Missed Connection

This weekend I was shopping for a birthday present and I came across a book of poems. No, not the sonnets from Shakespeare or Pablo Neruda but of a more secret type of love. A book of love poems from people who wrote out their lusts and desires anonymously for the world to see in the deep parts of Craigslist missed connections.

What is Craigslist missed connections? Have you ever walked by a person and made eye contact but didn’t feel comfortable enough professing your love right there and right then? Have you ever made small talk with that guy in your uber pool and really hit it off but instead of giving your number, you got out of the car and walked up to your apartment to go be by yourself instead of in love? Have you ever sat on the library steps, watching the sunset, and saw someone sitting a few steps down, and thought about talking to them? And as you kind of muster up some courage to maybe get up and walk over and say hi, you see someone else walk up to them, meet up for that study date they must have coordinated, and watch both of them disappear into the abyss of books and then seriously thought about what platform to reach them on? Well, put your missed connection on Craigslist, in hopes that the person had the same idea to also check it to connect with you. Alan Feuer collected these poor aching hearts and the truest words that fell out of their fingers and published it as poetry. This book of poems is so genuine and truly speaks to how we all feel lonely and not connected and how many connections we miss everyday. These people felt a connection so deep and so powerful that in a desperate attempt they posted an ad on Craigslist in hopes that the person also felt a connection so deep and so powerful that they also got the idea to check Craigslist. That this person felt enough of a connection to warrant responding to their description while praying that there’s not a murderer on the other side!

As I was reading these poems, I thought about the one time I scanned the Craigslist missed connections for about three weeks too long in hopes that someone that I met had posted on there. About nine months ago my friends and I decided to go to the House of Yes for the House of Love. The night of the event I went on a quick date, left him, and met up with my friends to transform into my blonde wigged alter persona and get freaky. We went into a group of four and when midnight hit my friend and his friend left because she had to wake up at five the next morning. So I was left with my friend to dance and wait in lines for rooms we would never get into. As the night went on it got really crowded but some guy approached me and started talking to me. I was bopping along to the music and we chatted a little bit about work, the scene, him trying to find his friends. I pointed to my friend and said I was with him and he asked me if he was my boyfriend. I told him he wasn’t and we continued talking about traveling and life.

Then it got so crowded and between the crowd, the dance floor, him leaving to get a drink or meet whoever, we were separated. My friend and I danced a little while longer, got a cab home, and he asked me why I didn’t get his number and I asked myself the same thing. We had hit it off, right? We didn’t kiss or anything. Honestly, even the conversation was fairly generic. But he was cute! And I was interested enough that I didn’t fake that my friend was my boyfriend. I got into a deep thought about this and decided that we must have had a connection. Maybe he thought the same thing, knew I wore a blonde wig and so he would never be able to recognize me in real life, and maybe, just maybe, would post a missed connection on Craigslist. I scoured the Brooklyn missed connections in hopes to see something. Something like, ‘you were wearing a blonde wig and fur vest. I thought we had a connection. Tell me where I most recently was on vacation so I know it’s you.’ Or ‘Your blonde hair bounced, as you bopped to the DJ. I was in a suit. You told me that guy wasn’t your boyfriend but maybe you lied. Anyways, respond to this if you want to get to know each other. Just a shot in the dark.’ But nothing. I did see some other lost lovers trying to connect with someone they had met that night at House of Love. I wished them well. I wished them to connect in a way that I didn’t.

Why did I think to go to Craigslist? Looking back, we had a pretty average conversation. There were no sparks and no longing. But yet, I checked. Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I thought he was lonely. Maybe I thought he thought I disappeared into the crowd. And I could have posted something myself, but I didn’t. But yet here we are. He made enough of an impression that, even though I forgot his name, I’m here writing about him. And so, House of Yes man, in hopes that you stumble on this blog and recognize that night and know that some girl out there wrote a blog post about a conversation you guys had at a club, I leave you with this, “I love you as certain dark things should be loved, in secret, between the shadow [of the internet] and the soul [of this blog post]” – Pablo Neruda.

