Two Sizes Too Small
Mar. 20th, 2009 11:13 pmSome nights I'm not sure I have a heart anymore. It's been broken so many times, mended with whatever I could find to hand (and though that was a lot, it was never right) that a lot of that part of me's just gone numb. My friends are scattered to the four winds (those four winds being physical location, busyness/attention, divergent growth, and personal crises). We're all wrapped up in our own lives, and I'm too far into my shell to be casually intimate.
I knew this would happen. I looked forward and saw it: one day my life would be too full of history and too rich in present detail, I would be too complicated, for anyone to share it particularly fully. Now here I am. There's too much history for anyone to share and understand: any little comment, my ex this or my garden that, each one is a tiny little signifier of a wealth of subterranean memory and meaning and experience that it would take years to unearth.
I don't know what to do with me. I've made my life into a machine: my work and hobbies drive me, they motivate me, I adore my boyfriend and all of these things truly do inspire me and make me passionate and push me forward. Why, then, am I so lonely?
Because I am _so_ lonely. And when I reach inside myself to feel what's there, no warmth rises up to meet me. Excitement, happiness, yes, all those things are there-- but the heart is cold.
I knew this would happen. I looked forward and saw it: one day my life would be too full of history and too rich in present detail, I would be too complicated, for anyone to share it particularly fully. Now here I am. There's too much history for anyone to share and understand: any little comment, my ex this or my garden that, each one is a tiny little signifier of a wealth of subterranean memory and meaning and experience that it would take years to unearth.
I don't know what to do with me. I've made my life into a machine: my work and hobbies drive me, they motivate me, I adore my boyfriend and all of these things truly do inspire me and make me passionate and push me forward. Why, then, am I so lonely?
Because I am _so_ lonely. And when I reach inside myself to feel what's there, no warmth rises up to meet me. Excitement, happiness, yes, all those things are there-- but the heart is cold.
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Date: 2009-03-21 04:11 pm (UTC)I know what you mean about too much past. I often feel alone because even my companions don't really know the whole story - I keep needing to fill my lover in on 30 years of history...but this is where I am now, now in my story and I realise, free of all the broken people I've been. I can be the healed person I am now.
I dunno, my heart's really woken up in the past year. All the damage, self and other inflicted, is smoothing out.
We should have tea.
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I am putting it into motion that within the next 10 days we MUST get together. let's make this happen
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Date: 2009-03-22 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-22 01:56 am (UTC)There's another thing to say, though. I have had times before when I realized that my online friends had known me longer than most of my 'real' friends, excluding family and the truly long-term friends that you can see once in a few years and it's never truly less than it was. Five or six years, maybe, for you and me?
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Date: 2009-03-22 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-23 11:13 am (UTC)But we're still friends even when we don't talk a while, aye?
I am also the last living Mystic. Which will make no sense to anyone but you and maybe Jan if he reads your comments section.
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Date: 2009-03-22 05:29 am (UTC)I don't know how I know, but I'm certain that something is coming to reinvigorate, to reignite, both of us.
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Date: 2009-03-22 07:55 pm (UTC)Sweet girl
Date: 2009-04-03 11:54 am (UTC)Please know the garden is calling, I will soon be home, my weekends will be mostly available if you can talk outside, and there is always tomorrow. XOX