mid-14c., “smash, shatter, break into fragments or small particles; force down and bruise by heavy weight,” also figuratively, “overpower, subdue,” from Old French cruissir (Modern French écraser), variant of croissir “to gnash (teeth), crash, smash, break,” which is perhaps from Frankish *krostjan “to gnash” (cognates: Gothic kriustan, Old Swedish krysta “to gnash”).
Figurative sense of “to humiliate, demoralize” is by c. 1600. Related: Crushed; crushing; crusher. Italian crosciare, Catalan cruxir, Spanish crujirare “to crack” are Germanic loan-words.
1590s, “act of crushing, a violent collision or rushing together,” from crush (v.). Meaning “thick crowd” is from 1806. Sense of “person one is infatuated with” is first recorded 1884, U.S. slang; to have a crush on (someone) is by 1903.
According to etymology the use and context of the word “crush” is relatively new in relation to relationships. When looking at the greater concept of the word, we see why “a crush” is called “a crush” at time in life when hormones are racing and our experience of ourselves and the world is limited.
We crush ourselves through our mental/ emotional states as we ponder and yearn, only to meet rejection perceived as devastation.
At thirty-eight and still single, I still get infatuation, however my ability to navigate the world and my own emotional reality allow me to avoid crushes. I am too old for “crushes.” I know better.
This doesn’t stop me from occasionally roaming down Memory Lane as I rekindle those first rudimentary feelings of euphoria. I think the older I get, the less euphoria I experience. The thing about a “crush” when you are juvenile, is the newness of feeling in a multidimensional way that is beyond the norm. It messes with the psyche and the heart and the pattern of life before the feeling. Life simply feels more full of tangible sensation when one is fixated on a beloved.
I guess these days, I get that through my animals, minus the sexual attraction.
In the past, a crush was always someone who caught my eye physically with traits I couldn’t identify. That would be a starting point for finding the best parts of that person. Unless they went out of their way to do me wrong, I would realize they “just weren’t that into me” and I would continue to love them from afar without expectation. That is the best possible ending for a crush in my opinion… I could never imagine it working out; I am sure eventually I would be seen as intolerable.
As I get older, I wonder “Do single men my age even find me attractive superficially? Will I always be one of those people you have to get a deeper feeling for, to appreciate? Am I still as intimidating to people as I was proclaimed to be 10-20 years ago?”
I don’t know. I don’t ask. I am afraid of the honest answers in that realm, but I am dying to ask; at times I reserve myself out of the comfort of others. It’s easier to be alone and not think about those things. It’s easier to walk around naked in front of animals as I change from shower towel to everyday clothes. I have no reason to think about my sexuality or what my relation to men has to with being naked or living life. I’ve consciously and incrementally shut off a “valve” of sorts.
Today I caught the eye of one of the butchers at the grocery store. He is a really nice looking fella. When our eyes met, I just right-quick fixed my eyes forward as I continued my excursion except I slipped and I looked back, and he looked back at me. I kind of close mouth smiled. It was innocuous. It made me feel curious but not curious enough to make a fool of myself or visit the counter to pretend to be interested in items that I didn’t intend to buy in order to do something as cliche as look for a wedding ring on a butcher ( who probably wouldn’t be wearing a ring anyway, if he is at all up on safety protocol.)
At this age it’s easier just to abide by the fact that most people are taken, and I had to learn that the hard way… not the hardest way, but a hard way; Do nothing wrong but flirt with the wrong guy- get labeled a home wrecker.
Back in the day they would say if you were looking for a date- put two nice steaks and a bottle of wine in your grocery cart and wander around until you find someone you want to talk to. I wonder if that worked for anyone. Kinda sounds creepy to me.
I’ve attempted to follow up on body language with people who seem to be attracted to me… but it’s been a disaster and just like my attempts at flirting and the exploration of internet dating soooo very long ago, the results are not encouraging- I’ve given up, on following up.
This is a great topic for me to write about ad nauseam because it’s one of those things I just stuff down into the crawl space of life experiences and I use my age to avoid examining it or going back to the worst parts of being crushed. I am sure I am not the only one.