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Post by thelampincident on Jul 2, 2011 1:25:58 GMT -5
patience is key
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Post by thelampincident on Jul 11, 2011 21:03:34 GMT -5
I mentioned on this board before some girl I went to see months back. A couple people here know the full story, and I refuse to post it publicly. Anyway...
I've moved past the point of caring whether or not we ever get to be normal friends again, because it seems pretty obvious that she doesn't want to be my friend. However, she just ignores me. It irritates me knowing that she is too much of a coward to tell me to fuck off, because at this point I'm pretty much inviting her to do so.
I haven't tried talking to her in a month. I had the idea pop into my head today to send some semi-confrontational shit to try and provoke her into revealing her hatred for me and stop covering up her severe lack of confidence with an upsurge of pride. I didn't do it, obviously. These ideas pop into my head once in a while and I keep asking myself "Is this really worth it? Really? At all?" Kind of in the same way I type out posts on boards and hit the back button rather than actually posting it, just to get it out of my system, but it always leaves me right then.
She seems to be unable to leave my head, because I am tired of tolerating this cowardice. I'm not interested in having her problem be my problem anymore because I have a life to live.
In any other case, I would be able to drop it instantly, but when someone has been in your head for so many years, it proves itself to just not be that easy. I want to forget her. I want her to have no part in my thought process anymore. I really don't even think about her very much at all when you take into consideration how it used to consume me, but something just isn't sitting right.
What do I do?
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Post by britleryouth on Jul 11, 2011 21:08:48 GMT -5
I would just forget about the broad all together. You are on to bigger and radder things anyways.
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Post by thelampincident on Jul 11, 2011 21:24:25 GMT -5
I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have tried to do the exact same thing at this point and failed.
I do owe her quite a bit of gratitude, though I would never actually display it to her at this point. If I hadn't felt so humiliated after traveling such a long distance for what I thought was a sure thing only to be rejected at basically the last possible second, I wouldn't have flipped my shit and just started doing completely random things in a feeble attempt to better my life or make myself happier. Because I'd known her for so long, I really thought I'd meant something to her. She made me feel important. Looking back now, I know that was never true, and she was just another con artist who knew all the right things to say. It seems this is my main problem with relationships... lying is an integral part of just about all of them. I can't lie.
I don't forsee myself ever getting another girlfriend, so rather than worry about such nonsense, I've instead decided to make absolutely sure I get done what I want to do, because I may not have that luxury someday. In fact, at this point I'd love nothing more than to feel that sense of completion, contentness, knowing that I have nothing more in my life that I feel compelled to do and can just end it. But I keep thinking of all these things I want to do. They'll amount to nothing in the end, but I feel such a strong drive to get these things done and map out accordingly when I'll do them, that I know I could never live it down if I bowed out early.
Finding real happiness seems to be a wild goose chase, so I guess I'll settle for being "happy enough".
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Post by swilliam on Jul 12, 2011 5:00:45 GMT -5
I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have tried to do the exact same thing at this point and failed. I do owe her quite a bit of gratitude, though I would never actually display it to her at this point. If I hadn't felt so humiliated after traveling such a long distance for what I thought was a sure thing only to be rejected at basically the last possible second, I wouldn't have flipped my shit and just started doing completely random things in a feeble attempt to better my life or make myself happier. Because I'd known her for so long, I really thought I'd meant something to her. She made me feel important. Looking back now, I know that was never true, and she was just another con artist who knew all the right things to say. It seems this is my main problem with relationships... lying is an integral part of just about all of them. I can't lie. I don't forsee myself ever getting another girlfriend, so rather than worry about such nonsense, I've instead decided to make absolutely sure I get done what I want to do, because I may not have that luxury someday. In fact, at this point I'd love nothing more than to feel that sense of completion, contentness, knowing that I have nothing more in my life that I feel compelled to do and can just end it. But I keep thinking of all these things I want to do. They'll amount to nothing in the end, but I feel such a strong drive to get these things done and map out accordingly when I'll do them, that I know I could never live it down if I bowed out early. Finding real happiness seems to be a wild goose chase, so I guess I'll settle for being "happy enough". dude, I don't think that lying is an integral part of relationships. You've had some shit experiences, but that doesn't mean it's always like that. Your plan to just forget about relationships and try to get other stuff done is exactly what I was doing when I met N. There's not a better plan for letting shit just come together on its own than to just be completely hands-off about the whole thing.
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Post by thelampincident on Jul 12, 2011 6:29:27 GMT -5
I had a feeling you'd chime in with something like that.
It is pretty funny to me, the only thing that keeps this person in my mind is the lack of spine she has, I just want her to admit that she never cared about me in the first place. That's it. I'm wondering if that may be a luxury at this point though. Can't always get what you want...
