sitting here feeling the emptiness of failed attempts, and the futility of future attempts. And yet what else is there to do but try again, if I want to inhabit my days fully? No risk taken means no sweet success, and that is not to be abided.