Complications…

•August 4, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Getting a text at 1am from the person you’ve wanted to change their mind…made my heart do crazy things. Finding out she was in a bind, then her not letting me help…can’t describe how that made me feel.

Should I have said yes? I said no because I don’t know what it would have meant to her. Maybe I’m an asshole for not giving her what she wanted.

I’m more confused that someone she supposedly didn’t like and who supposedly hated her is now friendly with her and wants to be my friend.

I feel sometimes like I’m so out of the loop I don’t know which way is up and what’s true or real anymore.

I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I know today has been long and emotional and I still want things I have no idea if I’ll ever have.

I just hope she was honest with me and she’s ok. I would never forgive myself if she isn’t and it was because I said no to her request.

I do know my heart hurts with emotion…and I wish it weren’t so.

I wish a lot of things in this life.

Befuddled

•August 3, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I hate not knowing what to say or do or even to think or feel.

Some situations and circumstance just have no answers.

What do I want? What am I capable of doing? Of handling? Of being?

Beyond that even is trying to understand what someone else wants, thinks and feels.

I feel completely at sea. My heart and my brain aren’t communicating.

No one said life was easy…I just wish I knew how to help other people come to some of the same realizations about life that I have.

Maybe I’m just really not meant to figure out any of this…but that won’t keep me from trying.

Giving

•August 3, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Had possibly the most intense and serious dream of my life this morning…

I get a phone call and the caller ID says it’s from Yale New Haven Hospital. I think it’s something in reference to the BCC I had removed last year, so I immediately pick up.

It’s definitely a doctor, but it’s not a follow-up or anything about me being sick. Instead, I get the biggest request of my life, and I only have moments to make a decision.

One of my exes is extremely ill and needs a blood transfusion and bone marrow. For some reason I was listed as an emergency contact on one of her forms from a long time ago, so when the hospital cross checked the databases and saw that I was a match, they broke protocol in telling me who it was for.

I hadn’t spoken to her since the break-up…it took me a while to get past being dumped. The doctor needed to know if I would do it right then so if I declined they could contact the next closest match because there wasn’t much time.

I said yes. Drove down to YNHH, gave blood and got admitted for the bone marrow procedure. Didn’t think twice about doing it. But I had asked the hospital not to tell her who the donor was.

Then I woke up.

Tossing, Turning

•August 2, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Another night of disjointed sleep. Everytime I fell asleep deep enough to dream, I was woken up by my dreams. Sometimes in a panic and sweating, sometimes with a pounding heart and then disappointment.

My dreams have always been so vivid and real…just now I’m not sure what my brain is trying to do to me.

One dream I was stuck in a room that was on fire, and the only way out was through a wall of flame. Woke up as I took my first step through.

Then there are the endless dreams of not being alone. Of having happy moments with someone. Dreaming of being kissed awake. Dreaming of laying in the sun with someone. Of making love. Of getting married. Of just being hugged.

My subconscious mind apparently doesn’t want to make getting used to being single again very easy on me. It likes to make my heart pound with hopeful anticipation, only to feel it be squeezed immediately with disappointment and loneliness.

I have to wonder if other people dream like this, or if it’s just me. I know dreams are supposed to be our mind’s way of working through and releasing things, but beyond walking through fire, I’m not sure what the other’s are supposed to represent.

Dreaming about things I want for my life with all my heart doesn’t seem useful except to cause me to desire those things for myself more and more.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just crazy.

Back, Back From The Edge

•August 1, 2012 • Leave a Comment

So today’s been interesting. Took me an hour to get to work because my town got hit hard by a nasty storm that caused massive flooding. Said storm sparked a monstrous headache…and I thought I was going to have to deal with it without any headache pills at work until midnight…but someone, somewhere smiled upon me and they let out mid-shift time off without pay.

I got to take 4 hours out of my day, go home, get meds and relax for a bit before finally heading back to work. I still have some time left before I have to clock back in and take care of people, and it’s a good feeling. I don’t even care about the lost money out of my paycheck. I needed to take care of me for a change.

Other strange thing that happened today – someone who I was sure really did not like me friend requested me on Facebook (I declined) and then found me on Instagram. I think it’s somewhat amusing because the only reason I can figure the sudden interest is my most recent ex. Who still hasn’t come to get her stuff or made an attempt to return mine.

Which is another oh well. So I lose more shit because of a break-up. Not really anything new or different. Still don’t really understand this break-up, doubt I ever really will, but I can’t keep stressing about it.

I can’t change who I am. Can’t change what happened. Can’t change my actions or my feelings. It is what it is and that’s that.

