One Pale Fire

please just go away

I had another one of those unhappy uncomfortable moments again today and I am so baffled and depressed by it. I assumed I had figured it out and it wouldn't necessarily happen again but it did and now I can't figure out why I am so unhappy rather then flustered by an attack of defensiveness - I wasn't anxious or horribly put out or at all panicked by this man's interest, I was just so utterly unhappy about it.

I go to the same place almost every Saturday to have breakfast and the last 3 times he's managed to catch me there. The first time I met him I noted his interested but just tried to keep to myself and I half expected not to run into him again so I really didn't think about it much. Then today for the 3rd time I see him at the lunch counter where I usually sit trying to make a connection and asking me questions to engage me. I was aware of his attention the other times but he wasn't very intensely focused and there was enough going around to buffer the attention but today when I came in it was slower and I didn't want to sit at a table and make it obvious that I was avoiding him or worse for him to invite himself to sit WITH me so I just sat at the counter as I always did and hoped the guy in the seat between us would stay a bit - he didn't of course - so now the dude was much more obvious and intent at making conversation. 

At first I was just tolerating it alright but then after a while I started to become uncomfortable and it was such an abstract kind of discomfort - it wasn't as if I wanted to drop everything and run out of there or that I was terrified - I just felt sort of like I wished he wasn't there and sad at the same time. Its unfortunate because he is actually a pleasant and very well mannered man but he's too old for me, I don't feel a connection or that we have any thing in common and I just basically don't want his attention. But I couldn't figure out why his attention or intent to get to know me was making me unhappy this time and then what was worse is I began to notice that my regular waitress DID want his attention, did like him and was flirting with him. That just made me even more uncomfortable until I started to feel just plain depressed.

I ate my meal, just got a little more quiet but maintained polite responses to his attempts to engage me and then I left when I paid my bill. At first I thought - okay so maybe I will avoid the diner a couple of weekends here or there, or I'll come with a friend, or I'll sit in a different section, mix up the times I come in and so on. But when I was alone walking to my car I just grew more depressed and vulnerable feeling as if I wouldn't be able to fend off his interest somehow. It was just a bummer, this was my breakfast spot and my waitress and my routine and he'd just waltz in and changed that. There I was minding my own business happy with my little routine and now it was something to be avoid. I felt like he'd just taken it away from me and there wasn't much to do.

I managed to shake it off for a little while but as I was driving on my errands I became more and more emotional about it until tears came to my eyes - I mean it was just so frustrating how bad I felt and not knowing why. Its not like I bawled I just ended up sinking lower and now I've been low down all day. I feel like I'm in a fog of sadness and vulnerability and I have no idea how to make it go away or what conversation I need to have with myself about it. Now everything I do trying to maintain my little weekend I feel so sad and sort of bad about myself it just makes me want to cry more.

Its just so stupid some guy want to talk to me at the breakfast counter and I end up crying? Over nothing. I just feel so unhappy about this change I didn't ask for or want but I have no idea why I would give a complete stranger - who isn't even very insistent or at all threatening - all this power over me. Why would I do that or feel that way? I just want to go there next week and have him not be there and for everything to go back to normal.

nice surprise

I am closing comments - just not interested in them anymore...

So... I had this guy over to quote me on impact windows - I so can't afford them - but I can't get over my reaction to this guy. I mean I just really liked him and I am surprised what a difference it makes because I didn't even think about that nervousness at all. 

I am surprised because I really thought I liked a couple different guys I have met in the recent past but with this one it was... I dunno, more of an intrinsic, compelling attraction and he was just different then most guys I met, I even really liked his name. But I can't really figure out what it was specifically about him that I liked so much - that's what's so weird. Maybe it was the give & take? It was funny we kept getting off the sales topic and just talking about stuff - it was like a date except I felt bad for kind of ignoring his associate (which comically enough turned out to be his sister). He was just so... man, I dunno. It wasn't like he was drop-dead gorgeous or anything but the minute I answered the door and laid eyes on him I just had this nice feeling about him that seemed to prevent the weird uncomfortable nervous thing from happening or even entering my mind. And it wasn't like I was undressing him with my eyes exactly - I mean, yeah, after a while when I realized that this funny warm feeling was an attraction to him I did have some uh, "thoughts" and I hate to admit at one point I did sort of look at his package when he got up to get something from his case. Man, its wild I never do that, never been that type of girl - what's up with that? Medication side affect? 

