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An extremely long thought bubble on relationships…

I have decided that I am officially done looking for a relationship. Why? Because it just doesn’t work that way. I really don’t think that good relationships happen when you look for them. It results in high expectations and feeling like you have to rush things. What are the foundations of a good relationship? Friendship, communication and teamwork are. Hands down. When you first meet someone, it takes awhile before you feel comfortable with a person and know how to effectively communicate with them. Obviously, it can take years to get to know a person inside and out depending on the situation. In terms of an argument, how well you know the person and your ability to communicate can make or break it. Feelings are so easy to hurt and words are so easy to misunderstand, making it really easy to get into a fight with someone – but if you are programmed to know how to help them understand you better without hurting their feelings, this kind of thing can be avoided.

I have seen so many people fail miserably at their relationships (myself included) just because there was a lack of communication. I have also experienced failure simply because there was no friendship, no foundation upon which to build a relationship. If you can’t be friends with someone, how the hell do you expect to be in a committed relationship with them? How do you know this is someone you want to be with when you don’t even know basic things about them? People (myself included) have ended relationships when they have discovered something about their partner’s personality, lifestyle, etc. that was a deal breaker for them. Then, they act surprised at this. “Oh my God, I can’t believe Phil likes to look at animal porn. I can’t believe I would ever date such a monster!” Come on… if you were actually friends first, you would have seen that at some point (A very dramatic example, but you know what I am saying). I have a lot of guy friends. I will admit that about 99.9% of the time, I had a crush on these guys at first. I am glad about this for two reasons. First of all, guy friends are valuable for many purposes  – they can give you much insight into the male species of course, offer advice, and help you realize things about yourself that you never realized were attractive or unattractive to men. I think if you can be the kind of girl who is friends with a lot of guys you are more likely to be a great girlfriend – if you pay attention to what you hear. Second of all, in getting to know my guy friends that I used to have a crush on I was able to see things that I hadn’t before. I’m glad I’m not dating some of them! I can see how much of a train wreck it would be and I just don’t want to go there.  I think this can be said for the reverse situation (guys with many girl friends) too.

Friendships are difficult enough without sex and love. Right now, I am finding myself in a very difficult place with a lot of my close friends. A lot of it is just growing up and getting older and having different goals and paths. Some of it though is just in getting to know myself better and getting to know them better. Some people just don’t see eye to eye, some people just don’t get along and some people no matter how hard you try cannot be on the same team. You know how some people are born to lead and some are born to follow. You can’t have two followers on a two person team! So in that “getting to know a person” adventure, your relationship changes. People mature at different paces. I can constructively criticize one friend, for example, and she will be OK with it and appreciate my input. We have “adult” conversations on a regular basis, out of which I always get something. We still have fun though, but at the same time I don’t feel stagnant when we spend time together because I always get something out of it, I feel satisfied and I don’t feel stressed out when I talk to her even if we are venting about problems! I have some other friends that are incredibly immature, can’t take criticism, and keep making the same mistakes over and over again essentially INVITING drama into their lives – these people stress me out after awhile. It isn’t because I don’t love them, it is just because we aren’t on the same page seeing things eye to eye. In time, maybe things will get better. If not, you move on. Everyone goes through rough patches now and again and everyone has room to grow.

That said, you cannot CANNOT CANNOT expect someone to change for you. Another major mistake I see people making all the time is going into a relationship with the idea that the person will change. It just leads to frustration, fights, hurt feelings, terrible drama! Ladies, I know it is in our nature to nurture, protect, fix things, baby others, etc… do not let this blind you. It is so easy to settle for a man who has potential but isn’t quite there yet. We think we can fix them and make them want to be a better man. Thing is, we can’t fix them mostly because the majority of them probably don’t see themselves as broken. Men have to want to be better men for them. They aren’t going to change for you. Maybe this happens on rare occasions, but I know I am damn sure as hell not going to change for any man. Take me as I am. What you see is what you get. We need to keep reminding ourselves of this when making a decision to date someone. We need to look for people who are what we need them to be already instead of people who have the potential…maybe…possibly… This goes along with the whole team work/compromise thing. No one is perfect. No one gets their way all the time. Cooperation is key. Everything in the universe is like one big machine working together and so are we as humans so when we can translate all of that into a relationship, things will run smoothly! And much like machines, relationships need care and attention. You can’t expect to just sit back and ignore a relationship and have it continue along, running just fine. You have to keep it greased up, keep it moving, pay attention to it, and talk nice to it once in awhile when no one is paying attention :]

