sad | Aimee Mann
So I haven't been feeling chatty lately. That Seasonal Affective Whatever may have kicked in. And it's kicking my butt.
I can honestly say, at this juncture, I am very unhappy. (suprise!) It bothers me to the very core that this is happening again. And the fact that I know I'm on the verge of a possible depression is enough for me to scream.
John and I are over. As quickly as it began...it's done. I'm not sure if it's over forever over, but for now it is.
The whole thing, while it lasted, seemed like a tease. How nice it was to be with somebody again. I'm sad it's over and I'm reallllllly going to miss him. (you can tell by the multiple lllll's that I will miss him allllllllot.)
I've been sleeping on this old-but-new-to-me antique couch I bought last week. And in honor of my ex-boyfriend's engagement to the girl he broke up with me for, I bought a nice TV to go with it.
Yep. You read that right. The boy I was sulking over when I started this journal two years ago is engaged. To a girl my age.
"The future bride has a degree in dance and exercise physiology. The couple resides in Albany."
HOW NICE FOR THEM!
God oh God am I bitter about this. My stomach is all in knots.
And inevitably I've began to question my self-worth because of it.
Picture it: Breakfast this morning with Anthony. I calmly sit at our table and open the paper to the Wedding Announcements.
Me: Ready for this?
Anthony's always ready for this.
I slide it over to his side of the table. I can see the happy couple freaking glowing from behind my sunglasses. I vomit a little bit in my mouth.
Anthony: So? He's engaged. Big deal.
Me: Big deal!? It is a big deal! She's my age! I want to get married!
Anthony: You don't want to get married.
Me: So? It'd be nice to be asked! It's not like John would marry me. Of course he was engaged before...
Anthony: Why are you even talking about this? Why do you want every guy to marry you?
Me: I don't want every guy to marry me. I just want one that would like to. I don't think I'd be bad tobe married to. I'm fun. (getting teary-eyed)
Anthony: You're so unrealistic. Not every guy is going to be the one.
Me: Why not? Why is everyone getting married and having babies? And I have a couch and no one to share it with. Besides, I never said I wanted to marry him.
Anthony: Bullshit! I can remember countless times you said you'd move to Albany with him and marry him. AND! I specifically remember an occasion when you said you would get a tattoo of his initials on your body!
Me: Did not!
Anthony: Did so! Shut down!
Me: I hate myself.
Anthony: Why? Because he's getting married? He's not even good looking! His head is HUGE, Mar. You can do better.
Me: All of the relationships I have been in that haven't worked out all had the common denominator of me. Maybe there's something wrong with me.
Anthony: Um, maybe there's something wrong with all of them. Don't blame it on yourself, sometimes things don't work out.
Me: Things never work out.
Anthony: Look at who you've dated! That boy when you were 13...
Me: We were 15 and very much in love! We dated for 2 years!
Anthony: Well whatever. And then you dated (name withheld to protect the gayness) and you don't ever have to worry about him getting engaged since it's illegal in the USA anyway. And now John...
Me: Don't forget Mario.
Anthony: You guys were never official.
Me: True. But I did really think he was the one.
Anthony: I've known you for a long time and you always felt someone was the one.
Me: That's because I want someone to be the one.
Anthony: Why?
Me: Because...it'd be nice. Not to have to do everything alone.
Anthony: You idealize these guys into being people they're not. Maybe Mario was great when you first met him but he certainly wasn't like that at the end. You wanted him to be that same person, but he never was.
Me: (head bowed in shame) Guilty as charged.
Anthony: And John. Please, don't waste your time. You're never going to be what he wants you to be.
Me: I know.
Anthony: So why feel bad about it?
Me: Because I'm alone again.
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....and very unhappy with everything. Namely myself. I'm not sure I'm on the right track anymore. I need to reassess.
That's where I'll be.
Don't forget to congratulate the happy stinking couple. I hope you and your big head have a nice life filled with aerobics and jazzercise.