It really wasn't a sexual thing - I swear - it was an overall chemistry thing like I just really liked his laugh and I found myself cracking jokes because I wanted to hear more of it. Really wanted just to hear him laugh again - it was such a nice feeling because I think he liked me too. For a while after he left into the next day I kept sort of thinking about him in that curious wanting to get to know him way and it struck me how not really sexual it was, it was like I just wanted to hear stories of when/where he grew up. Man, really wanted to talk to him more and hear more of his subtle Hungarian accent.

Bums me out I won't see him again probably. I mean now that I know I like him I can't think of a non-self-conscious reason to call him. In a way it was just nice to know I am semi-capable of feeling that way about someone. Earlier today when I was thinking about him again I had a vague nervous feeling but it was more of a butterflies kinda thing and then when I felt asleep I had a dream about having Max's baby - I discovered I was 2 months pregnant when I didn't know it and figured out it was his and just thought if I never see him again I was so happy to have this gift and I kept holding my stomach looking at it in the mirror and just sort of falling in love with the idea of him and me. When I woke up I went back to thinking of the window guy and while half asleep daydreamed about what it might be like to go out with him or get involved with him - I was happy, then for a moment I almost had the hurty brain freeze moment but it was great because it wasn't so intense.

After it passed I was able to see it more clearly then before in my minds eye - it was like the PTSD has slowed down and I thought about how devastating it was to have needed someone for the first time (X) and been abandoned so summarily. Except I thought about it in this way that it wasn't devastating it was just observation, like events just clicked in place. I thought about how my PTSD brain found coincidences in events with him and although much of it was projection I was still kinda of appalled how much it replayed the injury in its own way. I mean that was the thing  Crush knew a lot of what happened and that's what hurt so much that he disappeared without comment. He isn't the same guy but the impact was similar because the vulnerability was so large - barely had a chance to scab over entirely and got ripped open again. For a minute I just kind of felt grateful that neither one of them ever asked for forgiveness simply because that meant I didn't have to give it.

The thing with this daydream with the window guy where I had the brain-freeze close call is that I sort of enjoyed it. I mean it was just like I could almost see that eventual fear carrying through to a different course. No specific course or happly ending it was just a different feeling and because it was so different there was longing but also immense release at the same time. Like all those good feelings I had had for the others flew freely instead of being tamped down or rejected entirely. For instance every time I think of something funny X said I suddenly get real serious or think of how awful he is or how much I dislike him.

Sometimes I remember events or relationships and the sheer intensity of feeling all mixed in together is too much and I grow to hate it because its always overwhelming and it never gets to be just pleasant or funny or even just simply sad in a passing way - its this maddening intensity that hurts my brain so I refuse to continue recalling it and maybe that's why I don't work through things. I dislike having this discussion with myself over things like I am my own 5 yr old and I have to spell things out. With this daydream moment it was simple for once - there was still a lot in there that I longed for but the risk of needing someone didn't seem so threatening. 

but i still can't afford the windows...

reno-torture

gesh it is frustrating to have a house and not be able to afford to fix it up. I burned through my initial budget and now I have to sit back a bit and I have no idea what to get done next. I have a bunch of smaller things I feel okay about experimenting with but that office wall in need of plastering and some other things I need a licensed trade person for - not so much. 

I am actually partially fine with it because it sort of forces me to prioritize and I can shop around for some estimates on things while I learn more and tinker with my stuff but the bummer is this place is just not up to speed for a roommate yet. The catch 22 is that I could better afford the renovations if I had a roommate. But of course no roommate is gonna want to deal with this stuff... 

I guess I'll have to restart with the office so I can move my stuff from the second bedroom to that room as I had originally planned. Then if I did a mini renovation on the bathroom then I could get a roommate and save up for some other things. Just not sure about the time on this.

I am so dying to redo the bathroom though - that pink everything is making me crazy. The toilet can't really be fixed but the sink & tub can be reglazed for about $400 bucks. Both genuinely need it because the surface is shot but the plus is I could have them reglazed in white and that would take a little punch out of the pinkness because it would just be the walls in 50's pink tile. And if I just paint the vanity this mini-redo would hold me over from a total renovation for a while and I could focus on the yard for a while. Although I feel kind of tired looking at the yard. 

caregivers holiday from caring

okay os sometimes I come here to be totally horrible - got it? Good, 'cause you're gonna need it.