Another issue I have experienced… communication. You cannot expect someone to do something or stop doing something UNLESS YOU TELL THEM. You have to tell people what you need and want, like and don’t like. Especially when it comes to men! Sorry boys, but you really aren’t the best at taking subtle hints. No one is perfect. If you are miserable in your current situation because your partner isn’t showing you enough affection then you need to SAY SOMETHING. If your partner’s pet nickname for you is Fatticus Pumpkin Pie and this offends you because you are sensitive about your weight you need to SAY SOMETHING. Chances are #1 if you speak up, they will feel more comfortable speaking up about what is bothering them and #2 they might be having the same exact issue but were afraid to speak up about it! Holding in your feelings and bottling them up is only disaster waiting to happen. Eventually the cork is going to come undone and all of the negativity you have been saving to “spare someone’s feelings” or “prevent an awkward moment” are going to SPEW out and probably not in the most sensitive, tactful way. So really, you are just prolonging the hurt feelings and awkward moment and making them ten times worse. Just say what is on your mind. I have found that people respect you way more when you are completely candid and blunt about your feelings. If they can’t respect you for that, obviously they aren’t comfortable with their own feelings or just an asshole and you shouldn’t be with them anyway :]

This has become incredibly long and I just meant for it to be about me. Oh well. Anyway, back to me! I have been doing a lot of thinking since my last failed attempt at a relationship. It failed because of many of the things I mentioned above. We didn’t know each other and we rushed into things, there were a lot of expectations I think, most of which were unspoken. I wasn’t comfortable with this “thing” at all because I wasn’t comfortable with the guy. I didn’t really understand why it felt so weird, but I kept telling myself it felt weird because I wasn’t used to guys like him. I didn’t have any sort of emotional attachment or lustful urge towards the guy and I felt like he didn’t even care about ME he just cared about the IDEA of me – meaning I was the thing on his arm making him not a divorced, lonely guy. I tried to get to know him but it all felt so superficial and forced. I felt like maybe things would take off a little if I had sex with him – this made things worse! It opened my eyes to how awkward and forced it all was and how this was not at all what I wanted and I felt terrible that it had to be like that! Very rarely do I NOT enjoy sex to that degree and man I really did NOT enjoy it at all. So I knew it just wasn’t right and I wasn’t upset that I had to break it off so that was just more confirmation that he wasn’t the right guy for me.

I am at a point where I am incredibly frustrated with my lack of success in relationships. I have been thinking quite a bit about why this is and I have come to some really amazing realizations. I tend to have some patterns that I can’t seem to break. First is that my relationships are usually all or nothing and tend to go one of two ways – 1. The other person isn’t invested in the relationship and/or doesn’t really care about me like I care about them. I give way too much and take too little from a relationship, settle for much less than I deserve and end up getting myself hurt and treated like shit which is not satisfying. 2. The other person is way more invested in the relationship than I am, wants to move things along much faster than I do, is incredibly clingy and attached and overbearing to the point where I feel smothered. I run away from that and become annoyed and disgusted and want nothing to do with the person who ends up becoming extremely upset and getting emotional, giving me a huge guilt trip or going completely psycho on me! Why is this I wonder? The problem I am having is finding that happy medium. I don’t want a man who is clingy and emotional and disgusting but at the same time I don’t want someone who doesn’t care about me and treat me the way I deserve to be treated. Am I asking for too much here or just looking in the wrong place for guys? How is it that these relationships seem to be on completely different sides of the fence? I think this has a lot to do with the whole “rushing into things” idea – either I am rushing or they are and neither is healthy. Just more proof that I am right on with the whole “being friends first” thing.

The second pattern I see myself constantly falling into is having expectations that are way too high. My parents and family have always expected a lot of me and I have always expected a lot of myself. I sometimes think that I expect way too much at times. I tend to bring these expectations on everyone else, usually in an unrealistic and unfair manner. When I expect so much out of someone, I am almost always guaranteed to be let down in the end. I set myself up for failure and I set the relationship up for failure. I blame others for not being what I want them to be when it isn’t even their fault – it’s mine! This isn’t fair for them or for me. I need to focus on the relationship in the present situation and enjoy the moment instead of worrying so much about the future possibilities. I also need to set clear expectations in the beginning and communicate my needs better so I don’t get upset when things aren’t going how I want. I can’t expect someone to be on the same page as me if they don’t even know what page I am on!

It is difficult to pinpoint exactly why things are the way they are. I did realize, however, that I am very balls to the wall with my emotions. I feel things very intensely and I often feel them very quickly and these feelings are subject to change under various circumstances at any given time.  I will typically have a strong like or a strong dislike towards something/someone that doesn’t change easily. For example, if I dislike someone when I meet them for the first time it is usually a long and difficult process to get me to like them if I do. Because they are so intense, I think that it is difficult for me to control my emotions and get a handle on them. Most of the foolish, stupid mistakes I make are due to me making a decision based on impulses and thinking emotionally instead of rationally. My intuition does serve me well – I am able to sense when something isn’t right and it usually isn’t right. Although I am very intuitive and able to completely trust my gut feelings, they are often masked by emotions. When I finally see through the emotions, I feel very silly and it becomes quite obvious what really was going on. By then it is usually too late to fix the problem.