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Frances Ha

I watched Frances Ha tonight and I cried. I thought about my travels, my debt, my love, and my heartbreak. I thought about the jobs that never call back. I thought about the interviews that seem promising but never amount to anything more. I thought about the networking. I thought about my given up dreams. I thought about friendship. I thought about how so many people have it figured out. I thought about stability.

I thought about dance and love and dance. I thought about how I love more than anything is dance. I love dance more than any man I have been in a relationship with. I cried in therapy about not being able to find dance classes just as hard as I did for the men who have left me and for the parents who break my heart time and time again. I thought about how much dance has given me. How much it inspires me. How much emotion it evokes out of me. How much of an escape it has given me. Dance doesn’t disappoint. Dance doesn’t leave. Dance brings people together. You sping and you twirl and you get close and you kiss and you love. You let yourself be free, you express yourself, you get out whatever has been sitting inside you.

I’m going to leave you with a quote about love and life from Frances Ha because this is what I want out of life too , “It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s – That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.”

Thanks for reading readers.

Because I’m Also a Terrible Person in Modern Dating

Dear readers,

You’re in for such a treat. I’ve been writing so many blog posts this month. Maybe it’s the depression. Maybe it’s because I’ve been crying a lot for the past 2 weeks. Maybe it’s because I’m avoiding a talk instead of having the talk and just playing out terrible scenarios in my head. Until that point let me write to you about a guy that I was seeing who I meant to have a talk with after a couple dates and was the terrible person that I am and didn’t.

It happened when I was visiting my friend in NYC. I went out for drinks with her and her roommates and friends. We got some blue drinks with colorful umbrellas. Those drinks that the bartenders roll their eyes because they’re a hassle to make and they’re already busy. Those drinks that even though they’re a hassle to make and you’re either going to tip extra out of the guilt the bartender made you feel with that look in his eyes or tip a dollar because that’s all you tip on a drink that costs seven dollars. Those delicious obnoxious drinks. So we had one and took a picture with one. She had a lot of her close friends there and I got to talking to one. He was really nice, we talked about work, he talked about how he knew about the city I was living in because he was working on a case that dealt with a lot of the state law. We chatted for a while and then some old friends who I hadn’t seen in a while came through and I left to go chat with them. As the bars got crowded and as we decided to go into a different bar I stood outside talking to my old roommate, my friend’s roommate, and this new guy, Kyle. I thought Kyle was cute and smart and even though he usually stayed out later he left early to go get some sleep before supporting their mutual friends in the marathon.

I hadn’t really dated that past year. There was a person here or there but that was about it. I was still pretty heartbroken over ending things with that long distance guy. It was hard to move forward and put myself out there. The times that I did, I usually didn’t like the dates I went on or gave off a vibe of not wanting to be there. But I wanted to get to know Kyle. I told my friend that I would like to see him the next time I was in the city and the next few times I visited he was out of town. So finally right after new years, I went to my friend’s apartment. He came over. We watched some broad city and then when she went upstairs we continued to talk. We talked about books and art. I can’t remember everything else we talked about but we were so tired we just both wanted to go to bed. As he left he got my number and we planned to have breakfast the next morning.

The next morning came, he texted me and we went on all day date! We got breakfast, which turned out to be lunch at a sit-down restaurant. We talked about politics, social justice, books, art, dream, not dreams, and other things I cannot remember. After we went back to the apartment, grabbed my friend who I was staying with and went to an exhibit at the Met Breuer. It was by the artist, Kerry James Marshall. Stop reading right here. Go google him.

You googled him? You fell in love with his work? Me too. My poor friend who third wheeled our date. Kyle and I took our dear sweet time going to each piece of art, examining it, talking about it, and discussing the meaning behind it. I was so attracted to his intellect. How much he knew. I guess I forgot to mention that he went to a pretty amazing Ivy League school. Basically, when I told my friends where he went, they told me to lock him down. After the three of us got some coffee, my friend left and Kyle and I walked through Central Park. It started raining a little bit and then we went to a castle in the park. That’s right, NYC is so amazing that they have a mother fucking castle in the middle of the mother fucking park. Talk about design. So we went in to escape the rain and just overlooked Central Park and NYC in the rain and took it all in. I don’t remember exactly how it happened but we had a lull in our conversation and I ended up kissing him. And we kissed for a little bit overlooking the grey city. And then he said nicely, that we should move on since it’s a little strange to make out in such a public place. So we got on the subway still chatting, saying how we had a nice time, he got off, and I went to my dinner in Brooklyn.

