My girlfriend of two years broke up with me just over a month ago. As much as I want to say I'm over her...lets face it...I'm not. Conversing, dating and seeing other girls has helped, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm taking advantage of them and using them as rebounds. It makes me feel like a douche bag. I still think about the times we had together. I think about how we used to cuddle and look into each other's eyes. I miss her kisses and the amazing sex he had. I loved sleeping with her, waking her up with a kiss and listening to her say she loved me, in the most pure innocent voice I've ever heard in my life. I miss having someone to hold, someone to love and someone to take care for. I miss all of those feelings one gets in a relationship. I absence of those feelings and that intimacy makes me feel naked and vulnerable. I want it back so bad...
Overall, my frustration is the result of being told how great I am my entire life, and how much I will amount to and how successful I will be. But despite my best efforts, very few things work out. Sure, no one's life is perfect. You can't always get what you want. I have a lot to be grateful for. I'm very lucky. However, there are so many days when I would trade all the shit I have for true, real, down to Earth friends and someone to love. I envy people so much.
People always talk about how smart I am, how creative I am, how interesting I am, how nice I am, how distinguished, confident and poised I am, ect. Folks have always said I'm an amazing guy and more than deserving of good friends and a lovely lady. And yet, for some reason, I've never had that many friends. Yeah, I've had my fair share of girlfriends. I'm not a virgin either. I just wish I had the social life that (I assume) everyone else has. It's not like I'm an asshole or have malevolent intentions. I've learned how to give myself reasonable expectations. Whenever I go out, whether its with friends or a girl, my only expectation is to have fun. When I'm on a date, I'm not expecting to get a kiss, get laid or get a girlfriend by the end of the night. All I want is to make others happy and help them enjoy themselves. Nothing else matters when you're alone and have no one special to share life with. I love being alone at times, because it allows me to think and do my work. But there are other times where I can't stand it and have intense, burning desire to be around people. I don't want people to feed me compliments or boost my ego. I just want honest, cool people who like me for who I am and allow me to make them feel good. And I'm not pushy either. I know how to take a hint. I don't think I'm desperate, clingy or obsessive either. I know when to back off. So I don't know what the fuck is going on. What gives?
I was so happy when I had a girl who loved me and allowed me to help her. For years, I dreamed of having such a relationship. After a lot of work, pain and heartache, I finally got what I wished for. Words can't describe how amazing it was. It was infinitely better than what I had anticipated. But now, that feeling is gone. It was a like drug. I'm addicted and MUST have it. I can't live without it. My life, no matter how good or stable it is, is incomplete with out it. If all the balls aren't in the air, something is wrong. A lot of people have warned me that I'm a perfectionist. That explains why I hate pretty much despise all of my art when I'm done with it :lol Once in a blue moon, I'll be content with my work. But I guess that is something all artists endure. No (good) artist wants to be complacent. They want to improve, and enhance their craft. Anyway, I digress...
So yeah, I'm pretty fucked up and have a lot of pent up anger, sorrow and frustration. However, I wake up every day, and tell myself that if I work hard enough, and persevere, that things will eventually go my way. One day, I will find a close circle of friends who respect me and I will find that girl who let me be the man of her dreams and sweep off her feet. I know those sort of things don't happen over night and it's immature and naive to expect it to be that way. But damnit, I wish i they could. I want to love people and allow me to love them, but they make it so fucking hard. It's like they don't want me to be their friend.