The girl doesn’t exist.
She isn’t real.
She never was.
Ever wonder if Fred Gallagher has had a lot of counseling?
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
It’s interesting when a choice becomes a dichotomy between taking the high road, or turning away. You like to think that turning away is only temporary, but people change. On the chance they don’t, you have, and there is no going back. The idea that “I can’t deal with this now, but some day” really is “This is too difficult for me, and I have to pass up this opportunity”, carefully concocted into a consumable chunk.
Does time ever cure old wounds? Or do we actually always change and grow? I’m a thoughtful person, so I’m biased and can’t use myself as evidence, but I’ve deemed the expectation that time will make everything better bullshit. A coping mechanism for “replacing feelings with strippers” types.
Priorities are our choice, and you should take responsibility for your actions. Because the way things are, is the way you’ve chosen for them to be.
I’ve gotten better at recognizing situations where I have to let someone else make the next move, because so much more information about what they want comes forth in their choices than you can get by asking for it. “Actions speak louder than words”, but someone’s willingness to be vulnerable and express emotion speaks to their capabilities of handling intimacy. You simply cannot always be the one the steps forward and starts the conversation “I feel like..”
It’s a disappointing experience. We want those upon whom our affection is placed to want it. There’s a difference between waiting and being supportive. You can’t wait for something to happen, some day, living your life in the limbo of it getting better. Being supportive simply means being willing to go out of your way to help someone who asks for it. They have to ask for it themselves though. Really.
It’s worth emphasizing, perhaps because I’m in a bit of a bizarre state of possible unconsciousness at this very moment, that I mean this not in a tone of “pick yourself up an move on”.These aren’t my parting words as I go off to find a stripper. It is acknowledgement of the unfortunate reality that just as one’s goals can limit an otherwise happy relationship, one’s fear can as well.
After I spoke on this topic, and my acceptance of it, for a half hour today I was told “you seem very sad”. And I am, because it’s unfortunate. As I wrote about last night, I have something very special that I’m eager to share, but can’t find the place to set it down.