Echo

Maybe I oughtta mention
Was never my intention
To harm you or your kin
Are you so scared to look within
The ghosts are crawling on our skin
We may race and we may run
We’ll not undo what has been done
Or change the moment when it’s gone

Meet me on the other side…

(David Gray)

I went to the chiropractor once and he explained to me the phenomenon of tickling. Being tickled is actually an extremely uncomfortable experience that raises anxiety in a human being, but the brain doesn’t quite know how to classify the signals it creates. It recognizes that the signals it receives don’t exactly fit into the “pain,” category so it assigns a very ambivalent “pleasure” even though instinctually, when a person is tickled, her instinctual body responses are to get away from the stimuli.

I wonder if being in love is a similar phenomenon. Because, as I’ve realized, to truly love is to be selfless. You have no control when you’re in love. You’re just completely open and you’ll give the other person anything. But is anyone really happy that way? Because that’s what love is, and if you truly know what it means to love, then you will know what it means to give without necessarily receiving back. I think the people who are actually happy are those who love half-assed. They think they love, but really, they maintain some control and are monitoring what they receive back. They don’t completely give of themselves, and therefore, they have everything to gain and not much to lose. I think we’ve all been led to believe that love is bliss, but love is actually somewhat uncomfortable. But we strive for it, and want it so badly when in truth, I don’t think anyone who gives 100% is truly happy. They’re just saints.

Dating a narcissist is the most unfulfilling experience you can have. Because they don’t have room in their hearts for anyone but themselves. And what they give you, is actually more about the fact that THEY are giving it to you, than an actual act of kindness, giving and selflessness (sacrifice). Someone once described the Narcissist’s Dance to me. First they put you on a pedestal and worship you. And then when they find out that you don’t fit their EXACT idea of PERFECTION, they knock you down, shatter you, and do an angry tantrum dance as they smash all your broken pieces. This describes what a narcissist once did to me. And I will hate him forever.

My advice for anyone I love would be: never be with someone who gives less than what you give. Because I will guarantee that you will never be happy.

so i was sitting in a pink ford focus on the way to the happiest little gay bar in town with my peppy blonde ex-cheerleader not-really friend, kerri at the wheel. the speakers throbbed sugar ray track three on repeat as her mouth went on and on about how: everywhere she goes, hotties (aka “hot men”) are always giving her the look (hungry) and asking her out and she just doesn’t know what to do about it since *sigh* she’s been dating nonstop since, like, forever and she just feels like she wants to take some time off and, you know, find herself. being that i’m going through a six-month (plus or minus two years) dry spell with the last recorded stir of sexual subactivity ending in the theft of my three favorite pairs of black nylons and a polite twelve-page letter detailing my physical flaws, i did what (at the time) the situation naturally seemed to call for.

I was in such a funk today. I woke up and felt so lonely. The world suddenly felt so big, and somehow, made me feel hollow and empty. Like I was raining on the inside. I’m wondering if I expect too much from the world and that no matter what, my existence will always involve disappointment. In a way, I feel like I’m emotionally high-maintenance but I don’t know if there are people out there in the world who can give me all the affection and care that I need. I’m such a disgusting puppy. Sometimes I wonder if everyone feels this way but just doesn’t admit it. Yes, I have cried myself to sleep in the past. There. I admitted it.

I sent out an email to Maryland Brian, the guy I was in love with in college but could not get it together for. A part of me has never let him go because he’s such a good guy. He’s married now. But I think I still hang on to it because I cared about him then completely went out of my way to destroy it. It doesn’t matter whether there was anything there, if it would have worked, etc. I don’t want anything romantic with him; I just have good associations with him because he’s such an upstanding guy. The biggest thing is that I think I still feel horrified about what I will do to keep something from working. Something that might feel good to me. For someone who understands people so well objectively, I have some serious issues about relating to people.

I’ve realized that I can’t deal with disappointment. I HATE it when people say they’ll do something or go somewhere with me, and then I get my hopes up, but then they cancel for no good reason (ie they didn’t feel like going anymore). I get so hurt and angry because it was stupid of me to get my hopes up and I feel like people really don’t care about me. You have to realize that I don’t talk about these things to anyone so most people probably don’t realize what a big baby I am. But it hurts and I never tell people because I’m embarrassed about it and I think it’s disgusting and needy. And then I don’t want them to realize that these things can hurt me, or that I care. Then I decide that I don’t want to be around people anymore because it only leads to disappointment. And I go about withdrawing like crazy. What the fuck is wrong with me.