Postby squibbles » 2010.03.23 (02:25)
You know, I honestly never thought I would need to use this thread, and I was really happy to be the guy who was helping, but...yeah. Alright. Here goes.
So there is this girl right, and I was crazy in love with her. We were really close, and had known each other for years, but see, the problem was that she was my best friend. She knew how I felt, and we'd decided that it would be best for me to nut up and pretend I was cool. What then followed was an excruciating few years of her telling me of her sexual liaisons in intimate detail, many of whom were with my other really close friends. Turns out I'm one of the /only/ guys I'm friends with who hasn't stuck their tongue down her throat, and one of the few who hasn't done more. :|
In hindsight, I really don't think that she was a very good friend in that respect. I mean, there was loads of things that she would say and do that were brilliant, and we had some really good times, but I don't even understand how I could not have been angered by her actions. Perhaps I was angry, and kept it to myself, because I certainly remember that I felt it was somewhat deserved, for fucking up our friendships dynamic by not being able to control my feelings, and thus I bore the pain, thinking that it was just retribution for an immature crush.
This continued for years, and I managed somehow to keep my feelings to myself, but at times it got harder. I remember one time I was lying in a clearing next to her with 2 guitars and a bottle of rum between us, and whether the alcohol was to blame or not, it was all I could do to stop myself from making a move on her. Other times were difficult too, but I remember that this was the hardest, by far.
Finally a few months ago, after managing to keep my feelings to myself, I finally snapped, and told her everything. She already knew, but she seemed to prefer pretending that we were just friends, which is understandable...it made things far easier between us. For her, at least. :/
Since then, it'd have been mid December, she hasn't spoken to me at all, despite me attempting several times to make contact, so I assume our friendship is now completely over. Ironic thing is that I finally managed to move on a few days after she stopped talking to me, but such is life, hey?
So now I spend every day playing mafia, guitar, or working. All my friends sided with her, because, well, I don't give them head at parties...they want to stay in her good books. So I'm now being totally exiled, and just sit at home all day.
Bummer right? Except this is not at all what my woe is.
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For some god-unknown reason, I'm ok with all this shit, with having approximately 0 real-life friends, and with being addicted to mafia.
Quite frankly, this worries me.
I look at everything that has happened recently, and I know that I should be incredibly upset. I should be angry. I should want to hurt Stef for putting me through such emotional torture for no reason at all, other than her peace of mind, not to mention for just giving up on our friendship at the first sign of difficulty. But I don't. I just seriously don't give a shit about any of it any more, and I'm concerned about my extreme detachment from reality, as well as my apathy towards human relationships at the moment. Right now, I have absolutely no desire to talk to people face-to-face, and I for the life of me cannot find any resentment towards those who I knew. I know that I did, when it first happened, but after about a week I just stopped caring, and stopped trying. :/
I guess what I'm asking with this is why I don't care, and if there is any way to fix it? I feel broken, not having any emotional response to this. D:
Tsukatu wrote:I don't know what it is, squibbles, but my brain keeps inserting "black" into random parts of your posts these days.
I totally just read that as, "I'd hate to be the only black guy stuck using v1.4."
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