rjtransient
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So, it appears I'm learning from past mistakes.
I feel strange for being self-congratulatory about this, but I want to remind myself that it is an accomplishment.
I've been hanging out with someone who seemed like the perfect catch. Cheerful and optimistic, adventurous, motivated, smart, uses common sense, is working on his second diploma and likes the program he's in, loves nature and animals, loves the company of other people, loves to travel. On our first meeting, I was impressed. He really was all of that and more. We had a good time.
Well. On our second get-together we stopped at a restaurant and he was unspeakably rude to the waitress. I found the sudden personality switch disturbing. Even my abusive ex wouldn't have let his facade slip that badly. I forgave him, but I stayed on guard. A few days later while we were just shooting the breeze, he confessed everything to me: his history of petty crime and vandalism, the fact that he had been expelled from high school, and the fact that he has been blacklisted from his family. The fact that he can't stand commitment. The fact that he regrets having coerced one of his friends into becoming a heavy pot smoker. His life has been tough. He wants to change.
I felt bad for him. That's why I kept in touch.
Then I realized how little he must respect me in order to confess to all of that. Nobody with self-respect would stick around after hearing that. It struck me that none of his problems or mistakes are his own responsibility. It's all because of other people, the "snobs" and the "idiots" he has to put up with. Huge warning sign! At our last meeting he put on a series of action/thriller DVDs for us to watch. When I cringed at a torture scene, he laughed and called me squeamish. It seemed to irritate him. He was sarcastic to me on the drive home.
Today he went downtown with a "friend" and texted me at 9 PM asking if I could pick him up. He was all hearts and flowers and apologies. He was back into the bright, friendly, warm persona. But his story didn't add up.
I didn't respond to his text message. Instead, I dialled his number and said "Sorry. It's not going to work." He was so taken aback at actually hearing my voice that he ended the call immediately.
I'm going to repeat that line when he tries to get in contact again.
This is a first for me. I'm so used to feeling sympathy for people that I'll overlook the warning signs.
I don't like conflict. I feel like I'm being too judgmental. I'm extremely disappointed and I'll honestly miss our "adventures", but self-respect comes first. I feel like I've narrowly avoided an accident. Hurray for boundaries! Being alone isn't a bad thing.
I feel strange for being self-congratulatory about this, but I want to remind myself that it is an accomplishment.
I've been hanging out with someone who seemed like the perfect catch. Cheerful and optimistic, adventurous, motivated, smart, uses common sense, is working on his second diploma and likes the program he's in, loves nature and animals, loves the company of other people, loves to travel. On our first meeting, I was impressed. He really was all of that and more. We had a good time.
Well. On our second get-together we stopped at a restaurant and he was unspeakably rude to the waitress. I found the sudden personality switch disturbing. Even my abusive ex wouldn't have let his facade slip that badly. I forgave him, but I stayed on guard. A few days later while we were just shooting the breeze, he confessed everything to me: his history of petty crime and vandalism, the fact that he had been expelled from high school, and the fact that he has been blacklisted from his family. The fact that he can't stand commitment. The fact that he regrets having coerced one of his friends into becoming a heavy pot smoker. His life has been tough. He wants to change.
I felt bad for him. That's why I kept in touch.
Then I realized how little he must respect me in order to confess to all of that. Nobody with self-respect would stick around after hearing that. It struck me that none of his problems or mistakes are his own responsibility. It's all because of other people, the "snobs" and the "idiots" he has to put up with. Huge warning sign! At our last meeting he put on a series of action/thriller DVDs for us to watch. When I cringed at a torture scene, he laughed and called me squeamish. It seemed to irritate him. He was sarcastic to me on the drive home.
Today he went downtown with a "friend" and texted me at 9 PM asking if I could pick him up. He was all hearts and flowers and apologies. He was back into the bright, friendly, warm persona. But his story didn't add up.
I didn't respond to his text message. Instead, I dialled his number and said "Sorry. It's not going to work." He was so taken aback at actually hearing my voice that he ended the call immediately.
I'm going to repeat that line when he tries to get in contact again.
This is a first for me. I'm so used to feeling sympathy for people that I'll overlook the warning signs.
I don't like conflict. I feel like I'm being too judgmental. I'm extremely disappointed and I'll honestly miss our "adventures", but self-respect comes first. I feel like I've narrowly avoided an accident. Hurray for boundaries! Being alone isn't a bad thing.