Another obstacle that this creates is trying to share my feelings with others. I feel so intensely about things, but it is very rare that someone else can understand that. This becomes frustrating for me. I feel alone and alienated at times and me feeling like that actually causes me to push people away in my frustration. I need to understand that just because someone isn’t *as* excited as me doesn’t mean they aren’t excited. That just because someone isn’t *as* happy/sad/in love/amazed/curious/etc. as me doesn’t mean that they aren’t at all. They might just be a duller shade of that emotion. I feel sometimes like I experience emotions in HD and most others experience emotions in something slightly above black and white. This is both an AWESOME thing and a SHITTY thing. I think this issue becomes even worse when it comes to men, because from my experience most men tend to be pretty much black and white with their emotions. Either they like something or they don’t. Either they are o.k. or pissed off. Very rarely do you ever see a man jump up and down in excitement and clap his hands while shouting “YAYYYY!!!!!!!” I do this several times daily. I need to learn not to be offended, but just to understand that people see things through different lenses.

Realizing these two patterns is so powerful and empowering. I think that is the hardest part. Fixing the problem, although it might take time, is way easier. Although it may be frustrating to use trial and error and fuck things up a bit before getting it to work again, at least I know exactly what is wrong.

So in all of that, I have made the decision to just stop looking. Have you ever looked desperately for a lost item, searching hours and hours through your house to find something in the most ridiculous places – and messing everything up in the process – you don’t find it! The next day when you aren’t even thinking about it, it turns up right in front of your face? Yeah, I think that’s how this works. I think I lost my focus on the now, on enjoying the moment when I was looking desperately for a relationship. I searched high and low and did everything I could to do and say the right things and look in the right places for the right men and set my standards higher and lower and in between. I did all of these ridiculous things! But I finally realized that it isn’t a matter of looking, it’s just a matter of letting things be.  Love is a natural thing. It grows without being forced to grow. Sure you still have to take care of it to a point. Tomatoes will still grow even if you don’t use all sorts of fancy fertilizer. Leaves will still fall off the trees. Bunnies and mice (and welfare mothers) will continue to reproduce at alarming rates… you just have to give it time and let it be and everything will work out. When it is fake and forced and rushed it isn’t as nice. I would rather fall in love slowly and have things be just right than get in over my head thinking with my irrational emotions and end up married to someone I can’t stand and stuck in a shitty situation. The right person will come to me eventually as long as I keep making friends and keep an open mind. Yes, it is frustrating to think about how many guys I know, how many of those guys I don’t even want to be friends with and how many of my friends I would never, ever date in a million years. But you never know when someone amazing is going to pop into your life out of nowhere and change it forever. Kind of like the lost shirt you looked for – you knew it was there, you dumped out your dresser drawers, you moved your bed, you looked in the fridge and you couldn’t find the damn thing and then the next day you realized it was right in front of your face.

Yeah, I’m the hopeless romantic that is starting to realize that love tends to be just like that. So I am going to smile about that for awhile.

Myspace blog from April 18, 2009

Thoughts…
1. Why can’t people just be honest?

And I don’t mean just “telling the truth” I mean like being BLUNT and putting it out there.

I have more tolerance for the stupid, hurtful, silly things that people do that way. It’s human to act like that – we all do it. But when you try to make yourself look perfect like you don’t make mistakes or do things you know are hurtful… come on. Own up to being human.

2. Where are all the men that know who they are and what they want? You know what, make that people in general. I realize it’s quite difficult to figure those things out sometimes, but it seems like most of the people (at least the ones I meet) have no fucking clue and aren’t even trying to get there. How can you not want to figure that stuff out? Maybe it’s just in this area. I should move back to Buffalo or far, far away and maybe then I will meet some people who fill my requirements. But probably not.

3. There is this “void”… this missing piece of me. I don’t know where it came from, what it is or how to fill it. I’ve tried to but I still feel empty somehow. What is missing in my life? I feel like I have everything covered. Am I not seeing something important? This void is physically painful, if I think about it. It literally feels like I was married for 60 years to my soul mate and they suddenly died. Perhaps it is time for me to take a trip to Lilydale and go talk to a medium.

4. Why is it that this time of year, every year… it almost never fails… why is it that people (specifically guys) who are no longer a part of my life try to jump back on the Liz train? I don’t understand… is it spring fever? Were they all busy and suddenly April just freed up and it seemed like a great time to try and get ahold of me? Weird. What makes people want to reconnect after something that [obviously] failed miserably? What makes someone think, “Man, I was wasted the entire time I dated that girl and I treated her like shit. I should give her a call.” ? Maybe this is a symptom of the “I don’t know who I am or what I want” disease that people around me seem to be having. (not EVERYONE thankfully.)

What have you been thinking about?