We texted here and there and a month later when I went to NYC we went out to dinner. We got sushi, chatted, got something sweet (aka I got something sweet), sat on a park bench and talked about family and other random things I don’t really remember. Just watching the cars go by, people watching the people in NYC, and I had other plans so we went to the subway, had a kiss goodbye and I went to my next event.

A month later I came back and invited him to go to a friend’s concert. What I didn’t realize was during these events, ALL my friends show up. And at that point, all I wanted to do was talk to them. And I felt bad because I felt like I had to be by him (even though he was really great and social and talked to other people and made a new friends). He went out with me to a friends apartment, went to Brooklyn with me to a different friends apartment, we made out in the hallway, I told him that the next night I would want to actually just spend time with him, and then went back into the apartment because I just really wanted to sleep… And I don’t really know why I did the next thing that I did…

The next day came and maybe it was the lack of sleep, a long work week, or thinking about how all I wanted to do was go the concert and see my friends. I wanted to spend time with my friends, I think, was the core of it all. He texted me about plans to go dancing and get tickets to a venue… And I bailed and told him I just wanted to see my friends. I had explicitly told him that I wanted to spend the day with him literally 8 hours before and there I was, taking it all back, hiding behind my phone. It wasn’t right. He texted back saying Ok, I understand and left it at that. I ended up going to a bar for a friend’s birthday, my phone died, I was exhausted, I got drunk, I went back with my old roommate and walked to my other friend’s apartment that I was staying at, charged my phone, turned it on. It was 3am and our mutual friend had texted me asking what I was doing and to come out. I told her I just got in and fell asleep. The next day I got drunk at brunch, slept it off, and drove over hungover back home.

The next time I went to NYC I told him I wanted to explain myself and get coffee. He said he was making plans and I told him to not make plans considering me because I might not be able to make it. A friend was around who got married and I barely saw him so I wanted to spend time with him and our other friends. We all went to Central Park, tried to find the sun through the sun lens he got for his telescope, my old roommate and I got dinner with our other old roommate, and I drove home.

I think about why I did that. I think about why I did the same shitty things to him that happen to me. I think about how stressed I get trying to see everyone in NYC everytime I go in. I think about how I carved out this time for him and then ultimately, did I feel like he was another person I had to add to the list of people to see? Did I imagine that we had to do long distance? I thought about how I make up these scenarios instead of taking it slow and seeing where it led. I thought about how much effort he would become to see him everytime I came in. I thought about how to make him a part of my friend group. That’s not fair. That’s not fair that he felt like a chore. That’s not fair that I got stressed instead of excited. I still one day want to explain myself to him. I hope one day I can. Until then I’m going to continue working through whatever mess of a personality I have and make myself a better person. A person doesn’t deserve to be treated like that, or to have someone be flakey on them. I’m part of the problem in today’s dating world….

 

It Is A Risk To Love

Dear Readers, this is a blog post I started about a month and a half ago when I was angry, anxious, and tired. I started therapy this week to talk (aka cry) through it. I decided to complete this post with some afterthoughts but the first part is my anger manifiesting in words and then transitions into present me reflecting. Enjoy :

I’m really angry over a very trivial thing. The guy I was seeing a while ago is going to a festival with our friends. A festival I had talked about going to, saved money for, did not get a ticket to, accepted not going, planned another trip, and found out one of our friends sold his ticket to him. A festival where I gave money to one of the installations because even though I knew I wouldn’t see it, I wanted to see it built for others. A festival that makes me so angry with myself that I am angry over it because it’s a white privileged thing and I’m complaining for no reason. I am angry that when we ended things he said he would try his hardest to be my friends and put an effort in. I am angry that after our last phone call and he said we should do this again and that I never heard from him again, outside one text telling me a book recommendation I gave him was actually good. I’m angry at myself for thinking I need to put in effort instead of just giving myself space. I’m angry that when I think I have moved on, something stirs me and I get pissed off and cry. I’m angry that it’s been months and I shouldn’t get as upset over as something as him going to a festival. I guess I’m most sad because I knew that when we ended it, we would never be friends and all those years of friendship were gone, never to come back. I’m angry with myself that I thought that sleeping together and seeing each other was worth sacrificing the friendship we had.

