Showing posts with label quirks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quirks. Show all posts

15 October 2013

Letting Go: The Online Plague

So this confessional blog post may end up being sappy and girly. Readers beware.

I don't know how I feel about how practical online communication is when going through a break up. Even if it's not a "bad break up." Both parties agree about the situation, you've decided to be friends, there's some sadness, yes, but it's the distance, and both of you just aren't in the right "space" for a relationship. It doesn't seem so bad.

So my life went back to the way it had been before L. My heart has been healed by him. My life enriched, yes, but he met me in an awesome part of my life - I was flourishing then. So of course the absence of him leaves a mark, like that fingerprint on the banana that turns into the first bruise. But, if we remember, the brown bananas are the sweetest, and I wouldn't take it back for anything.

L went back to Brazil. Let's face it - neither of us planned on falling in love while he was here studying. It just happened. It is the right thing to say goodbye, whether it's for now or forever. We'll see.

But we both said good bye and let's be friends and we'll keep in touch as we entered perhaps the busiest time of our lives. And normally this wouldn't be so bad. Normally it's AWESOME to be busy after a break up because you have something to pour all of your energy into - all the energy that would normally go into loving that person needs to go SOMEWHERE and now it has an outlet. I remember after my first real break up when I was 13 I joined like 50 clubs at school and within a year was running most of them. I can credit most of my extra curriculars to J and I breaking up in 1999.

So anyway, I'm high on coffee, I'm getting shit done, I'm being AWESOME, and then I see L pop online and I pull a full-on Carrie Bradshaw.

In my head I know he's busy being awesome in Brazil; rocking work, university, and 2 household moves - throw in volunteering for flair - and trying to have a life with a very large Brazilian family. It's a wonder he sleeps.


But that doesn't stop the ice from running through my veins when I see him come online and not say hi to me. Because the high-maintenance part of me that is still a 15-year-old-girl wants attention, and assumes there's a reason he isn't talking to me, and she basically goes ape shit, and THEN I sign off because it's TORTURE to be online and trying to control myself and NOT message him and just WAIT for him to message me, and then because I sign off, I think that maybe he was going to talk to me, but I've just run away from him. No matter how I look at it, I fail.

I've had a few long distance boyfriends and after a while, it usually gets to the point where we know it can't go anywhere - where we both know that we wanted logistics to work, but they aren't, and skype dates (even all night ones) (that's not what I meant) (don't be dirty) aren't the same as lying in someone's arms. But it's ok because after you unfriend them from every social media outlet ever, they already live far away so you never have to run into them or see them - and let's face it, you need to disconnect online or you'll just end up stalking them endlessly and who wants to be THAT girl? Not me.

I also know that the crazy 15-year-old in my head is nuts. I know that he doesn't hang out online all day purposefully ignoring me, that he checks stuff, organizes something and heads out (because that's just how he rolls). I know that what's happening with the silence is bigger than how we feel about each other. I also know that the silence is easier, I'm assuming for both of us, because after you break up, when you want to be together, and logistics just are lame, and you're used to talking about everything everyday, you analyse every word, every pause, every hesitation, to see if this person still loves you, or is letting go of you. It's easier to believe we're still friends when we don't talk in rushed chat messages, waiting to have a (hopefully one day) meaningful conversation.

Every look used to be meaningful, every sigh, but we agreed to forego those things, and focus on what we needed to do in our lives - our other responsibilities. Because let's face it, real life isn't a romantic comedy where both people can just quit their jobs and move across the world with the no money they have and end up being happy.

So 15-year-old girl in my head, SHUT UP, because you're ruining the silence. You're ruining the I-get-it-ness that I'd been experiencing as I let out slack in this relationship, but hold onto the end to see what comes of it. We both agreed we wouldn't let go, and maybe in time we'll both be able to come up for air long enough to figure stuff out. But till then, I need to trust in the person I fell in love with. Even if he's far away and silent, he's still him.


01 October 2013

Memories that aren't really Memories

Sometimes I think something is wrong with my brain because I'll remember big events like weddings and concerts and vacations, but I often remember these minute moments within the big events extraordinarily distinctly.

I just got back from a road trip to Maine with my mom. It was a great time had by all. But the thing I remember, which completely cracked me up, was driving... not just the conditions of the road, but more than how beautiful the lake and forest and general scenery was, more than the stories we told and food we ate, I remembered driving up singing Disney songs with my mom and explaining the meaning of the lyrics to "All the Single Ladies" and the shock when my mom recognized Taylor Swift songs that I have on my ipod (for the gym) (Ok it's a guilty pleasure).

Last summer a good friend from Boston got married and we drove up in a group to go to the wedding, and as soon as we hit Massachusetts, the people driving just went mental. And every single joke we made about "massholes" came back to me while driving through MA with my mom... every single one :)

And this sparks further memories of driving up to Boston to see said friend years ago and there was this terrible mystery smell... TERRIBLE! And I could see the people there and where I was sitting in the car and everything, but more than all of that, I remembered that there was this horrific smell.

While the entire week with my mom was a lot of fun, the double take I did when my mom casually mentioned "this is Taylor Swift, isn't it?" will stay in my mind a lot longer.

It's like a memory that isn't a real "memory"... it's this seemingly insignificant piece of information that I've grasped onto and my mind has its Vulcan death grip on and will stay forever as a wrinkle on my brain.

Just like in high school where I was sure I would learn calculus a lot faster if I didn't have every comic book cartoon theme song and a million jingles burned into my mind. I wonder how much "space" I've used up in the endless filing cabinet of my brain for random bits of information, TV commercials, and miscellaneous moments.

The end.


29 January 2013

‘Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him’: For the Love of Valentine's Day

"Anything less than this complete trust...would not be love, anything less than pure trust would be a kind of careful negotiation. A careful negotiation isn't love. A person must be willing to be dashed on the rocks or made the fool in exchange for a relationship in order for pure love to take place." ~Donald Miller "Searching for God Knows What"
 Valentine's day is right around the corner. Red and pink and hearts are everywhere--it's fabulous! Scary Valentines. Cutesy Valentines. Monster Valentines. I love them all really. I love chocolate and flowers and stupid, overstuffed animals. Like, I kinda wanna throw up in the back of my mouth a little, but in that really satisfying I-ate-too-much-cotton-candy-at-the-fair kinda way...

And all the really bad love songs come out at Valentine's Day...

I could go on, but this could get ugly...

Love is messy. It's this series of power moves... trying to find the right balance. Always asking "What do I mean to (insert name here)?!" And if you're anything like me, you always over think everything in the most fabulously catastrophic way...

Yet, deep down in my veins (ohhhh horrible love metaphor there), I really feel like true love, missing-puzzle-piece, soul-mate, you-complete-me love exists. (There I said it!)...

And I think real love, like soul-shattering, mind-bending love is always deeply traumatic because you have to be vulnerable... you will lose face... you will cry... you will be a mess... you will fight... it's just the human condition... The balance is to find someone who would do the same for you: be completely vulnerable, holding nothing back, throwing it all in.
Song of Songs 8:6-7
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
passion fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
a raging flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
If one offered for love
all the wealth of one’s house,
it would be utterly scorned.
 There's really nothing else I need to say... and so I'll leave you with all my cheesy idealism and...