Myspace blog from March 30, 2009

you had me floored from the start
so go ahead and grind my face
into the carpet some more
so unexpected you were
you swept me off my feet
and knocked the wind out of me
and i can barely breathe
with all the weight
of how much i seem to need you

all my thoughts seem to lead
straight to you
my mind a racing blur of emotion
in your arms i felt so safe
you cut to the core of me
you get under my skin
you infiltrated my defenses
tore down my walls
i am left vulnerable
so vulnerable
i hate this
i hate this
i hate this

was it intentional?
the way you broke down my guard
and let me feel safe
my hope climbing to the tallest towers
and smashing on the ground below
i lie here bleeding
and feeling betrayed
as you play it off innocently

but you are not at fault
for my rage
my anguish
this burning aching feeling in the depths
of my gut
my own stupidity has caused me this mess
a lack of self control
a lapse in judgment
my childish impatience
my needy nature
i alone am to blame

my soul a dark cell
with glimpses of light peeking through suddenly
and leaving just as quickly
where no one can seem to reach me
again i am alone

Myspace blog from March 24, 2009

The Sighting… or, Lizzy-ism-ing for Kara

So, this is my way of dealing positively (at least for now) with a potential emotionally harmful situation and also my intense curiosity.

Background Story: I was basically sleeping with Dude off and on for over a year, letting myself believe foolishly that something would come of it. Finally, I decided I was tired of the endless confusion and hurt and realized I deserved to be treated way better. I completely cut it off without saying a word. I deleted Dude from my life. Now, you would think that maybe…just maybe, if you are sleeping with someone for over a year and all of a sudden they stop calling you, texting you and myspace-ing you that you would think, “Hey, what the hell happened to her?” or maybe that’s just a female way of thinking. Anyway, Dude never said a thing. Ouch, that kind of hurts because it suddenly became even more obvious to me that he in fact did not give a shit about me. 2 months later, I am still curious as to how that is possible after a year of sleeping with dude. I begin to ponder about the awkwardness of running into him, the inevitability that it will happen and where and when it will happen when it does. I figured I would run into Dude at Wegmans, at WalMart, some place in Geneva, at a bar, or he would just show up somewhere when Kara came to visit. 2 weeks later, it happens… but not where I thought it would.

The Sighting: Early morning 3am Saturday March 21, 2009… we are at Petro on a late night drunken food adventure after Lauren’s birthday celebration. We are beign obnoxious in the bathroom of said establishment. We walk out of the bathroom and BAM! All of a sudden… there’s Dude! *brief moment of me freaking out followed by awkward forced conversation followed by more freaking out* So…why the hell was Dude by himself at Petro at 3am? I just can’t figure out any logical explanation. I hesitate to send him a message if not only to avoid the terrible, terrible outcome and massive overanalysis that will occur upon his response or lack thereof. He certainly didn’t say anything to me, not that it should surprise me since apparently he finds it normal for someone to stop talking to him after sleeping with them for a year… moving on.

My Story:
Friday March 20, 2009 11pm: Dude has spent entirely too much time alone in front of his computer smoking endless quantities of Cannabis and looking at boobs on webcam chat. He is going slightly crazy from lack of social interaction, mind altering substances and the consumption of nicotine, diet soda and freezer pizzas. His eyesight begins to degenerate from hours upon hours of staring at two computer screens. Dude decides to venture out and get more smokes and diet soda as he has run out. Upon leaving his house, Dude is confronted by a foul-smelling, dirty, crazed looking individual. This individual happens to be your average Genesee St. crackhead. Due to Dude’s diminished level of consciousness, he thinks the crackhead is a zombie. Dude panics.

Friday March 20, 2009 11:30pm: Dude freaks out and runs screaming to his car, the only means of escape as he is cornered by the zombie. He nearly hits the poor “zombie” as he peels out of his driveway. Dude assumes the worst: zombies have taken over Geneva and he must get out immediately. It is only a matter of time before the infestation spreads to neighboring communities and he decides his best option is to head for the country and find an abandoned house.

Saturday March 21, 2009 12am: Dude zooms down 14A and veers onto 318 hoping it’s not too late to stop by the Waterloo Premium Outlet to loot some supplies. On his way, he makes a stop at the North Seneca Sportsman’s club to see if he can procure some firearms as the mangled tire iron he has in the back of his Mazda simply will not do for protection. As he breaks into the Sportsman’s Club, an angry redneck attacks Dude, thinking the Sportsman’s Club is being robbed. Dude instantly assumes this is yet another zombie that must be exterminated. He dispatches the poor angry redneck, hitting him over the head several times with a pool stick. Dude steals the various array of shotguns and ammo out of the redneck’s pickup truck along with a 30 rack of Red Dog. Dude speeds off to the Outlets.

Saturday March 21, 2009 1am: Dude arrives at the Outlet Mall. His lengthy hours in the dark walls of his apartment in front of his computer have skewed his sense of time. He thinks it is actually 6pm and assumes that the zombie outbreak has spread to Waterloo, causing the outlets to close early. He finds a large piece of concrete in a pothole and throws it through storefront windows in order to loot essential supplies. A coincidental glitch in mall security results in his escape. The police have not been notified of the break-ins and the authorities do not come to arrest him. Dude continues to panic as the techno beats in his car and his Cannabis buzz cause his paranoia to intensify.

