Was chatting a bit with that old dude. We were having a pretty nice conversation this morning. I asked him something and it's now been over 20 minutes and he hasn't responded back. Did I offend him? I didn't mean to. Maybe he fell asleep or maybe he's in the washroom at the moment? Idk. Sometimes I wonder if I might have slight attachment issues. I remember checking my phone everyday, hoping that this one dude would reply back to me while thinking about whether or not he might have just decided to stop taking to me altogether. I'd check his profile nearly everyday to see if he was on that app. We weren't even reslly friends. He was just some 40-year-old who messaged me asking for boob pics. We did chat for a bit, but for some reason I became oddly attached to him. Eventually, after I started to send nudes to other men, I moved on. I usually have to remind myself that I don't actually have attachment issues and that I'm just overthinking something that is just a normal part of human behaviour. Still, I find myself constantly worried that he (the old dude) is going to grow tired of me.
Sometimes, I imagine finally meeting him in person and allowing him to do whatever he wants with my body, even if it ends up hurting me. I really love him a lot. He makes me happy. I shouldn't be relying on others for my happiness. I know that the appropriate response to if he ever leaves me is to just accept it and to be thankful for the love he allowed me to experience. Still, I can't help but find myself constantly worrying about him leaving me.
Constantly worrying won't get me anywhere, and my tendency to ruminate will only cause me to fall into a state of sadness. I know this, but I can't help but constantly find myself worrying and ruminating. I'm learning to cope with it a bit better and I have been noticing slight changes in how I view situations and the world around me. Still, there is something so comforting about the idea of going back to my old destructive ways. There is something so enticing about that negative, volatile, disgusting place I was in before. I think a part of me fetishizes my own past self-destructive behaviours. I think sometimes people like to romanticize their own pessimistic and self-desturctuve ways. We are constantly presented with this idea of this cool, mysterious, attractive person who spends their time trying to destroy themself. People like to act as though being cynical equates to being smart. We make out this idea that being broken is somehow deep, even though it isn't. I'm an idiot for falling for this crap, and I'm an even bigger idiot for having to urge to fall for it again.
On my trip, my mom and I were getting ready to go to this island. While we were getting ready, my mom asked me this simple question that, for some reason, caused me to freeze up and become too scared to answer. Took fifteen minutes for her to get a response out of me and I wasn't even being truthful. I just agreed with one of her guesses so that it would all end. At some point, she got frustrated and claimed that I was being "manipulative". Her accusation of me being manipulative left me feeling a mixture of anger and hurt. Those feelings followed me up until we got to the ferry, where I decided that I wasn't going to let her get in my head and ruin this trip. I was able to fight off those feelings and have a really good day all on my own. I remember feeling proud of myself for doing that. I know it's stupid, but I felt proud of myself for just letting it go.
If I was able to let go of those negative feelings back then, then why is it so hard for me now? I guess it's easier to look past one incident in comparison to looking past years upon years of pent-up negativity. Someday, I'll hopefully get to a point where I don't have to go through these feelings as often anymore. For now, I'll have to learn to find ways to cope with them I guess. I don't want to be like the me I am right now when I die. I want to be a better version of myself. I've felt miserable for so long, I don't want to die feeling that way.