Someday some woman is going to walk into my life and decide they never want to walk out. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. Maybe not even in the next decade…but I have to believe there is someone out there who isn’t afraid to love me and to be loved by me.

I’m really not that scary. Promise.

Conspiracy

•July 31, 2012 • Leave a Comment

My subconscious and heart are conspiring to make it impossible to feel anything positive about this past week. Everytime I close my eyes, they conjure up images that just serve to create more feelings of loneliness and just disappointment.

Waking from sleep alone when just before you stirred you know there were loving arms around you, or being snapped out a brief moment’s daydream where you would swear you just heard someone’s voice…only to have reality slap you in the face and squeeze your heart just a little further.

Horoscopes that say to never fear, someone special is on the way, just indulge in activities where I feel creative…well, the only thing I’m creative with – besides being demonstrative about caring for someone – is my writing. I’m not even sure that counts since I mostly utilize a stream of consciousness style.

I mean, sure, I’ve written ficticious snippets here and there over the years, and clearly I have a very active imagination that my subconscious loves to torture me with, but I’m not really sure how that translates into anything more than getting it all out into one of my journals. (I have paper journals as well as this public blog)

The only good to have come out of this past week is that the stress and emotional exhaustion made me more susceptable to getting a stomach bug that was ripping through work, so now I’ve gotten sick for my usual one time per year out of the way and I lost a couple of pounds, so putting on pants that are suddenly way loose felt good for a minute – even though I know I’ll put that weight right back on.

I lied. The other good thing to come from this week is seeing how many people actually noticed and cared something happened and wasn’t right with me.

Oh, and I went and spent the money finally on a new mattress and linens. I was going to buy myself some jewelry – since I will always end up buying myself the things I would freely give to others – but I decided to be more mature, practical and responsible and invest in my future unconscious comfort and happiness.

Ahh, the joys of being an adult with (most) of your shit together!

The only bad things is the new mattress is both bigger and more comfortable than my old one, so I think it’s lending to the tricks being played on me by my dreams.

Sleeping, Dreaming

•July 28, 2012 • Leave a Comment

When I’ve been able to fall asleep the past few days, I keep having the same dreams. Dreams about things that will, in all fairness, probably never happen because they center around things I would do – not things that happen to me.

Dream one centers around work. I leave at midnight. I walk out to my car and see a note tucked under my wiper blade. I open it and it says “Turn around”. I slowly pivot, and walking towards me is a sheepish grin and a bouquet of flowers.

Dream two is the harsher dream because it’s so real that when I had it this morning, I woke up and cried a little because it just wasn’t true.

Dream two is me being woken from sleep with an arm wrapping around me and a gentle kiss placed on my neck. Dream two has me surprised by a declaration of emotion so simple…”I couldn’t wait to see you anymore, I needed to have my arms around you and feel your heartbeat.”

Both of these scenarios are things I would do. Both of these things are the exact kind of actions that speak volumes. I’m not always good with my words – I know a lot of people aren’t – but I’ve always tried to convey how I feel with my eyes and my actions.

To me, actions will always mean more than words. And the actions are what make or break a relationship. I guess I’m strange…I feel like honest, loving relationships are full of a multitude of small, but meaningful actions.

Hugs and kisses, sure, but more importantly the ability to have arguments and not fly off the handle or resort to physical manifestations of hurt or anger. Every relationship goes through disagreements. It’s how you learn each other’s boundaries, and it’s a good way to measure yourself. Everyone likes each other when everything runs smoothly and happily, but toes will eventually be stepped on, and how you react to each other in those times is very telling.

Healthy, playful competition. Holding hands. Laying your head in one another’s lap. Paying attention to things the other likes and having them around or making them happen for no other reason than seeing that person smile and feel welcome and cared for. Displaying trust in someone – leaving a computer or cell phone unlocked, allowing them access to your home when you aren’t there – doesn’t need to be some huge, shout from the rooftops declaration.

Little notes left to be found later in the day or week. A smile when the other enters the room. Kisses on the forehead or neck. An eyebrow wiggle. A wink. A sudden outburst of a tickle or pillow fight.

Doing something for the sole purpose of supporting your partner. Spending time in the same space, doing your own thing. Cooking a meal for the other – even if all you know how to make is pasta. Learning about something the other is interested in.

Making promises and keeping them. Never going to bed leaving the other thinking you’re angry. Communicating daily, even if just a text message. Not worrying about how you look to other people. Speaking your mind and saying how you feel, regardless of the time and place.