I’ve been thinking lately about the past guys that I have been with that reach out to me. Said person in the last paragraph texted me a couple weeks ago and we talked on the phone. It came out of nowhere. He heard I was angry and reached out. When we talked on the phone, I mentioned I had just come back from a vacation visiting a guy I had met. He told me that if I was happy, he was happy, and then got quiet and didn’t contribute to the conversation as much. He asked me if I was serious with him. He asked me questions, I myself don’t know the answers to. And then his phone died and I haven’t heard from him and won’t hear from him. I got to thinking about how recently a lot of the guys I was in past relationships have felt the need to reach out to me.

One is in a new city, away from his friends, and reached out to me because he, at that point, was having trouble making friends and felt like an outsider. I talked to him about it, told him about my fears and anxieties about finding a new job and moving. But I thought. You’re still with your girlfriend. You’re doing long distance with her. You are in a relationship with her when you clearly told me you didn’t want to be with me… Why are you texting me about this? Am I too forgiving? Why do I feel okay letting these people back into my life to discuss their problems? Am I too willing to listen?

I had a guy who really hurt me, and granted we resolved everything and even started to hang out before I moved away, reach out to me. But his texts were telling me how great his life is, how his job is amazing and he was saving lives, how the relationship he is in is going super well. And that’s it. No inquiries into how my life is going or how my relationships are. It’s almost like him saying, Hey I’m doing super and I want you to know how super I’m doing but it’s a lie and an act and I don’t know how to express what I’m actually feeling and if you’re doing well then I’m going to say I’m doing well and if you become vulnerable that’s when I may try and say things aren’t going the way that they are actually going. But that’s speculation. I haven’t heard from him and I don’t intend to hear or talk to him. How we left it when we both moved was enough. I had even told him that I had accepted that the last time we saw each other was the last time we would ever see one another. I had come to terms and peace with it. Maybe he took it as a shock and didn’t think that it was it. Idk. Life and relationships are tricky. It’s tricky to know who matters and who should stay and who to really develop a relationship with. Who to become vulnerable with. Who is worth the agony of when they leave after you’ve been vulnerable with them. But that’s life. You have to put yourself out there. You have to be willing to get hurt. There’s no hiding. If there is hiding you become comfortable in hiding. It becomes harder to leave the safe place you know is protecting you. If you hide you lose yourself.

A quote that hangs over my mirror says, “It is a risk to love, what if it doesn’t work out? Ah, but what if it does?” It’s a quote my friend gave to me on an index card junior year of college. It has hung on my mirror in every place I have lived since that moment. I look at it. I take it in. And I take that risk. It has hurt me. A lot. But I can’t imagine a more powerful feeling than knowing you have loved someone.

Dear reader, thanks for reading my messy thoughts.

Sexual Harassment

I’m writing this post because I recently read a shocking article about one of my old bosses. For the sake of anonymity I’m not going to link the article but I had a lot of thoughts about it that I needed to get out.

The article brings up how a colleague in the department brought up sexual harassment allegations to the university and the university failed to punish or frankly do anything about the professor who these allegations were made against. When I saw the article and clicked it, my heart dropped. I knew every single person who was named in the article. I interacted with them in one way or another in my two years working there. I had passed by them in the hallways. I had sat in meeting with them. I sent them e-mails. I had no idea they were subjected to this kind of behavior and I had no idea what they had suffered through. I have been reflecting a lot the past 24 hours about my time there and the experiences I had, that were not enough to talk to anyone outside of my friends about but were enough to make an impact that I remember these memories to this day.

