Archive for February, 2010

Feb 26

Through the haze

Clarity shone like a black beam of light
Burning my eyes and darkening the soul
And so I cried
And walked into the haze

Here is where you’d stumble and struggle
to find me, if that were your quest
But you just let me go
And wander into the shapeless maze

I’ve lost you, but I’ve also lost myself
It’s more obscure with open eyes
And so I closed them
And let the one you loved repose

In my slumber, I woke my demon
Scandalous and stupid; She borrowed my body
And lent it to men!
So with rage and eyes closed, I rose

Still lost in this uncertain air
I stumbled and struggled for escape
Aimlessly, I persevered,
And upon the thought of Love, came through

Did I really ever dream of losing you?
How foolish, for now I curse my sweet distraction
But even through the haze
I found you. And Love, I miss you.

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Feb 25

Unattractive

Because I don’t care about you, either.

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Feb 21

Fight Me

Dear Reiko,

Please wake up. You’ve been fighting me so hard all this time. You can’t give up now. Not after you’ve established yourself as the primary soul.

Don’t let me down…or I will come back up.

From,
Nemo

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Feb 13

Unspoken, Unread

This is a letter I would have written to you if I were so naive as to think you would read it. But I feel this may be the only way to communicate my thoughts successfully. Or at least to you. Good friends have the time to read what I write, or to simply wait for me to finish speaking.
But you are not a good friend.

The last few times I tried talking to you, you either cut me off or just walked away.
And I didn’t mind so much that you called me weird, what shocked me was how weird you are yourself. I don’t understand why you want to stop seeing me. I thought men wanted to fuck everything that moves, so it would only make sense that you would want to spend more than a mere three nights with the girl you claimed was the best you ever had. Which reminds me, what the hell was that all about? You say I’m the best, which was weird in and of itself, and then you push me away. What the fuck.
And how dare you accuse me of being emotionally attached. Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not even my type. Not that any of it matters, because I don’t believe that my supposed emotional attachment was the true reason you called us off. That was just an excuse you made because I couldn’t disprove it. Then again, you couldn’t prove it either. Which is why you formulated the second excuse: you don’t feel that it is ethical to sleep with someone you’re not in a relationship with. Funny, that’s not how you felt the last three weeks. I don’t know what your real motives are, but they’re not the ones you gave me. The ones you gave me contradict each other. First you claim that I have too many feelings, and then that I don’t have enough feelings. So it’s probably the case that neither of them are true.
Either you’re seriously confused, or you really don’t like me. Claiming you don’t have feelings for me is the one thing you can stand by. Even though neither of us can prove or disprove it, my unwillingness to disprove it makes your statement a little less volatile than your accusation of my emotional attachment. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t care if you have feelings for me. Your emotional attachment was never part of the equation. All I want is a good friend who can satisfy my needs.
But you are not a good friend.

And it makes me sad, because I know you could be one. You were for a while. Hell, we were better off last semester than we are right now, and we didn’t even know each other. At least you would smile or say hi. At least you were fun. Now, you just ruin my mood. I can’t even think about you without being disappointed. I don’t like feeling dispensable. No one does. A good friend would have stopped to consider how something like this would make me feel.
But you are not a good friend.

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Feb 06

Drunk

I’m wandering in an unreality. There is no pain here, because pain is real. And you can’t touch me now, because you’re not real in my toxic wonderland. And maybe there is poison in my veins, but I want it. I am crazed in the real world, and the only place where my sanity resides is here.

But I hate you either way, because I hate you for making my reality madness, and I hate you for showing me a way out.

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Feb 04

Emotionally Attached

Sigmund Freud once theorized that all women covet male genitalia. “Penis Envy” was reason for heterosexuality in women. Like many of Freud’s theories, Penis Envy was heavily criticized. Of course, the criticism from women was disregarded. They were only upset about the theory of Penis Envy because they didn’t have penises.

In general, using human desires or thoughts as reasons can be extremely risky. Some people won’t admit what they want. Some people don’t know what they want. And some people repress the memory of ever wanting something. Of course, these are optimistic cases. In reality, some people simply don’t want something, say they don’t want it, and are accused of lying about it. Naturally, how are the sayers to be trusted when they have their egos to protect? And yet, who else is there to trust but the sayers, who are the sole keepers of their thoughts?

Last Monday, I was asked if I was emotionally attached. I am one of the people who doesn’t know what they want. So I responded, “Maybe”. Of course, the asker assumed that the sayer did not really mean “maybe”. He had already theorized that the sayer desires him, and her desire would influence her response. And so, “maybe” was interpreted as “yes” to the asker, because he knew that sayers say “maybe” to protect their egos. But to the sayer, “maybe” was just “maybe”, because the sayer still didn’t know what she wanted.

And so it was established to the asker that the sayer was emotionally attached to him. And the sayer, initially borderline, gave in to the influence of a new possibility. That maybe she was emotionally attached. So the sayer accepted the asker’s theory as fact. And since this was a fact, the asker said that the sayer’s emotional attachment would prove detrimental to their relationship. Thus, the sayer was rejected.

But in being rejected, the sayer realized that this fact was not a fact. She was not emotionally attached, for if she were, wouldn’t she feel heartbroken? Wouldn’t she feel incomplete and lost, like how she did just a month ago? No, these new feelings were shallow and short-lived. The sayer was not heartbroken; mostly she felt disappointed. She also felt insecurity, for rejection withers her confidence, but insecurity is not the same as feeling lost or incomplete. Neither the disappointment nor insecurity were indicative of emotional attachment. And so the sayer established that she was not attached, and felt obligated to correct the asker.

But the asker would not accept this opposing theory. If her emotional attachment were disproved, then gone are the reasons for disposing her. So in the asker’s mind, the sayer was simply opposing him to make him take her back, and she would only be willing to do this if she wanted him back as well. So the asker, again, concluded she was emotionally attached and wanted him back.

There is no way for me to convince him that I’m not emotionally attached. If I try to disprove my emotional attachment, it will only support his theory, because it implies that I want him back. And for a while I did want him back, but all the while, I never wanted him. I only wanted him back for obvious reasons. But now, I just don’t care. I’ve been offended by his accusations, because they leave no room for my perspective. They leave no room for my perspective because my perspective is the subject of his accusations. So I’m letting him believe that I’m emotionally attached, because no matter how much I try, he will never stop believing, and no matter how much he believes it, it will never make it true.

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Feb 01

Not Itchy

I expected myself to feel the pain immediately. I was convinced I was hurt. But now, I see that I’m not heartbroken. I don’t feel any emotions I would normally feel after this kind of event. Instead, I’m just bummed out. I feel like I’m going to miss out on a lot of fun weekends. And that’s about it. I’m just really disappointed.

And if I did have feelings for him, I don’t know where they are now.

I also wonder if this is a scheduled thing. Maybe it’ll happen again March 1st. I don’t know what the deal is, but it’s starting to look like immunotherapy…like I have an appointment to get a shot on the first of every month. It’ll always itch at first, but it gets better with each shot. But this is only my second shot, and I’m not itching. If shit like this is going to happen every month, I’ll be a pro with a heart of rock by summer.

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Feb 01

I’m Acting Like a Cockroach

But it’s no fun at all.

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