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My best friend in this area has been so much help to me. She has always been there for me, always knew how to lure me out of my hole when I was quickly sinking, has always been supportive of my decisions and feelings, and has never shown an ounce of scorn when I behave questionably (being a flake, isolating for a week, accidentally making everyone think I was in peril and almost losing my job... y'know--questionably).
In the past three months, I have only seen her twice. I think she gave up on me this month, but I did reach out to her. Twice. And it sounds incredibly pithy when I put it like that. Sending a couple, "What are you doing tonight? Are you working? Wanna hang out?" text messages does not seem commiserate with effort.
But for me, it is, and not getting any response feels like rejection.
I know I need to keep trying. She deserves for me to try, after all. She has always been dogged when I have been unresponsive.
It's not that I don't care. I think about her and her family every day, and it honestly kills me. It's eating me up that I haven't seen her this month. I feel like she probably thinks I don't care, and why would she, right? But it's not about caring. Or, it is, rather. I care too much. I care so much that to feel rejected hurts so much worse than creating the illusion that I'm not really attached to her and burying my feelings.
I know I have to reach out, but--to quote Dean Young--"the thought of failure is a fuzz we cannot rid ourselves of anymore than the clouds can their moisture." The idea that she hates me will not leave me.
We even talked about this the last time I saw her. She said "I know, I know, but I love you, and I will call you on your bullshit, but I never hate you" when I expressed my fears that she's angry when I go AWOL.
It all sounds ridiculous when I write it out, but please believe me, the struggle is real. And it is absolutely setting my heart on fire.
In the past three months, I have only seen her twice. I think she gave up on me this month, but I did reach out to her. Twice. And it sounds incredibly pithy when I put it like that. Sending a couple, "What are you doing tonight? Are you working? Wanna hang out?" text messages does not seem commiserate with effort.
But for me, it is, and not getting any response feels like rejection.
I know I need to keep trying. She deserves for me to try, after all. She has always been dogged when I have been unresponsive.
It's not that I don't care. I think about her and her family every day, and it honestly kills me. It's eating me up that I haven't seen her this month. I feel like she probably thinks I don't care, and why would she, right? But it's not about caring. Or, it is, rather. I care too much. I care so much that to feel rejected hurts so much worse than creating the illusion that I'm not really attached to her and burying my feelings.
I know I have to reach out, but--to quote Dean Young--"the thought of failure is a fuzz we cannot rid ourselves of anymore than the clouds can their moisture." The idea that she hates me will not leave me.
We even talked about this the last time I saw her. She said "I know, I know, but I love you, and I will call you on your bullshit, but I never hate you" when I expressed my fears that she's angry when I go AWOL.
It all sounds ridiculous when I write it out, but please believe me, the struggle is real. And it is absolutely setting my heart on fire.