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Origins #26

12 Jan

When last I left you, I was explaining that I’d nearly drunk myself to death in the fallout of what happened with my boss’s daughter, Rene. The hangover lasted over a week and that gave me plenty of time to think about why I’d gotten so drunk, or more to the point, why what happened with Rene had affected me so intensely.

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I didn’t think I was that into Rene before we hooked up, so why had her rejecting me hit me so hard?

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A big part of it was that I felt blindsided. I thought I’d handled a really weird situation about as well as I could have, and I thought I’d been gutsy to to have a go despite putting a lot at risk to do so. It felt like I’d been victim to a really weird bait and switch and I couldn’t figure out why anyone would do that, least of all Rene.

REEEEEJECTEDDDDDDD

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I was so fucking confused.

It’s one thing to be rejected, but to be rejected by someone who days earlier was crying about you not being interested in them, and who then demanded you ask them out? It was a real head-fuck. On top of everything else I was dealing with, it really made me feel worthless.

With the bad comes the good, but with the good comes the bad

In the past, even all of that wouldn’t have been enough to knock me down.

I had developed this ability to not care about anything, to just keep going no matter what was happening. That had made me extremely resilient and that had been very useful for me, but about the time I broke up with my previous girlfriend (about a year and a half before), I’d realised that my ability to block everything out was not only protecting me from bad feelings, it was also blocking out all the good feelings, too, so if I ever wanted to experience real happiness I’d have to take off the armor, so to speak.

It had been a very scary thing for me to try to change my mindset and let my guard down. It had been a very difficult process to actually try and make that change, but over the course of a year and a half I had managed to start letting things in.

And that was all great. But I made the wrong choice about who to let in, and not having my guard up at that exact point in time might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

Broken trust

Try to follow my hokey little metaphor here…

I felt like I’d been doing my best to reduce the armor that I wore, that I’d progressively taken it off bit by bit and the only thing I still wore was the chest-plate, because that protects the most vulnerable part of me.

That night with Rene when she’d been crying, I felt like I was hurting her by keeping that last bit on, and I trusted her enough to take it off in order to help her stop hurting.

And then she stabbed me right in the heart. Right when I least suspected it.

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Et tu, Brutus?

When I already had all these other pains to deal with, and when I went out of my comfort zone to help her at my own risk, while we embraced, while I was exposed and vulnerable, someone I trusted shoved a knife into my back.

The pain from the knife was horrible, but I could deal with that. It was a close call, but I knew that would heal.

What was what was really hurting me was that feeling of having my trust broken, that feeling of being mislead, that feeling of being fooled.

And even that, I could deal with, if I could just understand why she’d acted that way.

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But why?

It just didn’t make any sense.

Feelings

So after all those years of blocking feelings this was a very intense way to be introduced to actually feeling the bad feelings that we all have to deal with from time to time.

I had already attempted to revert to my “just don’t feel it” approach but it was too late. The feelings were already out of the box and there was no way they were going back in that box.

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It’s a shame y’know, when you’re reacting to feelings, it’s so much harder to catch them and react to them appropriately. You want more than ever to be rational about everything and not react in the wrong way, but you’re too busy reacting in the wrong way to do so.

Or at least, that’s what it was like for me. And for me, the wrong way to react was to drink the majority of a bottle of Absinthe to try and dull the pain.

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Clearly that hadn’t worked out too well.

No sick days. Ever.

I mentioned that my hangover lasted a week. I felt like death warmed up that whole week, minus the warmed up part.

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Nonetheless I refused to miss a day of work.

At that point I’d worked at Everlong about two and a half years and had never taken a sick day. That’s just something I was taught growing up, it doesn’t matter how sick you feel, you push through it. It wasn’t just talk either, I would be sent to school no matter how sick I was, which is of course a bad idea for the other kids because everyone else sick too, but all that experience made me sturdy enough to push through the hangover from hell and keep my record of no sick days intact.

Speaking of what I went through growing up, and that skill I’d developed to block out feelings, that’s all going to become important to this story, so I’m going to give you all an in depth look into the back story of your narrator in the next origins post.

And then we’ll get back to Rene and that newcomer Mia I mentioned was about to join the mix.

 

Take a breath

10 Oct

I was told a story the other day about a young woman who was dumped (very nicely) by her boyfriend, who is by all accounts, a fine young man who treated her well. The young woman in question pretended to take the break-up well but secretly began playing mind games with her now ex-boyfriend.

This young woman decided to make her ex, who was nice enough to still care about her, think that she had gone missing, and imply that she might have harmed herself, maybe even committed suicide. She even teamed up with her friends, convincing them to tell her ex they hadn’t seen or heard from her in days.

However you look at it, that’s just a shitty thing to do. What really makes it detestable to me is that this young woman and her friends were laughing about how concerned the ex-boyfriend was. They got together and mocked his genuine concern for the welfare of someone he clearly cares about.

See, what’s happened here is that the young woman’s feelings were hurt in the break-up and in the process, she began to blame her ex-boyfriend. She took the experience of being rejected and turned it into a personal attack, which she decided she must retaliate against.

There’s a huge flaw in her reasoning. This guy’s not a bad guy, he’s just accepted that the two of them don’t work as a couple, so he broke things off. That’s the right thing to do in that situation. It’s the only thing you can do if you want to be a decent person.

The young woman from this story has reportedly been lovely her whole life up until this point, so she’s probably not a crazy bitch. It’s a damned shame she’s chosen to act like one.

Hurt feelings are dangerous. Good people get twisted by hurt feelings and do awful things that they end up regretting later on. I’ve done it myself, and I very much regret it all in hindsight.

The point is, hurt feelings are an inevitable part of life and you can choose how to deal with them. You can accept that someone has broken up with you and move on, or you can try to make them think you’re trying to kill yourself. That last option, and anything like it, is going to convince people that you’re a crazy bitch, even if you’re not, so maybe go with the ‘move on’ approach when you can.

Crazy bitch tip: don’t blame others for your feelings being hurt.

one for the guys (emotion: the constant variable)

1 Sep

emotion: the constant variable

a very kind (but still somewhat crazy) young lady pointed something out to me, there’s this thing called emotion and it is the root cause of why women act in ways that guys perceive as insane.

you know those things us guys call emotions: hunger, tired, how did he drop that catch, etc… well girls have other emotions that we don’t. women get ones like: not enough attention, wanting to be wanted, no one’s commented on my hair and nails and i spent a lot on these; and a bunch of others that will probably never become known to the unfairer sex.

these emotion things wreak havoc! when a guy runs into an awkward situation, he might notice a funny little sensation that makes him not want to deal with it, of course then he mans up and deals with it anyway. for a woman, however, that same funny little sensation is about a million times stronger. it’s so strong that she literally cannot do whatever it is she knows needs to be done. her emotions are just too loud and they drown out logic.

guys, knowing this will save you stress. ladies, telling guys this will save you stress (of course, doing that might cause some emotion and therefor will probably stop you ever doing so)

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