Sometimes on the other blog site in this one group I had belonged to this one girl cames totally unhinged and melts down. Now, to be totally fair she has some extremely valid and good reasons for coming unhinged during this particular very real crisis but the thing that makes it hard to check in or say anything remotely encouraging or vaguely help or even hopeful is that she won't have it so its useless. I don't click her blog anymore because she is just venting and there's nothing to do. The situation she is in is especially painful for me to empathize with but I'd be up for it if she ever had a single positive response to any of life's challenges instead of "omg, I can't handle this I am falling apart". I mean the other week someone lauded her for being so strong or for just being there period and from then on all she does is go on a tirade about how NOT-strong she is and about how numb and non-existent she is. Its like okay you are weak then be weak and bad at it and just keep going til something else happens. But she just wallows.

What is so awful is resenting this when I know I can at times be the very same way. It's cohesiveness through resistance or something. I mean sometimes I react that way because people don't listen or are kind of insensitive and don't get it but other times it is sort of a tool. Its just hard because I don't see this girl coming out of it or finding anything useful and I don't actually want to empathize with that kind of hopelessness when I am trying to rebuild that quality. Its just hard to be selfless some days I guess. Just sucks all around because I really do wish there was a way to help her even if it were just listening but like I said she won't have that either. 

Sometimes I think that's why I never became a parent because I have the hardest time just standing by and watching and because I am so stubborn myself. Gawd my whole life growing up I was surrounded by apathy or stubborn resistance to hope and positive outlooks - I think that's why doing nothing but sitting around whining grates my nerves so bad. Even so the same applies: I still do it myself so how can I be so critical of someone in a genuinely hard situation?.... I dunno call it a care giver's holiday, I'm just tired.

That's kinda what I am on today - vacation from caring - I got up and looked at the house and I just can't do it alone today. All the unpacking and projects to complete. Yesterday I sealed up the new electrical piping and connector outside, then I cleaned, chalked and screwed in the threshold to my front door, then I trimmed the hedges in the rain and paid some bills online - I think that was enough and maybe I will get going again later today but right now I can barely even leave this room and look at it. Everything is unpacked and looks like a moving truck crashed through the living room and shit just spread far & wide through the other rooms but I can't help it there are a few things that have to be finished before I can really unpack. I already gave in to leaving the kitchen exactly as it is: yellow and stained. But so help me I am not unpacking or redecorating the bathroom until I paint that damn vanity! Just have to decide what goes best with this pink bathroom and poorly functioning pink toilet.... and do it with no money.

Okay back to work and caring about stuff...

silent place in the fireworks

I think I probably live in one of those neighborhoods where people shoot fireworks all night for the next 3 nights. Ah the joys of suburbia.

Today started out great because C & B came over to fix my electrical problem. We worked on it and talked about what's next and just general house stuff - I love it! I feel like the way people must feel when they join the parenthood cross section of society - suddenly there are all these people who know what you are going through and only parents can know your pain. Honestly it still irks me when D throws that in my face and of course he is such a drama queen that now he has to one up me by saying I have no idea because his new office house is soooo much worse. *eye roll* Yeah, whatever. But C & B where actually there with me, there for me - I didn't even ask B to do all this stuff but it was awesome to have things done and know they are updated correctly. It just made me feel so good even though I am still barely half unpacked, I have no idea where to put anything because I have no closet space. I don't think I will be ready for a roommate anytime soon but that's okay I'll just live here and enjoy my privacy and projects.

Sometime after we finished up we met up again at their place to have a bbq and swim in the pool - it was fun. They invited this guy friend of theirs and I'm not sure if it was intended as a hook-up but it was pretty relaxed so I tried not to get too nervous or self-conscious about it - it was good that I managed not to have any anxiety attacks over it but it was almost the other extreme... like an out of body experience in a way, or an out of self experience. I mean, this guy was just so not "me" - I was going along with the evening, trying to be pleasant company and wanting to be found attractive but the was no real connection. I don't think it was just me but at the same time it made me feel oddly numb. 