Saturday March 21, 2009 2:00am: Dude decides to head north past the Thruway. Upon seeing the Petro station, he realizes his sudden need to drop a serious deuce and thinks it would be nice to grab some chicken fried steak at Iron Skillet for the road. On his way to the bathroom, he gets distracted by the Arcade. After some time, he remembers his dire situation and heads into the men’s room to drop his massive load before continuing on his zombie escape. Once he is in the bathroom, Dude gets distracted once again. He is perplexed by the various dirty things that truckers have written on the walls of the bathroom. In his relaxed and relieved state, Dude comes down from his high and completely forgets about his quest to escape the zombies. “Wait, what the shit am I doing here?”, Dude wonders as he leaves the bathroom.

Saturday March 21, 2009 3am: As Dude exits the bathroom, he runs into a group of drunk girls being obnoxious outside the ladies room. He notices one of the girls and realizes it’s this really awesome girl Liz who was totally all about him for a mad long time and loved his baldness. “Hey, whats up!”, Dude said as he thought about what a sex-goddess she was and what amazing back rubs she used to give him and how he completely fucked that all up for himself by being a douchebag. Suddenly, his gaming instincts kicked in and the need to rush back to his computer and smoke the reefer overcame him. He got in his car and drove away. The End.

Myspace blog from February 11, 2009

Haiku time.

How did you find me?
You seem to speak my language.
Is this meant to be?

You’ve captured my heart.
You cut to the core of me.
I ache to the bone.

I need to get there.
The distance seems infinite.
Is it true for you?

What will this become?
Will your arms ever hold me?
Is there a future?

Do you see it too?
I will be your Lizzy
If you promise love.

Myspace blog from February 8, 2009

I’m Done
I am done with unfulfilling, unsatisfying, hurtful, meaningless, pointless, RIDICULOUS “relationships” with men.

I am done making excuses for these men and for myself and prolonging the inevitable (disappointment, broken heart, etc.)

I am done with men who claim that they do not know what they want, act like they do not know what they want, and mean something completely different than what they say.

I am done with anything but honesty.

I am tired of men who string me along for sex, completely oblivious and apathetic of my feelings.

No longer will I continue to have sexual relationships unless an emotional relationship and commitment is involved.

No longer will I respond to calls at 2am from drunken idiots who want a piece of ass.

I will no longer fool myself into thinking that if I sleep with a guy for a year and a half, he will eventually fall in love with me even when he told me clearly that he does not want a relationship.

I will not pretend things are what they are not or imagine men how I want them instead of who they are.

I will not twist things 50 ways to make them meaningful. I will not overanalyze or overthink. I will not hear only what I only want to hear.

I will not make excuses for men or blame myself when they are not treating me in the way I deserve.

I deserve to be with someone who cares about me, thinks I am awesome and tells me that often.

I will not be with a man who uses alcohol or drugs excessively to avoid his feelings or problems. I am worth being sober for.

I will not expect a man to change his ways, especially not for me.

I will no longer make the first move or do the chasing. I will no longer work for a guy’s attention or feel bad if I don’t get it.

I will not accept “hanging out” as a date. I will not accept “lets meet at the bar for drinks” as a date. I will not accept never meeting his friends and/or family.

I am done with emotionally unavailable men who have no regard for my wants or needs.

If you are not acting like a friend, treating me like a friend and saying/doing things a friend would say/do, you are therefore most certainly not my friend and I most certainly should not be sleeping with you. Goodbye. Get off my contact list.

I will no longer create grandiose stories and epic adventures about why a guy hasn’t called me.

I will no longer make an effort to spend time with someone who doesn’t want to spend time with me.

I will not repeatedly text, call, or myspace a guy because I am convinced they are too busy to text, call, or myspace me since obviously I am oh-so-very unimportant in their busy, important world. Fuck that. I should be a priority.

I will no longer give out second, third and fourth chances freely. If you fuck up, you are done. And if you truly think you deserve a second chance, you’d better do something pretty god-damned fantastic to get one.

I refuse to be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they are going to do.

Better than nothing is not good enough for me.

I refuse to tolerate cheating. I refuse to be “the other woman” or “the dirty mistress”.

I will no longer waste time on men who have already rejected me.

I will no longer compromise my self esteem because feeling shitty about myself and my shitty relationship is supposedly better than being lonely.

If I start to feel avoided, anxious, or deceived in any way I will take it as a rejection and move on.

I am done with meaningless relationships and short term flings.

I refuse to throw myself at a guy who is shy and convince myself that’s ok.

I do not need to beg someone to ask me on a date. I am fabulous.

I am finished being a doormat. I will no longer allow men to walk allover me and make me feel like shit.

I deserve to be valued and adored, not treated like an object.

I refuse to settle for less than I deserve or lower my standards for the sake of avoiding loneliness.

Amen.

Myspace blog from January 1, 2009

2009?
What happened to 2008?

As I get older it seems like the years fly by faster and faster.

