jumping in2004-10-29 @ 10:33 a.m..... i've been neglecting you for a variety of reasons. i guess the most influential one being that it was really hard for me to get back on the horse and write again after the stalker-scare. my other diary is still locked. i just started writing again 2 days ago. it still feels weird. but there is so much to sift through now. it's been building up like that cistern that i've been compared to. when my urn is full, it's not just water, but scraps of things - notes, paperclips, cloth swatches, trinkets and gears.... all swirling in murky water, that filters through the porous terra cotta shell.... to become clean and pure.... i know this probably makes absolutely no sense. but that's me. i collect things and fill up with thoughts, ideas, emotions, quotes, pinpoints of light - until i burst at the seams and release it all and then resume to filling. i know it's probably not the healthiest way to live a life. i've been told that this can even lead to a lot of mystery illnesses, even cancer. the stress of absorbing everything, no matter how grave or grandiose - without so much as a tantrum.... all to explode on one day when i toss it all aside and start afresh, clean slate. so i cut all communication with this boy, who had called himself my boyfriend, but he was never my boyfriend. it was so complicated. i knew i wasn't ready for a relationship, but he was. he was so ready he would have even accepted my noncompliance just to have me there. i said that's not fair. i can't take that responsibility and that guilt of knowing that he loves me unconditionally and i can't say the same to him. i told it like this: he has certain things in his life, goals, that he needs to reach. and they are straightforward and the outcome is easy to determine. the to-do list would look like this: all of those things have a set timeline, a definitive outcome. my to-do list, on the other hand, would go a little something like this: and so, you see - my list is a little more ethereal than his. so how can i think it fair to make him stick around with me and vice versa? he could obtain his goals: 1, 2, 3 just like that - but what about mine? mine are like, conundrums in themselves. and i guess what i'm realizing now is- i could never accomplish my goals as long as i have somebody by my side picking up the slack, telling me i'm perfect... . i don't need words. i need to know for myself that i'm perfect. and i am. i just haven't fully convinced myself of that yet. i'm working on it, i'm just that hard of a shell to crack.
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