I dunno, it was like I was just so aware that there is no match for me. People always repeat that platitude that there is someone for everyone... except of course if you don't want there to be I guess. And I think that's where I am maybe. I just so fundamentally not want to be paired off or to see myself in that way that it won't happen. I think it just makes me sort of laugh at the other groups of people who say it happens when you least expect it - like you can really take that much focus off it when a friend invites you over and there is just one other person of the opposite sex there besides them. I felt sorta... well, not really bad so much as surreal over the whole thing - this guy, us hanging out, just wondering what type of girl he needs or wants or what his life and so not seeing myself in anything having to do with him beyond watching fireworks with some friends. 

I kind of wonder why I don't feel more lonely though?  I mean I don't see myself with anyone - I am incapable of imagining the guy I'd be with now a days. I think I would be okay with my dating life being over but there aren't many people you can really share that with. If you still seem fairly vibrant, engaging and fairly attractive people just expect it of you if you are single - and they persist in expecting it - so there's not really a graceful way out of it. People will wonder if you are gay, or I dunno, have "issues" or just generally what the hell is wrong with you. Now, most of the time I would go with anonymous "issues' if I have to but that's the point why do I have to? Why is it so not okay to not want a monogamous "serious" relationship resulting in marriage? I mean I did want that at one time,  just ran out of fuel to deal with the heartaches and bullshit and now all I have is the heart ache of trying to explain not only why it never happened for me before now but why I'm not interested anymore. Its just over, that's all.. wish more people could just let that be okay and stop reminding me I'm not enough, I need to be with someone to be someone.

Swimming against upstream I know but today I was thinking that when I was driving home - maybe anything is better then explaining why seeing it as all over is so soothing for me. I mean, I just feel safe this way - just grateful through & through about not being torn up over some guy or embroiled in hope of something that will never happen. Maybe that sounds terribly sad but its the truth - thinking about how I don't have to do any of this crap anymore is such a soothing thought to me. I think you can be hurt to the point where it is just pain better to be alone and safe. Its a quiet place inside to go home to.

still clicking my heels together

in the meantime, a miniature celebration: the knockdown ceiling went up today! omg, you would not believe how much better it looks already, even before it is painted. All the cracks and AC duct patches are totally gone. It was definitely a relief to see the "after" on this one because I finally feel like its really getting somewhere. Yesterday was such a tough day, even with the AC on I just scrubbed & scrubbed and sweated buckets but felt like I was getting NOwhere. This place is just so nasty & old. Then when I made my way home to the apartment my whole body ached all over again except this time my hands and forearms outright hurt and every move was en effort. I just hit the wall where every time I moved after that it felt like it was getting worse - stiffer, harder to move - I was practically limping in the door. I made very much the pathetic picture in my worn out spattered t-shirt and bruised legs but the cats weren't all that compassionate because it seems the food dishes almost empty. Well, I got a good talkin' to about that AND THEN we snuggled on the bed as I went over the budget and felt even worse. Later I took a long hot shower when I finally had the energy to stand. After I dried off I rubbed my whole body down with BioFreeze and lavender lotion, took a couple Asprin and went straight to sleep. But even so I was grumpy as hell this morning getting up so damn early again. I need 3 days of sleep and stillness. So sick of this, why do they all have to start at 8 on the dot? Looking over the budget I am starting to get nervous again. I wonder if I did the right thing pushing it so hard before I even move in. I can just barely squeeze in getting someone to paint the ceilings and the helper guy for Friday but I think he & I can get the place painted up pretty good as long as the ceilings are done by someone else. Today I think I just about maxed the Home Depot card buying the last bit of paint & whatnot. Still plenty of stuff to do like just mow the weeds for instance but I think it'll be enough to move in and be comfortable without freaking out over the bills. It really is a life saver that I don't have to start paying the mortgage until August because this month I am tapped out with this and paying utilities at two homes - it's gonna take about a month to catch up on just that. Ahhhh, but man the place did look good tonight when I left! Feels like someone could actually live there now and I am really looking forward to moving in for a change. I can't believe I get to live here. I wonder if the memory of what it used to look like and stink like underneath all the cosmetics will ever truly go away? I guess I need a vacation to really get new eyes on it.

flatness is god

I am still having the hardest time feeling appreciative of myself. Its not a problem of bad self esteem its more of a resolutely flat self esteem. Perhaps it is a genuine lack of esteem but sometimes it feels vaguely like a conscious choice to protect myself. As though being pretty or smart or attentive and caring amounts to nothing and I want to make sure to stay in that zone so I don't have to reflect on relationships that didn't work out or the confusion over why. Every time I slip up and like something about myself or feel sort of impressed with any quality it immediately results in mild self reflective sadness and then it evaporates instantly.

