Warning: This post is sappy. That’s all.
I’ve been away from home for a while, and have been thinking more and more about the boy I care about the most. The one I always say I’m done with. The one who makes my head spin and my heart throb and my vagina wet. The one who’s been around for years now. But also the one I’ve never really had the chance to be with.
I can’t even talk about him enough because there is just SO much to say about our relationship (and you’ll definitely get bored). Every day is different with him. Sometimes he loves me and I am full of ecstatic pleasure. Other days he ignores me and I want to lay flat in a corner and invite rabid squirrels to eat my body limb by limb.
But looking back to when I first wrote about him, I realize it’s all the same. It’s all one big circle. And I am feeling that sharp tinge of jealousy when I see all the things he’s doing without me, the girls he’s meeting, the places he’s going. And although he has never really done anything to hurt me, I am always in pain because he won’t let it all go and grow up and allow me to love him.
I look back at the last time I wrote about him, the time I thought I was really and genuinely done with him, and I smile. Because while I thought I was making the decision to let him go, I was really making the decision to let myself go. To find a new distraction, a new Addiction. And I have. I’ve finally found a way to make time for myself, my friends, the things and places and people that I care about, and not let anything, including HIM hold me back. I’ve finally found a way to be selfish and not feel bad about it. Because when else am I going to have this time? When else am I going to be making my own money, living in my own place, driving my own car, and not have the responsibility of taking care of anyone but myself? When did I concoct the idea that I needed my Addiction to make me happy, to make my life worth living? When and where did we ALL get that idea??
Sometimes I say I’ve completely written off boys forever and I’ll never love anyone and I’ll only use them to get what I want forever and ever. That’s clearly not true. I love boys. I just think that I (and many girls I know) need to learn to take control of their feelings and not let boys (or anyone else) control them for me. I don’t want to sound like a raging feminist. I’m not. I don’t know what I am. I know I need balance. But when I feel like this, what I really think I need is a boy to love me. FOREVER AND EVER AND NEVER LET ME GO! Because won’t that make everything better?
No. It won’t. Shhh.
Then what will? Where’s my easy fix? Someone pour happy powder on me! I’m drowning!
Except the crazy thing is that I am happy. I love my friends. I love my work. I love my California life. So why does it always feel like something is missing? Is it that never-satisfied-even-when-things-are-totally-amazing syndrome? Or is it something else?
‘Home, let me come home. Home is whenever I’m with you. Ahh, home, let me come home. Home is when I’m alone with you.’
Listening to: Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros – Home
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