During my last few years of college I worked as a research assistant to a PI collecting data, reading papers, and learning how to analyze data. I was offered a lab manager position for her new lab that she was starting but due to funding it would have to be part time and I would split my time with another lab. I interviewed with my other boss just so he could get a sense of what I was like. I remember coming in and one of the first things he asked me is if I’m from California due to my uptalk. We interviewed. It was fine and I started my position. I was really excited to have this role and to have my first real job out of college. Some of the earlier days were filled with stresses of moving into our new lab space, recruiting subjects, and dealing with the RSRB/IRB. I had been a part of some of the lab parties at my bosses house. I would stop by for the meal, bring a dish, talk to whoever was there, and leave relatively early to go see my other friends. I never thought anything of these get togethers. I thought all labs were this close and all PIs invited their grad students over for potlucks or go out to the bar close by. It wasn’t until I read the EEOC that I saw that he used this as a social power tactic to invite who he wanted to his house. While things may have changed since the early days of him being in the lab, I thought everyone who worked in the lab was usually invited and I never questioned who was or was not there.

There was one time I was leaving to go on vacation I had sent out an e-mail saying that I was going to be gone that week to go on a vacation and I got an e-mail back with my boss asking me if I was going to be partying the whole time, with which I responded no I’m going on vacation with my sister. It was an odd e-mail but not odd enough to say anything to anyone. I just mentioned it to some of my friends about how weird it was and that was it.

I had a lunch conversation one time with my main boss and another lab manager about catcalling. The lab manager and I were very adamant about the view that cat calling is a form of harassment and is a way to assert power, dominance, and fear into the subject he is calling after. A week or more later I had a meeting after hours at work with my male boss. I forget what it was about but what I do remember is as I was about to leave he made a comment to me, “When you were going to enter the room I was at first going to say ‘Hey baby, what’s up?'” and I was thrown off. Why would you greet me like that? What is the purpose of you saying that? Then he went on to explain that my other boss has mentioned the conversation to him and how strongly I felt that this was harassing behavior. He then proceeded to say how in other cultures it is okay to say these things and that it’s actually part of the way that you court a person. I retaliated with it’s a power dynamic and instills fear and especially if the person doesn’t want to be called after, it is not okay culturally or not. He then proceeded to argue his point in a way that I felt inferior and felt that because he was making a more logical argument than me that I had to agree.

I had heard from one grad student that he would openly say that sometimes he has to remember that I’m smart due to the way that I talk. He openly mocked my uptalk/ upstate accent and said that it was winning out (Because linguistically the uptalk accent is moving across the country). I get incredibly self conscious about the way I sound and the way I speak. I get upset that even though I have a dual bachelors degree, a masters degree from a pristine University, that when people see me or hear me they dismiss everything about me and do not think I’m smart or capable, just because of the way I talk. I see how that is also a power move on his part to instill that idea into multiple grad students heads to then discount what I say or what I do. I know I’m not the perfect person or employee but my worth and intelligence should not be based on the way I speak.

I thought a lot the past 24 hours about silence. What is means to be silent and how all of the sexual harassment had been going on for 10 years and I had no idea that our department was going through this. How the colleague had suffered through being hit on, manipulated into living with him because he knew her economic situation, and the invasion of privacy that he felt compelled to take away from her. How many other people are quietly suffering but can’t do anything because the person is in power? How many other people are staying silent and don’t know who to turn to. I’ve had conversations with multiple of my friends who have been raped, sexually harassed, and belittled for the way they look or talk. Everyone blames it on themselves. Even when they try to report it they are not believed. Even when they talk to their other friends about it, some will claim “that wasn’t rape.” When I told about my rape to a friend he was glad I didn’t say anything to anyone about the guy that did it to me because I would be putting his life and career at risk. But my silence has probably harmed other people.

In my current position I’ve had incident where I met a customer and when he was incredibly drunk he would not leave me alone. I thankfully told another co-worker and he kept himself between us and I knew when to walk away but even later on in that week I had heard how that same person was also incredibly drunk and was touching this girl inappropriately and she felt bad that she didn’t want to leave. Thankfully two of my co-workers recognized that there was a situation and got her out of it. But she could have been a victim, I could have been a victim. But there’s not enough proof in order to say anything or report anything.

The problem I have with the University is that it prides itself on being supportive and inclusive of it’s students. But when it comes time to defend the students, it fails. It takes into question their allegations. I’m still trying to comprehend what the University gains by defending this professor when multiple renowned professors will be leaving due to this. What does he have that is worth protecting? Why is he worth protecting but not us?

