We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Cycling Without Training Wheels

I'm cycling into manic. I can feel it. I haven't been sleeping properly for about 4 days now. My thoughts racing. Constant. Ever changing. The need to be moving. Doing. Something. Even if only mentally. Constantly in motion. Never stilling. Never calming. 

During these times I do stupid shit. Like stalk my ex's on FB. I told  you it was stupid. 

I look at them and their lives. I see how they just went on without me. Happy. Living. Loving. Laughing. Breathing. Never missing a beat. And I feel jealous.

Not of the ones they're with because I sincerely do NOT want to be with THEM particularly. I just feel jealous of the life they have. I feel jealous they have a life and I have nothing. 

I know that's not true. I have Jigger and a roof over my head. I have food to eat everyday and in many ways I'm richer than most people. 

But..there's always a but...

It's not easy. It's not the life I want. I love Jigger but not the way I should. There's no passion. No fire. No excitement. I love him because he helps me to conquer the beast and as I type this it breaks my heart to know that I will never be IN love with him. I would never leave him, but a part of me aches that it will never have that passion. That fire. That love that I see between those I stalk. 

I want that. I want someone to be obsessively in love with me. To be consumed by the thought of me. In my whole life I've never had that. Even Jigger doesn't love me like that. In many ways I think he feels sorry for me. He pities me. 

I don't want pity. I want fire and passion and excitement. Not manic passion, but just to feel alive. To know that there is one person in the world whose NEED for survival is me. 

I'll never have that. I have to accept that. But it still hurts. It hurts to admit this to myself because I deny it even within the confines of my spinning mind. I refuse to allow these thoughts to circumnavigate because if I allow them to even for a moment they'll make me spin out of control, but no matter how hard I try they're still there. And I torture myself by watching others. By seeing their lives and how they are. 

And I wonder why couldn't that have been me?


Haven said...

The funny thing is, all that love and passion you envy in those you're watching, it's a myth. People don't put, "The wife and I argued about bills last night", they don't put up, "My husband makes me feel so insecure when I find him looking at porn and not me"... people only put the good things up because no one wants everyone to know that their lives aren't a fairy tale.

That true love and passion in all those beautiful couples, it's mellows out. That heat is the beginning but it always calms into a comfortable acceptance and companionship.

I bet those couples wish they had the happy lives you think they have too.

The things I write on my Real Life FB... no one, no one would EVER in a million years guess that I feel the things that I put onto my Borderline Blog. Never. Because I don't let them see that. So just keep in mind that all those things you envy, probably only exist in your own mind.

You're a wonderful, loving, and supportive woman. You really are amazing especially because of all the things you struggle with. Don't forget that please.

Deus Ex Machina said...

I was going to say some of what Haven already said. I guess that's the bonus of me actually personally knowing almost all of my FB friends. I know who is fighting while they're posting blissful status updates at the same time. I know whose marriage is teetering on the brink while they're posting happy family photos they just paid $1200 to have taken professionally. I know whose brand new baby was a "fixer" baby. "Real" people are the ones who don't go out of their way to post fairly tale status updates, but who don't air their dirty laundry either. And those are usually the ones that never grab your attention. The fairy tales and new babies and smiling professional pictures and the "OMG, I totally love my family!!!!" Yeah. They're trying way too hard to convince somebody, and usually it's themselves.

And you know... passion can be grown. It is a living, breathing phenomenon, after all. All living things must come from somewhere....

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