I've triiieeeedddd, but it hasn't happened yet. Though it doesn't help that I'm still living at home & I feel like I have to do the most to help around the house, helping care for my little sister & "returning" the favor for my dad letting me continue to live at home by doing a ton of chores, so it's hard to feel like I can have a good amount of free time, especially now when I have 3rd shift & I basically get no alone time since I sleep when they're at work or school.
...there was this friend I've known for a year and a half, liked a lot of similar things even so she was also a staunched pop music gal, being submerged with that circle of friends, and having an self-deprecating demeanor; besides that, she was probably almost my doppelganger. We ended up making plans on going to this year's San Diego Comic Con last year. During this time, she's battling throat cancer and eventually beaten it in October. I suppose I get motivated like a super nanny whenever someone is stricken, rather physically or mentally, but we started to become "cute" to one another sometime after it went to remission; we started to become closer, our bonds.
This was probably around that time that an
spark occurred that made me start to fall in love with her.
Playing Triforce Heroes with her was an joy even with it's flaws and then we started sharing digits (we already had our street addresses for Christmas cards the previous year) and then we started talking privately much more often to the point where it would seem like we were a couple, sharing bits more information about each other, sharing our joys and fears,
becoming closer. Come New Years Day, I started treating her like she was my girlfriend and on that same day she eventually told me that she was only a friend to me and told me not feel bad for making such a mistake.
I should have been
banished from her life and was willing to accept such a consequence but she told me not to feel guilty about it, that all I had to do to make her my New Year's Resolution was to be "a good friend".
So, things relatively went back to normal, abet being a bit more emotionally distanced on my part. But, something changed during this January, probably after the 8th when she started to become less responsive, potentially a bit cynical, and a lot more colder; noticing that she was frolicking to everyone else like usual while it was starting to feel like I was being left in the dust like some fuckboy and she only was connected to me because of some obligation based on our history together. I eventually asked her if something was wrong with me...no response. I've been starting to feel stressful about this when nothing else distracted my mind, fearing that we were becoming distanced; that eventually, it would not be cancer that takes her away from me but it would be...me. I tried communicating with her but she rarely did, being stone cold factual when she ever did. I then started to go through some additional bodily troubles and it made me ask her again but by revealing both the fact that this isn't the first time a friend, not to long ago, pushed me away from her life for unknown reasons and that I might die like my father and brother before I could plead her on what was wrong with us in an attempt to convey that I was not being desperate out of being an man but someone who has a dissolving body and that I have experience of this Question Mark fucking me over before and fearful that I'm going through it again.
No response.
Despite what appears to be social cruelty, I still tried giving her the benefit of the doubt due to my history of fuck-ups; still sitting with the default possible motivation that this silence was my fault despite conjuring up all sorts of theories on why she was doing this to begin with. Was around this time she stopped responding to me privately and around the end of January, she responded to me publicly once, again being stone cold factual about what her schedule was. I still tried communicating back on both channels but nothing. At the start of February, I decided to try calling her. No answer and no voice message. The next day, I tried again, same result. The third day, the same.
Later on this day though, I noticed she blocked me on Twitter.
Then I discovered every form of electronic communications we've been connected to were removed.
One of my greatest fears came true.
I've sent her a simple birthday postcard but no response. Otherwise, it's been 6 weeks now since she banished me from her life. Despite all the reevaluations of every response I've made to her during January and all the advice I've asked which have lead to different theories...I ultimately don't know why she did this. I've hinted about this before if anyone else noticed but this is the gist of it. I want to have her back and just forgive her and pretend none of this happened but I must acknowledge the possibility that I may have been used rather then misunderstood. As far as I know, she's still being that semi-popular nerd that people who have the same tastes and mindset like a lot while I'm confused & frustrated on why she left me being confused & frustrated, with almost all of these friends being none of the wiser on what I am going through. She started become something that meant everything to me, a being I was willing to move heaven and earth for, even if she never loved me back the same way I wanted to for her and I wanted to believe she knew and fathomed that. She appeared to respect that but maybe she was thought of my feelings as something else despite, at one point, telling her that I loved her and she responded with a Star Wars emoticon of Leia's famous quote "I know"...or worst, pretending to understand that (or maybe there some 3rd party involved in witch I too am a victim of ; thank heavens my friend reconnected and kicked out that fuckboy from her life)
I was willing to be selfless
for her and yet she appears to deny me even that.
The Question Mark is truly a horrific thing to experience when it comes to bonds; most go through this personal drama by romance yet here I am experiencing this over trying to be a good buddy. Maybe she is an attention seeker and I became old news; maybe she freaked out over nothing despite doing my best to communicate my concerns about us...maybe I somehow fucked up trying to convey my fears despite doing my best not to...I don't know...and the worst part is that I may never know why.
I haven't stressed about this (besides that one Snapchat glitched notification that I mistaken her trying to reconnect) since taking the advice of others, but despite knowing (and told by one) that the best solution here is just let go and move on...it's kind-of hard to not since this is the unknown I'm dealing with, where hope always drifts around (and add in all the pop culture and entertainment that been happening this year that, if things were different, I would be gossiping the hell and back with and not being able to her sometimes stings).
I believe I will survive this, that my linger for her will slowly drip away by time, at least. But as of the moment, it's mentally complicated to "grab the hatchet" to detach myself from her right away even so it may be the best choice...all because of that god damn Question Mark.
TL;DR:
I'm no longer friends with someone I am in love with for unknown reasons.
I has no love for any topic in education, just wants to play games*
Whats motivation in life.
I've made my peace that I probably was a daydreamer during my middle and high school days, thinking I can make a career in fun without actually thinking how to get there during these times. I coasted, always was decent at that and, unfortunately, that lack of motivation stayed during my public college days and I ended up flunking a lot of classes where all these fun distractions really were part of my life. I wish someone told during my youth that that thinking like an adult or be motivated to the mundane was going to be an needed skill in life and it will be something you will have to hone in 'till the day you die.
I do want to create things, badly...yet I consume and it's so easy to remain in this comfortable spot I've been since middle-school...I try telling myself that whatever point in life you laughed, it was probably worth it...been told to not regret the major life choices I've made...I try.