What I learned from vacation.
I don't really like writing long rants about my personal life and I don't even LIKE going in detail about my personal life. But I feel like I have a lot to say and I don't really have anywhere to put it, so I'll put it here.
So I semi-recently broke up with a guy who changed my life for the better and hurt me more than I ever thought I could be hurt. This is like damage that runs down deep into the fabric of my being and skewing everything out of perspective so much that I can't even remember what I used to be like before.
I have a terrible self image. Logically I know I'm a moderately attractive person, that I'm intelligent, that I have better common sense than many people and that I have a talent for videogames, writing, art, and problem solving. I know these things are
true, I know I'm worth a damn, but it's so hard to feel like it. Especially after my last relationship (and he wasn't a bad guy, really he wasn't, I still love him and I still think he's amazing, we just have different ways of processing opinions and we didn't really... jive on the same level), I became extremely self conscious, terrified of intimacy, and I dwell on my mistakes to the point where I have to recite mantras (I don't want to say what they are) just to put my mind on something else. I feel like a broken person.
Fortunately I have some outstanding and amazing friends who are supportive and patient with me, even when I'm neurotic and annoy the hell out of them with my problems.
My friend Paul is one of them. He's from the internet (OH GOD) and he had some free time in December so he came around to my place. He's the reason I'm taking a break from Mizahar (and practically everything else). He's a great guy, and for a while I wondered at a romantic prospect with him. Nevermind that he lives across the country and I simply don't have it in me to begin a long distance relationships, especially after a serious one recently ended.
At this point I can safely say there are no romantic feelings. He's still a good friend, I still like him, and I'm still glad he came around. He doesn't find me repulsive (logically I know I'm not but again, I spent about three years being given reasons why I'm unpleasant to be around) even when I feel so insecure that all I can stand to do is curl up and feel sorry for myself.
It's nice, having someone want to be near me even when I have bad breath or I wore my old beat up jeans that went out of style ten years ago. There are a lot of people, especially on the internet, who I've gotten especially close to (to my surprise) and tell me what a great person I am. And I appreciate this, I really do. It's part of my equilibrium of self loathing and other people's opinions (I'm SO unhealthy xD). The thing is, on the internet, people only know about you what you give them. It's so easy to lie about who you are. You don't even have to try. You can give some truths and withhold others. Everyone does it. You can complain about this a-hole who cut you off in the turn lane but leave out the fact that you didn't signal. People know what you want them to know.
So, often, the people on the internet who care about me might not know enough about the real me to really judge properly. This applies to real life, too. I have friends I know and hang out with, but they only see a socially relevant me and not the shattered still-recovering me.
Paul came from the internet, and because he was around me for basically every moment of a week, he came in contact with a real me (I'd known him for 2 years or so anyway so we were already pretty well acquainted) and even STILL he thinks I'm an great person. I'm a little amazed by that. My head is trying to figure out how he's just mistaken or postponing judgment or is secretly changing his opinion, but logically I know that that's just me letting my ex control me (still).
So, maybe, I can stop being neurotic and paranoid and just accept that the people who care about me do know enough about me that I can actually believe them when I get this positive reinforcement that I so desperately crave sometimes. I think something shines through, past whatever deceptions I attempt to put in place, that people innately pick up on and that I can't hide or mask or distort. I'm still intelligent, still witty, still patient, and still honest even when I leave out the fact that I was just as brutal to my ex as he was to me (if not more), that I let my room get so dirty that sometimes I have ants, or that pretty much every problem I have is the result of my own doing (or not doing). Even if I don't mention these things, people see the decent side in me that exists, even if I don't utilize it as well as I should.
Sorry this entry is so whiny. I just needed to say something. I know I'm not ready for another romantic relationship yet. But I think, with some help from my friends, I can go back to being a normal person again.
Vic and Sev, you should know that I was thinking of you both a ton while writing this. <3 you guys.
/EMO RANT