Perhaps there is nothing to do with this phenomenon but I wish there was some treatment aside from some insipid self-help exercise like listing 12 things you like about yourself. I could list plenty of things if it weren't for the crushing sadness that results at the half way mark. It simply doesn't matter and I can't see the value in that belief system because it's not going to change my track record or make someone love me more. The thing is I thought I had dealt with this and for the most part gotten over it but today I had another moment where it surfaced once again where I could see it. As soon as it did I realized I have still been doing it, it just went somewhat underground or had become part of the background noise in me.

THe other day someone said I was courageous for taking on this renovation by myself and I thought 1) like I have a choice? and 2) I wonder why people you know never share these types of observations? 3) it's such a meaningless attribute, it being true is moot. The next day someone said I was a very pretty woman and I felt exposed like it was dangerous in some way and I wished he hadn't said anything because I liked him and that made it harder to sweep under the rug. Most days it doesn't make me sad because I brush it off but today I looked down at my body and thought for a moment how appealing my breasts are, until I remembered how irrelevant it is. I hate what happened to me, I hate that I was probably complicit in it happening. I thought I had forgiven myself for this tragedy but its only faded and it wasn't all my fault to forgive. 

Still I don't understand how something that happened over 4 years ago left such a stain on me. I mean, I sort of refuse to believe it, I suppose but it is inherently incredible even for a person who holds onto things like I do. Then I think its a sort of re-injury but even then that was over a year ago and not nearly as intense or deep or "real" in the requited sense for that matter. I wish it mattered, I really do. And I wish it were fixable as such. I miss feeling sexy and really good about myself in a carefree way.

great day at casa de gecko

Today was the most exciting day since closing! The terrazzo guys showed up and got right to work and in no time they had all the tack boards off and were grinding off the nail heads. Then they moved on to patching the holes - which was really cool - I think he is still using too many gray pebbles but its so cool that just walking by you can't really see where the holes were anymore. Then the appliance dude showed up, fixed the washer, did the maintenance on the lint system, removed all the old non-working appliances, and brought in the NEW stainless steel fridge! Gawd that thing ever so barely fits and I wasn't crazy about the black sides and accents but its NEW & energy efficient! Before he was even done the AC guy showed up to finish the drawings needed for the permit and said they could start Friday. Man, finally it feels like its starting to shape up. I am absolutely stuff and sore from bending over, stooping and scrubbing the hell out of several walls and parts of the kitchen - I think I will still need help getting it all cleaned and painted but at least I got some more nails out, patched a bunch of holes, and washed the outside of the windows (inside is covered with dust from the floor grinding). I went to take a short break to shower off at the apartment and stop by the lender's place and give the loan officer this beaded necklace I had made. I make them now & then and always have about 5 more then I could ever wear so I give them away as gifts. The relator seemed so-so about hers but called a day later to say she's gotten so many compliments on it and thanked me again. The loan officer went crazy though, she loved it. Made me feel nice - she really deserves is she was with me since the beginning and really hung in there to get me to the finish line. She's so sharp and sweet. So was the insurance lady - just amazing women all of them.