Making love. Apologizing – not neccessarily because you were wrong, but because the other is simply upset. Facing fears and overcoming obstacles together. Helping each other through difficult moments. Supporting each other’s dreams and decisions. Encouraging each other. Then there’s the biggest action of them all.

Acknowledgement that relationships are not easy. They require effort and hard work to blossom and grow. There are parts that are effortless, of course, but there are and are always going to be things that arise that need direct action and compromise to work through and come out stronger on the other side. Not giving up. Love and relationships should not be disposable.

These are just my scatterbrained thoughts after only 4 hours of sleep.

Chaotic Winds

•July 27, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I have to be honest and admit I didn’t think this many people would care that I got dumped by someone. I guess I’ve never actually had this many friends in my life before.

Everyone was quick to tell me it’s absolutely her loss…but the funny thing is I’m the lost one.

Maybe I’m not meant to understand this. Maybe I’m just meant to feel and just wait for those feelings to change.

I guess I’m just disappointed that once again, I just wasn’t worth taking a chance on. That’s the bottom line.

Even being 100% myself, being honest and compassionate, understanding and forthcoming…wasn’t enough.

And I get that everyone has baggage, I do. But I feel like the point in life is to be with someone who will help you carry some of it and unpack the rest.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m delusional. I must be. A really big part of me (that’d be my heart) wants her to come to a realization that a mistake was made, and walk through the door and apologize so starkly that I can’t help but believe it.

The rest of me (that’d be my brain) thinks I should just give up on my heart and only work and sleep and save money so that when 2017 rolls around I’m in the best possible position financially when my good name is finally cleared to buy a house and just live out my days in solitude.

Clearly I don’t really want to be alone forever, but that’s where my brain is at.

I guess I’ll never understand how someone can say I’m everything they’ve ever wanted and then just walk away. I just don’t get how or why I’m so scary.

Life’s all about no risk, no reward, right? Well I’ve risked damn near everything, over and over, and my rewards so far have been learning lessons…I guess it’s just too soon to see what lesson I’m to take from this.

I just want someone to take a risk and for me to be their reward.

Aftermath

•July 25, 2012 • 2 Comments

Well, no relationship for me. Got dumped by text message. Because I’m everything she always wanted, but she doesn’t want me. She wanted to remain friends…she respects me…but I don’t even rate a phone call, let alone a face to face.

I’m never going to understand this one.

Even when you do virtually everything right, sometimes you’re still just not enough.

I have to try to find a lesson in this somehow, once the hurt and the tears subside…I won’t be trying to dip my toe back in the dating pool for a good long while, if ever…it took me damn near two years to gather up the courage to try again, and as soon as I start to fall and let myself feel and care again – I find there’s only pavement to catch me.

My Two Cents

•July 23, 2012 • Leave a Comment

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I’ve had a lot of time to think lately. While things got much better in my personal life, there’s never a guarantee that it will last. Instead of focusing on the multitude of things that could go wrong, I’m focusing on what could go right. I need to be more open. Live more freely. Stop worrying so much. I used to have a ton of fun when I was younger and more carefree. Now I just react so strongly to the potential of things being ruined that I’m stopping in my tracks. Right now. Conversations had today made me realize my fear of losing control and turning into my parents is probably completely unfounded. I’m too rigid about certain things. I’ve convinced myself I should not sway in my stances on a lot of things. That may have cost me a relationship that’s only just begun. Such a stupid thing to be upset over, really. It’s no one’s fault that I get uncomfortable and nervous about certain situations than my own. I’ve given power to an old memory and I have to face up to the fact that I’ve let it stunt me. I’m not 18 anymore. Yeah, things got real fucked up and I almost completely ruined my life due to my actions and moreso my inaction…but everything that happened then has lead me to where I am today. A strong, intelligent woman with a decent head on my shoulders. Maybe a few more grey hairs and pounds than I’d like, but I’m still a great person and a good catch all the same. I come from humble beginings, and I know my future is not set in stone. I know it unfolds every morning when tomorrow becomes today. I can acknowledge that every potential relationship has a 50/50 chance for two possible outcomes. Both people learn and grow and work and love and ride off into the proverbial sunset…or both people grow apart and either hurt each other or just give up. I know this and I don’t stress about it anymore. I can only be me and be honest and never give up hope in my heart that love exists in this world, and it will exist for me. So I’m taking it one day, one hour, one moment at a time. And I’m letting go of certain fears and dislikes. Not because I’m trying to please anyone, but because today reminded me of how I used to be, and something just clicked. I will never stop learning, growing, or believing. That is my gift in life.