That's Aspen, Colorado. My parents are talking about moving to Colorado in the fall. Correction: my parents and I are talking about it. I'm pumped. I wanna go. I love St. Louis, but it's toxic: same people, same places, same thoughts and thoughts and thoughts. Maybe I'd come back. Probably. But it doesn't have to be right now. Right now is the time to explore everything. It's my time.
This semester is going to completely eat my lunch. More so than I had originally thought. For Spanish I have journals twice weekly and 2 hour homework assignments every night. For Brit Lit I have journals, and for nonfiction and for senior seminar. I'm sorry guys, I just don't have that much to say. It may seem like it, but that's because I talk in circles and I've heard tell professors don't like that very much.
I'm also very lonely. I don't understand why people won't talk to me. Is there something perpetually in my teeth? Do I smell funny?
On top of all that, my key broke in my apartment door last night and I had to stand outside in the nine degree weather wearing Chucks. Cold goes right through that little bit of rubber. I went to some friends' house until the fix-it guy came to open our door and felt like I probably shouldn't have been there.
Everything is kind of miserable right about now. I just want to graduate. I don't care if I'm wishing my life away. I've done this since I was little and it's served me just fine.
I am issuing a formal apology to my mother.
When I was really really little and really really mad at my mother, I intentionally stepped on every crack in the sidewalk, not knowing, of course, the reality of these such things.
Sometimes, nowadays, when I'm walking down the sidewalk, I go out of my way to step over every crack, in hopes that maybe I can kind of take it back.
I'm still learning how to do this, every single day, every step of the way. For example: not talking to my ex worked really well for over two weeks. Then he contacted me. And I answered, because it always makes me mad when people don't answer me, so why would I do that to them, even if they are my ex? We hashed some things out, and I had a glimmer of hope for our future. Then I saw a picture my friend had tagged of himself on facebook, and in the background my ex and his new girlfriend were making out. There were a ton of pictures of them together. Let me just throw myself a very brief pity party and say this: there are no pictures in existence of us together like that. That being said, I burst into tears at the sight of it. That would not have upset me, at least not like that, a few days ago -- before he contacted me. This all made me realize that I am not even remotely ready to take on that friendship. I need new things in my life first, I need an emotional independence. I cannot live this angry anymore. And I really wasn't all that angry when we weren't talking. So that clears that up: we're still not friends, and we're still not talking. Plain and simple.
The downside of all this learning how to cope? It takes for fucking ever and it hurts like a bitch.
The upside? I'm going to be a professional at fixing myself and coping when I'm done.
Edit: By the by, one other little note about those pictures that's a guilty thought and I have to get off my chest: my ex looks terrible. Not in the "I hate my ex" kind of way but in the "Oh my god, what the hell have you been doing to yourself?!" kind of way. It shouldn't matter to me, but I am worried about him. The bones in his face stick out. His face! I can't even imagine what his ribs or hips must look like. And he was wearing a shirt that my best friend gave to him a very long time ago when she went to New York, and he hasn't been able to wear it because it was always unbelievably small on him -- like, child-sized small. It is now baggy on him. I'm concerned. But again, it doesn't matter to me. Just had to get it off my chest.
Am I happy?
Well, that's a doozy of a question. As a matter of speaking, yeah, I'm pretty happy. I have good friends, I'm about to graduate college (a year early, no less!), my family is awesome, I'm going to Spain in short of five months, my 21st birthday is in two months as of yesterday, and college graduation is exactly four months away as of today. I'm going to work this summer, living at home, saving to spend either the New Year or St. Paddy's Day in Ireland and a couple weeks the following summer in Germany. I'm going to re-vamp my bedroom to look all growed up. I am on the dating scene and it's exciting and I'm completely ready for it.
There's something I'm not happy about, though. I'm not happy about having to sever my closest friendship. But he was hurtful, he was difficult, and I was always in serious emotional distress. The more I tried, the worse everything felt. And so I had to end this friendship. I don't like it. I miss him so, so much... but I miss who he was when he was younger. He changed, and I don't like the person he became, unfortunately. So I was in mass amounts of emotional and mental pain. Now I am numb. It's like a sliding scale: I was very low on the scale, and ceasing transmission took me up just a bit on that scale to where I can't really feel anything. No where near the middle, and certainly not up into the happiness end of things... not in that corner of my life, anyway. I'd rather be numb than hurting. I'd rather have my old friend back than not have him in my life at all. But some decisions had to be made, and I'm coping.
So yes, relatively speaking, I'm happy.
I'm waiting for a man to prove to me that not all men suck. Because so far, my experiences, while limited, have not been positive. And now I'm trying out this online dating thing, just because... well, hell, I'm always up for new experiences, and what can it possibly hurt? So I'm trying this out, and -- neat! People are contacting me. And then I look at the brand of people contacting me.
One guy starts spewing misogynistic bullshit. I mentioned in jest that I'm kind of a bum and he replied, "Can't count on you to clean, then! haha! I'd just have to Nazi train you!" Funny guy. Went on to say that Truman, my school, the Harvard of the Midwest, the Princeton of the Prairie, would be "easy as fuck." Now I have to hit you.
Another guy sends me a message saying "Hey beautiful, what's your number?" A little forward, methinks, but no matter. I deny the number exchange but say fine, let's chat. He replies, "How was your New Years'? Do you wear boy shorts or thongs?" Block. Blockblockblock.
I'm waiting, gentlemen of the world. I am sitting back (kind of), waiting for an attractive guy with a little respect up his sleeve who doesn't find humor in hurt. All you have to do is show up, and trust me, I can do the rest.