Nobody Listens to Techno (pt 2)

I’m honestly writing this post because part 1 was sitting in my drafts for so long that when I actually posted it, it didn’t pop up as the first story. Instead it got lost in all the other posts of random guys. So, go read that first and then come here and read about this guy. He actually turned out to be really shitty and awful but we’ll get to that.

So you read that other post right? You have all the context and background to continue on with this story… I don’t blame you. I probably wouldn’t go read it first anyways. You’re here already. Why would you? Anyways, after my previous encounter the night before I came back to my friend’s apartment, showered, and checked my Hinge. At that time in my life I was again kind of desperate and decided to download a dating app called Hinge. It’s friends of friends… What could go wrong? The person that I meet on this app probably won’t suck. We should at least have a few things in common because we have friends in common. Well I matched with this one guy and we started talking. After asking me what I was up to I told him how I was on my way to a music festival. He told me how he had gotten a pass and was planning on cleaning his room but he would make his way up to the festival instead. Anything to get laid, amiright?

This is where I kind of regret what I did. I took something and I decided to meet him. I made a huge mistake. I thought it was a good idea to take drugs and then go meet up with some guy I met on an app. Sorry Mom. All those things you taught me, flew out the window. So I met up with him and told him about what I did. The funny thing was that my friends were trailing me just to make sure that the meeting went okay. And why wouldn’t the meeting go well? I was feeling the best that I could ever feel while I was meeting a complete stranger. Mistake number 1. So we ended up going to some beer tent and my friends went back to a different stage to check out the music because everything looked fine and I didn’t give a signal that I was in distress… I thought this guy was amazing. I didn’t see any of the warning signs. How could I? So eventually we walked to a different stage and we ran into my friends. This was warning sign number 2. He didn’t even care to meet them, talk to them, he just brushed them off and tried to get me away from them as soon as possible. But I wasn’t aware of what had happened. I wasn’t aware that he didn’t want all of us to spend time together. Instead he took me into the crowd and I didn’t care. I was enjoying the music, the sounds, the sunset, taking everything in. And he took his opportunity and kissed me and I enjoyed that too. We eventually went back to his place, quickly detouring to pick up a few things from my friends apartment, and then taking the subway into Brooklyn. He made a comment about how small my friends apartment was and could only talk about how relatively little he paid for his apartment in Brooklyn. At least I made a smart decision in texting my friends the address that I was going to.

I don’t know if you can’t tell but I actually do not have fond memories of this guy. He was just pretty shitty and I look back at him taking advantage of a situation. So after we got to his apartment and had hooked up, I thought I was in love. I was also on drugs that made you think you’re in love with people. I didn’t realize my mistake until weeks later. So he took me out for burgers, we went back to his place and watched some show, and I took the subway back to grab my stuff and took a bus back home. He asked me to stay one more night and I said no. So after that 6 hour ride back home and passing out on the bus I never thought I would talk to him again. But then something strange happened. He called me. And I really enjoyed our phone conversation. He gave me a recipe for a taco seasoning and I tried it out. I thought I was in love. But I was riding the after effects.

So this went on and I told him I would visit him. I would come back to NYC and spend time with him in a few weekends. But then things started to go dark. I was still in my graduate program and stressed. He told me about all the fun events he was going to, his bar-tending lifestyle, and how my life was boring. He shoved it in my face the fun things I could be doing instead of homework… And it started to make me feel bad. I enjoyed what I was studying. I enjoyed the ambition I had. I enjoyed that maybe I’m not seeing a famous person attend the event he was at but I really liked the graphs I was creating. And it bothered me. It bothered me that he didn’t support me in what I wanted to do. But he still wanted me to come spend the weekend with him. And he kept being unsupportive of my dreams and continued calling me. Soon those drug after effects wore off after two weeks and I started to get a bad feeling in my stomach. I didn’t want to pick up the phone when he called. I didn’t want to spend the weekend with him.

