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I will face my fate.
- Jun 16, 2024
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I realized something horrible about myself recently.
As far back as I can remember, I've always been the sort to want to focus on one person. As long as I had that one person that I could see, and spend as much time as possible with, everything was okay.
However, I never actually mattered as much to them as they did to me. I guess because most people tend to prefer to have a circle as opposed to a single line in terms of connections. I've never been like that. I don't know why.
I was thinking about relationships the other day. How much I would love to just have that one person that I could just devote everything to. Even if they had a circle outside of me, I would be okay with it. So long as I would be able to see them, and they were okay with me giving them everything, I would be happy.
This made me wonder. If I seek a single line, why am I okay with being considered a point in a circle? Why do I accept whatever small amount of affection is given to me, and then think to myself "ah, how wonderful. They've given me this memory, so now I will give them everything"?
This line of thinking made me realize something else. So long as I have that memory, that reason to think "this person chose me", I don't actually care how I'm treated. If a partner of mine were to yell at me, or even hit me, I think I would just accept it. I would accept whatever hatred they had, in the hopes that would be enough to earn some love from them again.
In essence, I am the sort of person who will fall in love with anyone who lets me cling to them, regardless of how they treat me.
But this then led to another thought: am I actually loving them, or am I just seeking an emotional safety from my loneliness? And this led me to a very sad realization: I'm not actually capable of loving anyone anymore. My attachment system is so messed up, so starved for connection, that the person doesn't actually even matter. So long as they choose me, I will devote myself to their happiness.
How pathetic. How deranged. It amazes me that I didn't realize this sooner. It's no wonder I always wanted to get married- it's essentially a way to always be attached to someone else. I look at my married friends, and I am incredibly jealous of this. But there's a big difference between myself and them: they are "circle types". Their spouse isn't the only connection they seek. Whereas, knowing myself, I'd definitely shrink away from everyone else to spend as much time as possible with and focus entirely on my partner.
So then, if that's the case, what exactly do I do? I still want that more than anything in the world. I'd do anything to have it. Even if I meant next to nothing to my partner, as long as I had a single warm moment with them, it would be enough. I don't need anything else.
But that won't happen. I am nothing more than a ghost, unfortunately. I just sit quietly, and watch everyone else enjoy this wonderful life, as I quietly fade away. Very few people ever talk to me, and even the types that do have a tendency to back off when they realize just how messed up I am.
And yet, despite how painful this is, perhaps this is okay. I still have my small seeds of warm, happy memories with people. So even if I am left behind, it is okay. I will always be grateful for them. I will always treasure them, even when I can no longer really call them my friends.
I'm trying to hold out for my miracle. That's the only thing a partner could ever be for someone like me. But it's okay if it doesn't happen. I don't think I can really ever be happy without that. I'm sure that I will likely fall apart again if I can't find it. But that's okay. I never had a place in this world to begin with. I'm really nothing more than decoration. No one wants the sort of love I have to offer, if you can even call that love to begin with.
It's kind of funny though. Even knowing all of this, I still can't help but search for that star. Despite not being able to see any sign of it, I still cling to that prayer.
I know I'm delusional. I know that I can never have something like that. But I still want it more than anything. Loneliness is so painful. The idea of always being alone is so horrifying to me that I think that, at the point I finally give up on that, I will not survive much longer. For that really is my only reason to live.
As far back as I can remember, I've always been the sort to want to focus on one person. As long as I had that one person that I could see, and spend as much time as possible with, everything was okay.
However, I never actually mattered as much to them as they did to me. I guess because most people tend to prefer to have a circle as opposed to a single line in terms of connections. I've never been like that. I don't know why.
I was thinking about relationships the other day. How much I would love to just have that one person that I could just devote everything to. Even if they had a circle outside of me, I would be okay with it. So long as I would be able to see them, and they were okay with me giving them everything, I would be happy.
This made me wonder. If I seek a single line, why am I okay with being considered a point in a circle? Why do I accept whatever small amount of affection is given to me, and then think to myself "ah, how wonderful. They've given me this memory, so now I will give them everything"?
This line of thinking made me realize something else. So long as I have that memory, that reason to think "this person chose me", I don't actually care how I'm treated. If a partner of mine were to yell at me, or even hit me, I think I would just accept it. I would accept whatever hatred they had, in the hopes that would be enough to earn some love from them again.
In essence, I am the sort of person who will fall in love with anyone who lets me cling to them, regardless of how they treat me.
But this then led to another thought: am I actually loving them, or am I just seeking an emotional safety from my loneliness? And this led me to a very sad realization: I'm not actually capable of loving anyone anymore. My attachment system is so messed up, so starved for connection, that the person doesn't actually even matter. So long as they choose me, I will devote myself to their happiness.
How pathetic. How deranged. It amazes me that I didn't realize this sooner. It's no wonder I always wanted to get married- it's essentially a way to always be attached to someone else. I look at my married friends, and I am incredibly jealous of this. But there's a big difference between myself and them: they are "circle types". Their spouse isn't the only connection they seek. Whereas, knowing myself, I'd definitely shrink away from everyone else to spend as much time as possible with and focus entirely on my partner.
So then, if that's the case, what exactly do I do? I still want that more than anything in the world. I'd do anything to have it. Even if I meant next to nothing to my partner, as long as I had a single warm moment with them, it would be enough. I don't need anything else.
But that won't happen. I am nothing more than a ghost, unfortunately. I just sit quietly, and watch everyone else enjoy this wonderful life, as I quietly fade away. Very few people ever talk to me, and even the types that do have a tendency to back off when they realize just how messed up I am.
And yet, despite how painful this is, perhaps this is okay. I still have my small seeds of warm, happy memories with people. So even if I am left behind, it is okay. I will always be grateful for them. I will always treasure them, even when I can no longer really call them my friends.
I'm trying to hold out for my miracle. That's the only thing a partner could ever be for someone like me. But it's okay if it doesn't happen. I don't think I can really ever be happy without that. I'm sure that I will likely fall apart again if I can't find it. But that's okay. I never had a place in this world to begin with. I'm really nothing more than decoration. No one wants the sort of love I have to offer, if you can even call that love to begin with.
It's kind of funny though. Even knowing all of this, I still can't help but search for that star. Despite not being able to see any sign of it, I still cling to that prayer.
I know I'm delusional. I know that I can never have something like that. But I still want it more than anything. Loneliness is so painful. The idea of always being alone is so horrifying to me that I think that, at the point I finally give up on that, I will not survive much longer. For that really is my only reason to live.