Looking back on the year I see how much I have changed… how small, seemingly insignificant steps have caused major growth. How small, seemingly insignificant decisions have had HUGE consequences.

I am not necessarily proud of some of the decisions I have made, yet I can’t help feeling a sense of growth, a sense of maturity. I feel as if my view of the world is being stretched and warped with every choice, every action, every consequence. People I thought I knew have suprised me and are no longer the people I knew before. I have come to realize the place I once belonged is no longer existant, and where I belong is once again unknown to me.

I have realized that change within me occurs at a different pace. Change around me happens so much faster or slower. I am starting to feel how I am tied to the universe. I am starting to accept that everyone else’s time is not MY time. But why is my time seem always after everyone else’s?

I was happy but I was sad last night, sitting around a table with my friends waiting for midnight. How is it possible for me to be so painfully happy and so painfully sad all at once? The energy in the air was so positive. Probably the first new years I have celebrated in awhile without being drunk. It was a whole new experience for me. I was surrounded with people I love, although that love has shifted and changed since last year. I was waiting and hoping for another love to come, and he did not… I felt selfish for whining about it.

A friend pointed out that all that matters is I am with people who love me. Why was that not enough for me? It is difficult for me to be single, childless – even though it is what I want and need right now – when my closest friends have already reached that stage of their lives. Lauren and Todd married with 3 kids. Niciy and Mario engaged, taking care of Nina and talking about starting a family already. Why is it that my friends get to experience that kind of love before me? They always have. It makes me lonely. It makes me feel like I am doing something wrong. I have always felt as if I am on the outside… this makes me feel more like I am on the outside.

So at midnight, there I was sitting between two couples yet so alone. Niciy and Lauren made it a point to kiss me before their husbands. Yeah, I get it… they are showing me how much I mean to them. I still couldn’t help feeling like a pity case.

My friend said to me… she doesn’t think it’s my time right now. She said she thinks it will be after I finish school… that everything is just going to happen at once and snap into place. I can’t really help believing her. Things tend to happen that way for me… ironically, I hate that. I get overwhelmed and feel out of control when too much change happens at once. But that has always been the case for me. I don’t want to be too optimistic and think I will have a fairytale ending to my life, but things tend to naturally occur that way for me… just falling into place somehow. I just hate waiting, I hate being in this “limbo”… not knowing and just waiting. Waiting for school to start, waiting to get accepted into the nursing program, waiting to find the man who makes the universe stop, fall into place and suddenly everything makes sense. How long do I have to wait?

And so I wait… but I can’t help but wonder what 2009 will bring to me… Will I have more pain and drama this year? Or will I have a year full of wonderful things? Will I continue to be stuck in a “limbo” or will my life continue to move forward as I have wanted it to so desperately?

We drank champagne and laughed, I smoked a cigarette with Niciy as she poured her heart out to me and confided in me. I felt guilty for some of the feelings I had toward her just a month ago and remembered why I love her. I went inside and laughed some more with my drunk friends and remembered why I love them too. I waited patiently to drive them home and couldn’t help but laugh at them in their drunken states… running around the bar taking balloons like children. How symbolic it was for me. The four of them dancing and laughing… I made a video and sent it to Kara. It was so perfect… just like a movie. I drove them home and my car was so full of balloons I couldn’t see out the back. How symbolic… me on the outside, me completely sober, me feeling the most adult of the group yet the most childish as well. Filled with joy and sorrow all at once. I wished for Jay. I wished that he had shown up and passionately kissed me at midnight. But that wouldn’t have fit the theme of my story. It would have been like Nora Roberts writing a chapter in a Chuck Palahniuk novel. I thought of love – of how much love I have, how much love my friends and family have for me, how I deserve to be loved, how I want to be loved. I thought about how this feeling would expand with the addition of a soulmate, of a child. I thought about the love I have for myself that grows and grows… and how it will continue to grow. I wished I had balloons… I wanted to set them free into the sky. Release all of the baggage from 2008 and make room in my soul for 2009. A new year. A new chapter. How will this one end?

Myspace blog from December 8, 2008

You probably don’t want to read this. Seriously. It’s just another rant about my complete lack of ability to deal with the opposite sex. So just forget about reading this.

Why can’t people be honest and up front and mature about their feelings? Or be accepting of people who are.

I just wasted like 3+ weeks of my life essentially throwing myself at a guy who I knew was interested in me but is shy around the opposite sex because he’s never had a girlfriend. So in order to make him more comfortable, I really put myself out there. For 3 weeks! The entire time, I was extremely stressed out about it because I had to do all this work just for the smallest result. I constantly pushed the issue, I asked when he was going to take me on a date, I asked him to hang out all the time… just to make it obvious to him what I was after so he would feel more comfortable asking me to hang out and talking to me.

This is something I would never do with anyone else but I was under the assumption that if I did it, I would get results… and I started to. For every small little step of progress that happened it was like 2 steps back. I made plans with him one night after work and he ditched me to go drink with his friends… or I would go out with the group and try to talk to him and flirt with him and he would go get drunk and do his own thing while I hung out with his friends. Then he started ignoring me almost completely. Then he started making sexual comments to me out of nowhere… are you kidding me?