D is still being kind of a creep and baby - I guess since he hasn't gotten his EXTRA house that he doesn't even NEED for a price that he can gloat about forever and a day he doesn't want to really be part of my experience in owning my first home. Not only did he pull his little drama queen, attention whoring trip yesterday (I can only guess because he knows I am busy with the house and doesn't want to house getting more attention then him) but today when I mentioned how excited I was in an email about something else he ignored remarks about the house and just okayed the ads.... yeah, the guy who I have to ask 5 times to look at something actually answered JUST about the ADS and nothing else. I don't care what anyone says he is freakin' weird as hell about the house thing. I mean STILL being a weirdly quiet and sort of unsupportive. I didn't let it bring me down today but I just thought to myself I should know by now to even mention it and look for a response, he will probably throw a bigger attention seeking drama next week. Bet ya $50 bucks. Not the biggest deal in the world I mean I just give him a little attention because it is easier then getting him to see what he is doing and we get on with life but it seriously made me not want him at a house warming party. Anyway I sorted that out in the drive over and by the time I got back to the house to check on the guys they had one bedroom sanded down - so awesome - this will easily be the happiest $1,000 I spend on the place. The floor is this really pretty light beige/white kind of terrazzo and they are coming out just like I hoped they would. It is amazingly hard dusty work but these guys were great to work with and be around - makes a huge difference, its one of those things I don't mind paying for after how icky the closing agent was or what a drama queen D is and hearing all the weird stuff about the previous owner from neighbors. It just made me feel so much better about the place, big exhausted smile on my face today when terrazzo guys left - I kicked back and napped for a few minutes to get a second wind for the last round of scrubbing before I finished up to leave. The nicest thing is having really nice neighbors - just one more thing that made me absolutely sure I made the right decision not going for a condo. I mean, I might of had nice neighbors there too but its just different in a way I can't explain. The guy next door came over to check on me, shared in my renovation excitement and reminded me his wife is home most the day and he gets home around this time so if i needed anything at all please just come right over. I kinda think they think I am younger then I am and single so they sort of want to look after me - its kinda sweet and innocent. The neighbor across the street is a tiny bit too clingy and I know she is probably anxious that I haven't come over to take the tour of her place yet so maybe I will force myself to do it tomorrow but today was another day were there was just too much going on - I was even too tied up to go chasing after the ice cream truck like I really wanted to - lol. Ah, man, today was just great all around. Exhausted but happier then I have been in a long time. I wasn't sure I would feel this way, but it really is so satisfying - so much so it was sort of more satisfying that I am single in a way and doing this all myself. It made me feel proud and like this whole experience is something that no one can take away from me. I can't wait to to see how the floors turn out tomorrow, then Friday is the AC (which will make painting slightly more endurable) and then Monday is Termite treatment and the AC guys finish up so I can finish up cleaning and get started painting so I can move in. Still crazy tight schedule but I think it will work out.

the mateless, eggless nest

More angry hurty feelings today. I guess I am still not over the crying episode in the car, in the rain yesterday. It can't all be just because some guy showed interest and it scared me. I am just so confused about what to believe and who to talk to about this and I worry about the fact that its gotten worse over the last year and not better. I feel like I am harping on things with Crush when it was never a real involved relationship but I can't seem to trace any other event that would cause such a reaction.

Today when I woke up the last thing I wanted to do was go to that damn house and try to find things I could do myself - no help, no professionals I can't afford - just me a step latter and a few tools. I don't want to do it so I haven't even gotten dressed today. I just sat up in bed and for some reason the first thing that popped into my head was what bad advice "put yourself out there - really put yourself out there" is. I was thinking back to the two last times I really put myself into something and really put my feelings out there and both times the result was devastating. I just fail to see how being absolutely sure someone knows who you are and just what you feel for them before rejecting you completely is a good thing. Its not, maybe the better advice is to pay attention when I am scared to put myself out there - I mean, duh, I probably have a very good reason to. I'm just saying that maybe that really is a better way to honor my instincts - and hell, to keep a few instincts intact.

I wish I had never taken a second look at Crush, I mean, I think I was right the first time I looked him and his life situation over and thought he was overbooked and would never change. I was right, when I suspected X needed more drama then I could provide and preferred psycho bitches that could give him that... I was right so why didn't I just respect my instincts and listen to what they were saying? I dunno, I guess because life would be even more boring, mundane and painfully lonely if I did. I can't even begin to consider what "my match" would be anymore. I can't picture myself with anyone and all I've ever gotten is confirmation of that every time I have put myself out there and it really doesn't seem to matter what kind of guy it is or how available they seem - I mean, look, at first everybody is trying to impress each other and the best foot it forward so how would I be able to figure out how available someone really is? All I am really doing is plumbing the depths of how good a presenter someone is and I've met some real Oscar winners.... let me pause here to throw up one more time recalling D explain the mating rituals of the average male and how much the love creating a picture and how my job is to sit through it because that's part of the whole romance thing. My gawd men really are fucked up I don't for the life of me understand why they get tagged as the logical one who don't let emotion rule their actions.... No, its closer to the truth that feel an impulse and don't question it, just just roll around in it with eyes closed. I just wish that didn't make them seem to be such lying pieces of crap just for sex. If they only had the first clue about what they are feeling that isn't a good idea to follow through on - I mean why is sex such a big deal anyway?Women are the ones that have multiple orgasms and you don't see most of them acting like sex crazed monkeys dancing with symbols in their hands for a little coin. I mean, ya know, outside of prostitutes because that's more of their job then anything. Otherwise can we get a grain of self awareness and restraint here? 