So my fall break came and I told him the news. I was not going to stay with him. And we got into a fight. I started making excuses as to why and then just straight up told him. I didn’t want to spend that much time with him. Instead I was going to stay with my other good friend at her apartment. I’m glad I made that decision over seeing him again. I felt so anxious and sick and upset at the thought of seeing him again that I just couldn’t do it. Instead of spending the weekend in his room, I spent it at a pickle festival and eating pizza, and taking photos in front of murals. I spent it with someone who  I actually cared about (SHOUT OUT), who supported me in my tough times, who cared about me, and who just loved unconditionally. I’m glad I spent it with a really good friend instead of some guy who I met high at a music festival, who didn’t care about me, who seemed possessive and controlling. He kept texting me the whole weekend to come to the bar he was working at, he kept texting me asking about the things I was planning on doing that weekend, and he just wouldn’t leave me alone. I stopped responding.

I left to go back to classes, tests, returning home exhausted, and choosing sleep over everything else. After that weekend he kept contacting me. He kept texting me and we got into a huge fight and I told him how I didn’t want to spend time with him. I was so upset. I look back at it.  I barely knew this guy and he made me feel really bad about myself, and stressed out. I had seen him in person once and he reduced me to tears. I remember how excited I was at first about him and then how wrong I turned out to be. But drugs man. They’re something. I talked to a different friend about what was going on and he gave me the best advice I took on the situation. He told me that I owe that guy nothing. If it bothered me that he was still contacting me after I told him that I didn’t want to see him, that I didn’t have to talk to him. I didn’t have to feel bad. I didn’t have to polite. He told me to block him and cut him out of my life. So I did. I blocked his number, I blocked his facebook. And thank god that was all. Thank god there wasn’t any other social media that he had followed me on. I look back at it and I am so happy I took that advice. For a while every time I went to NYC I was scared I would run into him but at least he didn’t have any way to contact me.

So while I look back onto that weekend pretty fondly, I do not look back at this guy fondly. I regret it. I wish I did things differently. I wish I didn’t think to give dating apps another try. I wish I decided not to meet a drug while I was on drugs. But it happened. And it’s done. The only reason I even wrote this post was so all of you could read a much happier part one. But the joyous times come with darker times. I’m glad I have the supportive friends that I do. Most importantly, I’m glad I listened to their advice and felt okay just cutting him out.

Social Detox

Since I have had a smart phone I have struggled with social media use. I don’t mean that I don’t know how to use it but that I use it too often and often in a way that hurts me. I obsess over why some guy that I am interested in stops talking to me. Trying to figure out from their social media interactions on what I did and why I don’t quite live up to what they want…

It’s not a healthy thing. It never has been. I get sad. I look at old pictures. I do embarrassing things such as accidentally call through Facebook messenger when I was just being lazy about viewing their profile (recently I did this, like literally last week). And for what? Do I get any benefit out of it? Do I get any joy? Does anyone ever call back (Ayyyyyy guy I called through FB messenger)? Do I get anything that makes me feel fulfilled and set with myself? No. It’s an addiction. So I’m going to try and quit, or at least take a break to then return with a more positive motivation.

I’m just tired of putting myself into a negative feedback loop of looking at all these guys that I’ve had some sort of relationship with (whether one night stand to seeing one another) and trying to figure out the moment it went wrong. The moment they thought it was okay to leave without saying anything, or saying something hurtful, or be flaky, or I am the one to be flaky and hurtful.

I want to focus on other things and I know social media is an excuse to procrastinate to not focus on those things. Because those things are hard and take work and effort and it’s easy to get lost in seeing other people’s achievements, travels, and relationships. I’ve caught myself thinking more about what I’m going to say about the things I’m doing instead of living in the present. I think about the way I portray myself to the world and hope that whoever I see next will think I’m cool and interesting and worth being with… And what should dictate that is me, not my social media. So goodbye for now Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook. Maybe I’ll return when I’m well and ready, hopefully I never do. Ironically enough this will be posted on Twitter.. but whatever. I’m a hypocrite and not perfect. I just wanted to talk myself through why I need to do this. Making a public declaration is helpful in stopping something. It holds you accountable… Maybe I’ll turn more to this blog and actually write up more posts! I’m sure you reader would love more stories of heartache with poor grammar. I know I do…