With a mind that renders everything sensitive, what chance do I have here?
I managed to take a break from playing video games and watching episode of Sex and the City (the only activities that adequately dull any anxiety but also feel comfortable without the need for too much concentration or effort) to actually have a conversation with my girlfriend. It wasn't necessarily long or expansive or moving or...enough. But it was nice start, and more importantly, it felt nice.
When you're near, I fear you, and I forget myself. But not this time.
I spoke of strange Virginia Woolf professors who wear berets and fishnet stockings. I told a story I've never really relayed to anyone, mostly because it's not really a story -- just an image I've held in my head for almost 6 years. Then I talked about my imaginary girlfriend with whom I was breaking up two years ago. Not an exact date, but it was around August 15th and it was a Tuesday evening...ish. Tuesday was our last evening together and she thought we'd already broken up but I didn't think it was official yet. It was made official the following Saturday.
I don't know why I give in, but I do every time. And here I am wondering why I did it again.
I can't pinpoint the last time I had sex with Karen. There was an occasion I know was near the end but I'm not sure if it was THE final time. I remember it was in her apartment, in her bed, and we were listening to The Roots's Things Fall Apart. Probably somewhere near the song 'You Got Me'. Though I never thought of her when I heard that song, prior or after.
Put an end to every dream.
I usually check out near the end, or when it's about to end. I stop paying attention to details and I start to emotionally remove myself, probably so it won't hurt as bad. But I do this sometimes even when it's not the end -- it's just a period of me checking out. I'm definitely disconnected, mostly to myself rather than to the other person. But of course being disconnected from myself puts the other a person a million miles away.
Too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, That's what I say to keep me going, to keep the shit away.
The difference is being able to check back in periodically. If I'm still able to do that, if I'm able to be present and enjoy it, if I'm able to see myself being present in the near future, than it's okay. I might not know when it will end, but I can feel myself moving towards it.
I managed to take a break from playing video games and watching episode of Sex and the City (the only activities that adequately dull any anxiety but also feel comfortable without the need for too much concentration or effort) to actually have a conversation with my girlfriend. It wasn't necessarily long or expansive or moving or...enough. But it was nice start, and more importantly, it felt nice.
When you're near, I fear you, and I forget myself. But not this time.
I spoke of strange Virginia Woolf professors who wear berets and fishnet stockings. I told a story I've never really relayed to anyone, mostly because it's not really a story -- just an image I've held in my head for almost 6 years. Then I talked about my imaginary girlfriend with whom I was breaking up two years ago. Not an exact date, but it was around August 15th and it was a Tuesday evening...ish. Tuesday was our last evening together and she thought we'd already broken up but I didn't think it was official yet. It was made official the following Saturday.
I don't know why I give in, but I do every time. And here I am wondering why I did it again.
I can't pinpoint the last time I had sex with Karen. There was an occasion I know was near the end but I'm not sure if it was THE final time. I remember it was in her apartment, in her bed, and we were listening to The Roots's Things Fall Apart. Probably somewhere near the song 'You Got Me'. Though I never thought of her when I heard that song, prior or after.
Put an end to every dream.
I usually check out near the end, or when it's about to end. I stop paying attention to details and I start to emotionally remove myself, probably so it won't hurt as bad. But I do this sometimes even when it's not the end -- it's just a period of me checking out. I'm definitely disconnected, mostly to myself rather than to the other person. But of course being disconnected from myself puts the other a person a million miles away.
Too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, That's what I say to keep me going, to keep the shit away.
The difference is being able to check back in periodically. If I'm still able to do that, if I'm able to be present and enjoy it, if I'm able to see myself being present in the near future, than it's okay. I might not know when it will end, but I can feel myself moving towards it.