I don't have to have deep earnest feelings to follow through on an attraction, its just where I would prefer to invest my energy so why lie or lie of omission about your true feelings to get some action. Because they are thieving creeps with a very low center of personal integrity I guess. I seriously don't know what else to conclude. I really thought Crush was different and I thought he knew who I was and that that would somehow grant me a little consideration and protection for the typical firestorm of crap. But it didn't. Which is fine, I just don't think I'm ever going to get over how devastating the timing was or how easily this could have been avoided if I had never put my feelings out there at all. 

Some days I can almost pretend it never happened - on a really good day its almost as if I never met X too and I feel really good that way but days like today when everything is showing through the paint... I just feel the devastation and even though its not quite as bad as it was it still hurts incredibly bad to look at it and I feel really really sad about what has happened. I don't feel like its some kind of reward that I really showed them who I was and got the same exact answer I have always gotten - "uhm, nah, I think I'll take whatever is behind door number 2 instead, k-thx". All it does is make me see I was never pretending to be something I wasn't or hiding all that much to begin with and no body wants that.... I still wish I had zigged when I zagged and I don't respect any advice to put myself out there anymore - men don't really want that, they just want me "to sit back, relax and enjoy the show" they put on and not to be real, available or honest about any feelings - mone or theirs. And I feel so much so there apparently is no place for me in relationships. I would just prefer never to hear the phrase "put yourself out there and you'll find someone who really gets you" again and I would like for people (especially men) to stop saying how great I am when it gets me nowhere to be whatever it is they see as so great even if they are being honest, no matter how true it is.

That's pretty much the course I have been on for the last year or more and some days it really is quite fine - I mean that sincerely, I am quite delighted not to hurt so much - but other days I run out of reasoning and still don't understand what I am doing here with all these freaks. I'm not involved in anybody's life because there just isn't that place for me, I just wish I knew what else I was supposed to be accomplishing. Its just really hard to put myself into building and lining my nest today, that's all.

fix it

Today was just irritating, nothing is going right. The AC guys aren't starting when they are supposed to and of course it is messing up everyone after them so now I am working from the floor up which is what you are not supposed to do. I don't care, I just want it done now, I miss my job and I want to get back to it but I need a place to live a little bit more.

What really irritated me was the ceiling refinisher looking at my boobs when he didn't think I noticed. Actually I was pissed he didn't even try to conceal it that hard. Between that and scrubbing urine off the bathroom wall and I just hate men. They are so disgusting...oh and another thing I am tired of people commenting on the condition of the house and the weird choices the previous owner made. Look, the guy had some mental problems, let's move on shall we?!

Okay honestly it wasn't even all that so much as the AC guy expressing interest again through a compliment, except the compliment kinda irked me. He said he enjoyed hanging out with me and was delighted to find I have a personality in addition to looks. Yeah, it was nice but instead of appreciating it I got irritated by how men are always surprised about that - wow, I have big boobs AND a brain or wow, I have a nice face and some personality. It just made me think about how many times I've heard that and how many other women I know who are smart and attractive - what am I supposed to be flattered and impressed this guy hangs out with shallow flakey girls? 

Then I calmed down enough to realize I was being irrationally angry and defensive - and that's when I really got upset. He's young and dumb but instead of being cute I just had this sort of apathetic envy: I wish I was young and stupid too. I just felt sad because I couldn't see myself with him, couldn't see myself with anyone. I sort of miss it if it weren't so pointless. No one ever really saw themselves with me and I know that's just not going to happen. If it weren't so pointless to wish for it I might be able to mourn it somehow.

Of course I blamed it on Crush again and felt furious and sad it was never going to be made right again. But I feel more sad and angry at myself. I have to stop being so angry - I have to - but it's frustrating because I don't know how to. It seems to keep getting just a little worse not better and I don't understand why - I live inside my own body and my own head and even I don't know why so how can I hope it will just go away. I see my own heartbreak and I feel more heartbroken. I wish I knew how to fix i but every time I think about giving it up and starting again with someone new it hurts so much worse. It hurts worse then when I got hurt trying to mend makes me feel more broken