But I kept going for it because by this time it was a fucking mission for me. “Seriously!” I thought, “What the fuck do I have to do to get this dude to date me?”. I thought it would be the easiest thing in the world but apparently not so much… which I should have realized in the first place because nothing is ever fucking easy for me. Keep in mind that my frustration is growing immensely as the days go by.

And with that frustration my insecurity issues start building up because thats what starts to happen when I don’t get what I want, or when something becomes difficult for me… I attribute it to myself and not the other person or thing. So I start thinking maybe I am doing something wrong. Maybe I am sending off the wrong signals and he thinks that I only want to sleep with him. Maybe everyone in the world thinks I am just some giant whore who wants nothing but to sleep with every man on the planet and thats why no one wants a relationship with me. Oh wait, maybe its just that no one wants a relationship with me because I suck and I’m not good enough.. not even good enough for the almost 30 year old man who has never had a girlfriend. Maybe I’m too ugly and too fat and too weird and I will never be good enough for anyone ever. I have lost all confidence in myself and in the fact that this will work out and I no longer believe this guy could possibly be interested in anything other than sex. I have completely disregarded everything that has been told me by his friends, by my friends. It doesn’t matter now.

So all of this shit builds up for a few days as this guy continues to ignore me for no apparent reason and then all of a sudden I get a text from him on Saturday apologizing for ignoring me because he was busy at work. OK cool. It doesn’t make me feel better because I think, “Well if he was really all that interested in me at all he would MAKE time to talk to me and make an effort to talk to me even when he was busy.” So we continue to text and he makes some more sexual comments to me out of nowhere and I tell him that I don’t want to be treated like a piece of meat. He says, “You know you like it.” and thats where things really get interesting.

Basically he accuses me of messing around with his friends and why am I doing that if I supposedly like him. He actually took something I said word for word and repeated it to me. He told me thats what I said on Tuesday after he left when I texted his friend. Completely out of context… I was texting him for completely different reasons and apparently it was assumed that I wanted sex. So he basically tells me to fuck off and leave him alone after I try explaining things to him and the next day when I try to apologize again knowing he was sober and less likely to be a bitch about it he tells me he doesn’t hate me, he doesn’t want a relationship and that we are friends. WHAT THE FUCK.

First off… I am pissed because someone is talking shit to him about what I am doing and saying to his friends. I don’t know who said it but I have my assumptions. I can’t be too mad on one hand because it can be taken as someone looking out for their friends. On the other hand… stay out of my fucking business especially when you don’t have your facts straight and if you have an issue with how I am treating your friend come to me first and talk to me about it. I am also starting to freak out because I don’t know who said what to who about what and I feel like people are talking about me like I am some kind of deceptive whore and who wants that kind of reputation?

Second… what I do (or don’t do) with other guys is none of his business at this point. We aren’t together. He hasn’t even taken me on a date. I have nothing but information from his friend that he is interested so why would I stop my life and be faithful to someone when I don’t even know if he wants a commitment? I can do what I want. I’m single. I expect guys to say the same thing to me in this situation if I freak out about it.

So before he freaks out about me messing around with other people, he needs to get his facts straight and he needs to give me a slight clue that he’s interested in a commitment. I have been screwed over so many times at this point in “trying to get into a relationship” that I refuse to be committed until I have to. It hurts a lot less when a guy randomly decides that he isnt interested in you. And I told him this.

So what does he go and do? He tells me he doesn’t want a relationship and that we are friends. After 3+ fucking weeks of us dancing around the issue. So my suspicions are proven correct, as usual, which furthers my cynical attitude about men. My frustration level explodes through the roof after so long of throwing myself at him and not getting results.

And fuck… my feelings are hurt. Big time. Because once again a guy has decided he’s not interested in me and I feel shitty about myself because obviously I am not good enough for someone to want to date. It doesn’t even matter that he is probably lying about it and does want a relationship but hes so freaking stupid and bullheaded and insecure about himself and about my history with his friends that he shut down and gave up. Which also hurts my feelings because now I am apparently not even worth trying for.

So I spent my Sunday night crying and frustrated and feeling shitty about myself because of some stupid guy that’s not even worth it.

So I am trying to convince myself its not worth it to be upset because I deserve better than that. I’m trying to convince myself its not ME or anything I did. I’m trying to convince myself to be done with stupid BOYS that can’t act their age and can’t come to terms with their feelings and insecurities and be open and honest with them and who lie about what they want to make themselves look all big and bad. I am trying to convince myself that I don’t want to deal with another Bob and thats what it would be. I am trying to convince myself that no one is talking about me like I am a whore, especially my friends and even if people were talking about me the information was misinterpreted and it wasn’t meant to be like that.

