Well, crap. John Finley, you just ruined my day.
Because you know what I hate? What I despise? What I loathe?
Holy cow, do I detest uncertainty. I want to know exactly what is going to happen, when it’s going to happen, how it’s going to happen, and how everyone is going to feel when it happens. This ‘not knowing’ crap is for the birds.
So, with that being the case – I’m sure you can guess that I don’t handle change very well. Especially unexpected change. (Well, that seems kind of redundant. I guess most all change is unexpected really, isn’t it?) So, Mr. Finley, with your fancy schmancy quote – I guess I’m immature.
So, here we go. I’m going to throw caution to the wind and blog about something kind of personal here. I think it’s important to do that sometimes so that you, my reader, can know that I’m just as crazy as you are. Yes, I just called you crazy. I know you’re crazy. Know how I know? Two reasons. 1) You’re reading this blog. And 2) EVERYONE is crazy. And you’re one of everyone. So there.
So, fellow crazy person, I’m gonna spill my guts to you.
My relationship is going through another rocky patch. Hey, it happens. And I’m going to go ahead and own up to the blame in this one. Hands down, I admit it. It’s all me. But, for the life of me, I just don’t know what to do about it.
My boyfriend just took a second job as a bartender. I’m going to list the obvious reasons why this worries me first.
- Timing. He’s going to work nights/I’m going to work days (ok, he’s doing both actually). I’m going to work weekdays/He’s going to work weekends (Again: both for him). *Sigh*
- His life is going to change. He’s going to be surrounded by tons of new people. Tons of people that will be there with him when I won’t. *Sigh*
- My life is going to change. A lot of the time that I had worked into my schedule to spend with him will now be time spent alone. *Sigh*
- He’s a bartender. A bartender. I know life is not always like the stereotypes, but Hello? Being a bartender is sexy. We all know that. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a little jealous. Well, jealous isn’t really the right word here. I think insecure is more like it. That life is not my life. But it’s now going to be his. And it’s going to be the life of the people he’s going to be spending his time with. We may not have anything in common anymore. (Have I sighed yet? If not….*sigh*)
- There won’t be time for me anymore.
I could stop here. That’s a pretty good list and probably doesn’t need anything added to it. That’s enough to prove my point, right? You get it? Understand my worries? Yep, I could stop here. Enough said. I should stop here.
But stopping here would be a lie. And I don’t do the lying thing very well.
The #1 reason I’m worried isn’t even on that list.
Most people know how to keep their mouths shut and just let things silently hurt them. But I’m not most people. Until I have faced and dealt with a problem head on, it won’t go away. I have to say it out loud. I have to address it. When someone has hurt me, I have to approach them and deal with it. I can’t run from it, it’s just not in my DNA. I go to them, we talk it out, and then we go our separate ways. Sometimes healed, sometimes not. But either way, it’s addressed and I can have peace.
But this time is different.
This time I don’t know who hurt me. I just know that someone did.
Someone who is involved in my boyfriend’s close-knit group of friends blatantly excluded me a while back. I won’t get into the specifics of how it happened (they know, and I know – that’s all that matters), but it happened. And it hasn’t been forgotten. This close-knit group of friends are always together, and are always at the place my boyfriend is working. He adores them, and I don’t blame him. They’re great people. They’re fun-loving, they live life to the fullest, they’re great conversationalists. But one of them (maybe more?) doesn’t like me. And until I know who the one person was, it’s hard to fully let my guard down with any of them. Does that make sense? Until I know who not to trust, I can’t trust anyone. This is a tough situation for our relationship. Very tough. For both of us. And now a big fat spotlight is being shone on it.
So, what it all boils down to is this – I feel excluded. I have always felt excluded, but with Richard by my side, I was able to temporarily forget it at times. I knew I belonged with him, and that’s all that matters. But now? Now, he’s surrounded by that life that someone doesn’t want me in, and I’m not there. I’m standing outside of an invisible wall that I can’t seem to break down.
And his taking this job? Well, in my mind, the wall just got bigger.
I feel the pressure building. I feel the tension piling up and I’m not sure how to escape it. In the back of my mind, I keep hearing the faint ‘tick tick tick…’ of an impending explosion. And frankly, that sound is getting pretty darn annoying.
I’m getting pretty annoying.
“Every day I fight a war against the mirror
I can’t take the person starin’ back at me
I’m a hazard to myself
Don’t let me get me
I’m my own worst enemy
It’s bad when you annoy yourself…”
*sigh* Pink gets it.
Maybe that’s why I feel the need to write this blog. Maybe I’m looking for suggestions? Maybe I’m looking for help? Maybe I just don’t want to watch something fade away if there was something I could do about it and just didn’t know what it was. Maybe I just want to know I’m not alone in how I feel? That people understand? Sympathize? That there are more people like me and Pink out here in this world?
Or maybe I just need to hear that I’m selfish and insecure and need to get over myself. Yeah, that’s a possibility too, I suppose.
Maybe I just needed to vent.
All I know is that I have watched a friend of mine go through a very similar situation over the past ten months in her relationship (daytime job versus nighttime job – different lives, different friends, etc.), and I’m now watching as she adjusts to her new life as a single woman because it didn’t work out.
I don’t want that to be me. But what do I do?
“The one permanent emotion of the inferior man is fear – fear of the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable. What he wants above everything else is safety.”
– H. L. Mencken