Living in Atlanta, I often feel that both the weather and people can be quite unpredictable.

However, when I think about it, I believe that people are even less predictable than the weather.

At 45 years old, I thought life was starting to come together.

At least in terms of dating. I thought that now, with more experience, I would have a better eye for people, not be swayed by emotions, and make realistic choices.

I had someone I was seeing for about five months. It wasn't bad. In fact, at first, I thought, "This is pretty good."

We communicated well and enjoyed meals together, and since we were both divorced without kids, we were able to be considerate of each other.

Knowing that getting to know someone at my age isn't easy, I tried to be more cautious.

But ultimately, we ended up stuck at the same point. It was about financial issues and personality differences.

When I was younger, I would sometimes push these things aside and cover them up with emotions, but now that doesn't work.

Financial issues lead to lifestyle problems, and personality differences become more pronounced over time.

What I initially thought was acceptable later became a constant source of concern.

Especially the financial aspect is quite peculiar. Regardless of how much money one has, if attitudes towards money differ, it becomes difficult to move forward together.

One person wants to plan and move steadily, while the other prefers to go with the flow, which ultimately leads to clashes.

This can be overlooked once or twice, but it becomes exhausting when it happens repeatedly.

We never had major fights, but small annoyances kept piling up.

One comment, one reaction—these things accumulate until, at some point, I think, "This isn't right."

In the past, I might have brushed it off, but now I can't find a reason to hold on to it.

In the end, it fizzled out without any dramatic breakup.

We just gradually stopped contacting each other, and as messages dwindled, my feelings cooled, leading to an ambiguous ending.

Ironically, after we sent the text to end things, I woke up the next morning with a pimple on my face.

I guess at this age, stress shows up immediately. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but say, "What is this?"

Seeing my body react first, I realized that while I pretended to be calm on the outside, I wasn't on the inside.

Every time this happens, I wonder if fate really changes so easily.

People say that people change, but when you experience it, there are definitely parts that don't change significantly.

And sometimes, I feel like I'm continuously facing similar issues within that context.

This makes it even more confusing. Am I seeing things incorrectly, or is it inherently difficult to break out of these patterns?

As I get older, my choices become more cautious, but that doesn't seem to lead to better outcomes.

In fact, having standards sometimes makes it easier to give up.

Still, I don't want to maintain relationships by forcing myself to fit in like I used to.

I can't handle the greater stress that comes later just because I'm momentarily lonely.

Just looking at the pimple on my face makes me feel like my body already knows the answer.

Relationships, like the spring weather in Atlanta, can be quite erratic.

They can feel warm one moment and suddenly turn cold, making you rethink things even when they seem fine.

So these days, I comfort myself by thinking that maybe it's not that fate doesn't change easily, but that I'm finally seeing things clearly.