I’m really mad at myself for constantly lowering my standards and acting like I don’t deserve better than shit like this. I guess I kind of do it to myself. If a guy isn’t mature enough to be honest and up front about shit in the beginning then he obviously isn’t going to be that way… ever. So I just need to stop doing this to myself and not be accepting of anything less than what I want even if it means being lonely.

Whatever maybe I’d be happier alone and not dealing with stupid penis thinking bullshit. :]

Myspace blog from September 20, 2008

I hate people…

So on Monday, I met and hung out with this dude the other day and he seemed like a really cool person. I was really excited at the idea of having someone new to hang out with. He told me that he thought I was cool and was looking forward to hanging out again.

Keep in mind that he is the one who initiated EVERYTHING. HE started talking to ME. HE asked ME to hang out… twice (even though he had to cancel last minute the second time)

Just as suddenly, this dude has completely stopped talking to me. He deleted me from myspace, he blocked me on AIM and he stopped texting me. For no apparent reason. We didn’t have an argument or anything. I didn’t say or do anything that I can think of that would make him do something like that… so what the fuck?

I’m really confused and disappointed, but most of all hurt. Why would someone just do that? Seriously?

I try really hard to be friendly, outgoing and kind even though I am shy and sometimes have a hard time connecting with people. I constantly struggle with trust issues because so many people have hurt me but I try to get over it and move on and tell myself that not everyone is hurtful and shallow. Then something like this happens and once again I am left feeling like I did something wrong and that I am somehow such a terrible and awful person that someone wouldn’t want to be my friend.

Basically I am left with one of two options and neither are very positive… a: keep letting others hurt me over and over again in an attempt not to be lonely or b: keep putting my walls up and not let people in to prevent myself from getting hurt and remain lonely.

Should I pick option A and see this situation happen again and again?

Or should I stick with option B and not let people in? People who very likely could turn out to be really awesome friends. For example my friend Jeff who I repeatedly blow off and refuse to hang out with simply because I am terrified of letting someone new in and being vulnerable in any way.

When did I become such a freak? I don’t remember having these problems or at least noticing them until now. I have a handful of fabulously awesome and amazing friends, all of which I am incredibly thankful for. (You all know who you are and I love you dearly) But I can’t help feeling like I want more. A lot of my friends are far, far away. The rest either have kids or work a lot or both and don’t have a lot of time to hang out spur of the moment.

There are a few people around that I sort of know, or are friends of friends, or are people that I only hang out with when I am with other people. I can’t really call them and say, “hey, want to hang out?” cuz I don’t know them well enough… and honestly, I don’t even know if they really like me or if they are just being nice because I am friends with someone they know.

And maybe I could try a little harder with people… but fuck man I am so sick of fucking trying and doing all the work. Why can’t people want to hang out with me? Why can’t people ask me to come do stuff? Why do I always have to be the one trying to build a relationship with someone else? It just isn’t fair for me to have to put in so much effort and get barely anything in return. (Not mentioning any names here…)

If there is something seriously wrong with me that I am not aware of…maybe someone should let me know. I mean I like to think that the friends I do have are my friends for reasons other than simply knowing me for so long. Gods know I wouldn’t want anyone to feel fucking obligated!

Maybe I just got lucky and met like 8 people who were willing to overlook the fact that I am a complete and utter freak that no one wants to be friends with and decided to be my friend based on one or two fabulous qualities that no one else bothered to see. And maybe I should just shut the fuck up and be thankful that I have these people around and realize that maybe I don’t need anything else.

You know, I don’t even TRY to be cool. I don’t TRY to do things to make myself look better than I really am because I learned that it didn’t work. That was what I did in high school and kept doing it until I realized I was comfortable enough with myself to say, “FUCK EVERYONE ELSE! I’m just gonna be me.” It seemed to be working for awhile. I have mad respect for people who are who they are and in my humble opinion people like that make better friends anyway.

But when I am comfortable with me and think I am awesome and have come this far to be honestly able to say that… its a pretty big blow when other people don’t feel the same. It hurts pretty bad no matter how much I like myself.

/end pity party

Myspace blog from July 13, 2008

Liz – 1, Bob – 0!

So, I woke this morning to a lovely picture message from my ex.

So, apparently this is supposed to make me jealous and sad?

Puhlease.

Its sad that someone who is almost 30 has to pull 14 year old high school immature bullshit like this to make himself feel better.

Seriously, grow fucking up and grow some fucking balls. Have the maturity to tell me how you really feel instead of trying to make me feel bad to make yourself feel better. What are you trying to prove? That you can “do better”?

The only thing that you are proving is that you are a FOOL and that *I* can do better.

Be careful where you step and who you fuck with. Tell me, how many of your “friends” are going to be left after your money runs out? No one wants to be friends with a pathetic sloppy drunk with issues. Especially one who relies on someone else’s suffering to be happy. You’d better not let those people see this side of you. When they do, you wont be able to pay them enough to stick around.

As for the girl… I send my blessings. She can have you. All 2 inches.

You think I’m playing games with you? Shit, dude. I haven’t even started.
dumbass

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