InvisibleBlack -> RE: Men and Emotions? (8/11/2009 11:18:01 PM)
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Let me tell you a story ... long ago and far away - not quite as long ago and far away as the darkness between the stars but it feels like that sometimes ... I met this girl and we fell in love. This was probably my freshman year in college and, you know what it's like the first time, we both fell hard. I mean, I loved her like the sky loves the sea. The kind of way you love when you've never really been hurt and don't know what it's like when things go bad. So we were together about a year and really serious - and out the blue she came over to my parent's house on Christmas Eve and broke up with me. I was devastated and probably not in a right frame of mind for months afterwards. I think the way I described it at the time was having this black hollow chasm inside of you where there's nothing but a pile of ice cubes and snow with a single candle on the top - and then a cold wind comes along and blows the candle out. But life goes on. You kind of rattle through the motions until things start to heal over and it feels like you're filling back in. So that summer, maybe six months later, we bumped into each other where I working and, sure enough, after about a month we were going out again and it was on again like a house on fire. The kind of deal where your pulse races whenever she's near. Where you can end each other's sentences when you're talking. So, I dunno, eight, nine months later, she broke up with me - right before my calculus final. The next day she called me up, in tears, saying she'd made a terrible mistake and could we go out again. So I said yes. About three months later she broke up with me again and I finally said "Look, we can't keep doing this anymore" and pretty much just flat out told her not to talk to me anymore and to just leave me alone. She tried to get back together a couple of times but I was pretty harsh and after a month or so she stopped. I haven't thought about this in ages. Of course I felt things for her. I loved her very dearly. I took her back and then I took her back again knowing she'd likely break up with me again. At the third time, my sticking point was, if I'd done it again, replaying the same thing again, I would have lost respect for me - I mean, in my mind at the time, how stupid could I possibly be? Most guys I know feel things deeply and intensely. Sometimes it takes them a while to admit it, and sometimes it takes them a while to be comfortable enough to allow themselves to. This is not to say that some guys won't make a move on, or play with, or dabble with a woman for whom they feel nothing - sex is sex and love is love, after all and some people feel no need to link the two in any way. There are also a subset of guys who hold to the philosophy of "all women are whores" (I've actually had someone say that to me verbatim) and so never form any sort of emotional connection but I suspect that entire line of thought is the result of either being hurt a lot or of truly deep-seated and terrible fear (actually the two aren't mutually exclusive). What you did, by getting close and then breaking away and then coming back and then getting close and then breaking away et al, wasn't fair. Once you lose trust, it never really comes back like it was before. And if it does come back and then it's broken again - at some point anyone says "enough is enough" and it's done. I'm not going to make accusations or cast aspersions or say you need therapy or anything along those lines, but think about this: is what you did him what you were afraid would happen to you? We often act out our fears and we also often take on the very attributes we despise in the people who've hurt us. A lot of people say "think about what you want out of a relationship". I suggest this - think about who you want to be, what kind of person you want to be and what kind of person you want to be in the relationship. Get that concept firmly in mind and then look for people who help make you feel like that person. There are a lot of assholes, losers and idiots in the world, but there are also a lot of good, caring and well-meaning people who try, who truly try, to do the right thing. In the long run I've found that the old adage "birds of a feather flock together" holds true. The good caring people tend to seek each other out. They feel uncomfortable around the abrasive users and self-seeking parasites and what have you and they avoid them. Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to learn something from them and then move on to something better. (Man, I do just go on and on, don't I?) [Edited for typos]
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