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I need to write this down before I forget/have to take a nap.
This is the best summer of my entire life. Every single day is exciting and unexpected. I’m not second guessing anything and I’m really and truly loving everything.
I am really happy right now. And I don’t want to forget it.
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Fiona Apple, You’re a Gem
I want you. You’ve had your fun you don’t get well no more. I want you. Your fingernails go dragging down the wall, be careful darling you might fall. I want you. I woke up and one of us was crying. I want you. You said “Young man I do believe you’re dying”. I want you. If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days, you can look in my eyes and you can count the ways. I want you. Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget. I want you. Since when were you so generous and inarticulate. I want you. It’s the stupid details that my heart is breaking for. It’s the way your shoulders shake and what they’re shaking for.
It’s knowing that he knows you now after only guessing. I want you. It’s the thought of him undressing you or you undressing. I want you. He tossed some tatty compliment your way. I want you. And you were fool enough to love it when he said. “I want you”. I want you. The truth can’t hurt you it’s just like the dark. It scares you witless, but in time you see things clear and stark.
Go on and hurt me then we’ll let it drop. I want you. I’m afraid I won’t know where to stop. I want you. I’m not ashamed to say I cried for you. I want you. I want to know the things you did that we do too. I want you. I want to hear he pleases you more than I do. I want you. I might as well be useless for all it means to you. I want you. Did you call his name out as he held you down?
Looooooooooove stripes !
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Recently, I decided to take an indefinite moratorium from dating — because I noticed that I was increasingly getting caught in a romantic cycle of bad behaviors, and the only way to stop was to cut myself off. I could spend all the time I wanted blaming the people I was dating or blaming the accuracy of OKCupid’s compatibility algorithm, but I was the one enabling my own romantic destruction. At the time of writing this, I’m now two weeks sober from dating: 14 days, 336 hours, 20160 seconds. In that time, I have not gone on a single date or bad date, spent ludicrous amounts of time on OKCupid, backslid and romanced an ex, stalked my exes on Facebook, utilized my Cellular Rolodex for a late-night booty call I’ll regret later or made terrible decisions at bars. And the only time I cried while eating was during the Parks and Recreation finale. (Somehow, the fact that I had a half-eaten sandwich dangling in my mouth just kept making me cry harder.)
What is an SSS? An SSS preemptively strikes down most of the relationships in their life, even potential friend relationships, because they don’t think they are worthy of being liked or loved. For an SSS, even the idea of someone being so close to them and seeing their flaws projected in HD is utterly terrifying. They ask themselves, “What if they don’t understand me? Or see that I have the worst dandruff ever? Or notice that I hold my stomach in on dates — so much so that I’m out of breath by the end? Or figure out that I’m not funny, I’m not as clever as I think I am, I’m an awkward hugger, I’m terrible in bed, I have a huge nose, I have an irritating voice, I hate shaving, and I really like just wearing what I wore the previous day because it’s easier?
Part of me takes pride in these eccentricities, because having no filter is in my genes and my mama gave ‘em to me. However, I think there’s a difference between “brazenly telling it like it is, being open and being yourself” and “fairly overt self-sabotage.” And the more I talk to people about their dating and their personal habits, the more I realize I’m not alone. We all say that we want to be happy, we want the perfect partner, we want the job, we want the life, we want to have it all, but how emotionally ready for it are we really? What usually happens is that we don’t get it or we keep ourselves from it — because we are nervous, scared, not ready, etc. — and we drive ourselves bonkers obsessing over it and stalk other peoples’ lives on Facebook instead. We ask, “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I have what other people have?” We learn to believe we don’t deserve to be happy. We deserve the pain. We deserve to be a mess.
Because it’s not just about dating; it’s about the decisions we make, and the emotions we choose to let ourselves feel. There’s something to be said for occasionally being a “Hot Mess” and making mistakes, because what else is your freshman year of college for? However, we also need to learn and grow from our bad decisions for them to be meaningful, or we will just keep repeating our mistakes forever. If you get caught in an endless cycle of bad hookups, bad dates and bad relationships, you’ll never find time to reflect and take something away from those experiences. You’ll think that’s all there is, like someone who looks at a stereogram and just sees a bunch of dots. You forget to look for the magic inside.
Holy balls.
