That sucks that you had drama and bullshit associated with what was *supposed* to be just a playful and fun fling. People should mind their own business and not act like high schoolers about things (the people you trusted).
So...you still have dreams about Mr. West Coast, huh? I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you that I didn't still dream of Miss East Coast (funny how both our angsty feelings are tied up on opposite coasts). I was actually thinking about 'Celis today at work and I realized that this next February will be two years since we broke up. Crazy. Time has gone by and I do pretty well. I have learned that 'Celis is a can of worms for me emotionally that I would do well to let sit and not disturb. A sort of corpse in my past that shouldn't be exhumed and hung up in my closet to frighten me away from committment or to remind me of a loss that hurt me deeply. Still, though...I wonder about her sometimes and I seriously wonder if I will ever be that in love with anyone else again (hence...the dreams).
So yeah...the point of this long winded explanation about what I'm going through is that I can sympathize with your situation (as I have told you before) and the more I think about the unique particulars of my own craziness related to my bad breakup...the more I realize that 'Celis is like a lens that distorts light and life that passes through it and cripples objectivity in a unique sort of way. As a result, as anti-shrink as I am most times...I think that might be one of the few ways to approach such a traumatic fixation.
I hope that makes sense and you don't think I sound retarded here.
I hope your venting has helped you. I'm always here if I can offer anything (even if it is just a sympathetic ear).
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That sucks that you had drama and bullshit associated with what was *supposed* to be just a playful and fun fling. People should mind their own business and not act like high schoolers about things (the people you trusted).
So...you still have dreams about Mr. West Coast, huh? I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you that I didn't still dream of Miss East Coast (funny how both our angsty feelings are tied up on opposite coasts). I was actually thinking about 'Celis today at work and I realized that this next February will be two years since we broke up. Crazy. Time has gone by and I do pretty well. I have learned that 'Celis is a can of worms for me emotionally that I would do well to let sit and not disturb. A sort of corpse in my past that shouldn't be exhumed and hung up in my closet to frighten me away from committment or to remind me of a loss that hurt me deeply. Still, though...I wonder about her sometimes and I seriously wonder if I will ever be that in love with anyone else again (hence...the dreams).
So yeah...the point of this long winded explanation about what I'm going through is that I can sympathize with your situation (as I have told you before) and the more I think about the unique particulars of my own craziness related to my bad breakup...the more I realize that 'Celis is like a lens that distorts light and life that passes through it and cripples objectivity in a unique sort of way. As a result, as anti-shrink as I am most times...I think that might be one of the few ways to approach such a traumatic fixation.
I hope that makes sense and you don't think I sound retarded here.
I hope your venting has helped you. I'm always here if I can offer anything (even if it is just a sympathetic ear).
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