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Post by thiswineisold on Jul 12, 2011 6:48:45 GMT -5
I mentioned on this board before some girl I went to see months back. A couple people here know the full story, and I refuse to post it publicly. Anyway... I've moved past the point of caring whether or not we ever get to be normal friends again, because it seems pretty obvious that she doesn't want to be my friend. However, she just ignores me. It irritates me knowing that she is too much of a coward to tell me to fuck off, because at this point I'm pretty much inviting her to do so. I haven't tried talking to her in a month. I had the idea pop into my head today to send some semi-confrontational shit to try and provoke her into revealing her hatred for me and stop covering up her severe lack of confidence with an upsurge of pride. I didn't do it, obviously. These ideas pop into my head once in a while and I keep asking myself "Is this really worth it? Really? At all?" Kind of in the same way I type out posts on boards and hit the back button rather than actually posting it, just to get it out of my system, but it always leaves me right then. She seems to be unable to leave my head, because I am tired of tolerating this cowardice. I'm not interested in having her problem be my problem anymore because I have a life to live. In any other case, I would be able to drop it instantly, but when someone has been in your head for so many years, it proves itself to just not be that easy. I want to forget her. I want her to have no part in my thought process anymore. I really don't even think about her very much at all when you take into consideration how it used to consume me, but something just isn't sitting right. What do I do? eternal sunshine of the spotless mind much? if you want, you can have some of my balls. i just re-added my ex on facebook because i got over our breakup faster than he did (he dumped me, like any smart fucker should -- i'll stay in a shitty relationship forever and just be an insane piece of crap before i dump someone, it's just how i was raised) and we are trying to be friends because i won't stop bugging him. he's such a withdrawn/bipolar emo piece of fart, but i feel like we are supposed to create something (not a baby) together so i prod...and prod...and...tell him i wont leave him alone unless he says those magic words --"don't talk to me anymore, bitch." he won't. if i go longer than 24 hours without sending him inane texts, he texts or calls asking if im ok or dead. haaaaaaaaaaaahahah. he dumped me because he's really attractive and im not, and he didn't want to be a cheating turd. we had a weird thing. like i have any other option... just say some crazy shit to her. what's the worst thing that could happen? she gets a restraining order? pfff
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braindeadwasteoid
Big Brother Has A Nasum Hoodie
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Post by braindeadwasteoid on Jul 12, 2011 7:19:05 GMT -5
racists on the internet especially online games. just because its anonymous doesnt mean i feel like listening to the most ignorant shit ive ever heard. plus whoever tagged icp all over my neighborhood. worship the carnival spirit in some other way besides tagging the 3 stop signs i have to look at everyday and then die.
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Post by thiswineisold on Jul 12, 2011 7:57:33 GMT -5
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Post by grinchx on Jul 12, 2011 9:09:35 GMT -5
There's not a better plan for letting shit just come together on its own than to just be completely hands-off about the whole thing. possibly some of the best advice i have seen.
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braindeadwasteoid
Big Brother Has A Nasum Hoodie
suffers from mustache envy
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Post by braindeadwasteoid on Jul 12, 2011 10:32:23 GMT -5
that reminds me. im tired of people going out of their way to show me satanic/melodic black metal bands that arent even good. i dont care how long you spent looking for something that sounds like shit. anti christian-ok. hail satan-no fuck mid tempo!
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Post by yeastydeath on Jul 12, 2011 10:58:28 GMT -5
Every time a customer comes into the restaurant and says they have an onion allergy, I want to go out and punch them in the fucking throat.
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Post by britleryouth on Jul 12, 2011 11:06:38 GMT -5
Honestly, how many people can actually be allergic to onions? They're in almost everything. Did they eat an onion raw once and get scarred for life?
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Post by thelampincident on Jul 12, 2011 11:11:22 GMT -5
Onions are damn good. Not something I like eating all the time, but I like them.
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Post by ryan on Jul 12, 2011 11:15:03 GMT -5
It is pretty funny to me, the only thing that keeps this person in my mind is the lack of spine she has, I just want her to admit that she never cared about me in the first place. That's it. I'm wondering if that may be a luxury at this point though. Can't always get what you want... Will's advice is spot on. In regards to wanting something out of her you don't think you'll get... call her or write the email and say everything you want to say. It appears that she's not going to tell you what you need to hear to be done with it on her own so be the catalyst. If after the email she still doesn't come out with it then know that she is a coward and you are far better off without her.
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Post by ryan on Jul 12, 2011 11:19:15 GMT -5
also, i hate people at work who ask me the same fucking questions 8 billion times... especially after I've done training sessions and created power point presentations which have been printed in physical format for everyone, emailed to them, and put in an easily accessible folder that everyone has access to which detail the steps a 9 year old could follow on where to get the information they need.
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Post by thelampincident on Jul 12, 2011 11:34:09 GMT -5
If after the email she still doesn't come out with it then know that she is a coward and you are far better off without her. Heh, I don't need to write a long thing to know that much. Basically the whole point of all this was just to work myself into a confident enough state to pull off this feat. Whether it works, time will tell...
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Post by ryan on Jul 12, 2011 11:42:32 GMT -5
If after the email she still doesn't come out with it then know that she is a coward and you are far better off without her. Heh, I don't need to write a long thing to know that much. Well of course, I meant more in the fact that even if you didn't get out of it what you hoped for that it would be alright to leave that shit in the past
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Post by yeastydeath on Jul 12, 2011 12:07:46 GMT -5
Honestly, how many people can actually be allergic to onions? They're in almost everything. Did they eat an onion raw once and get scarred for life? It's physically impossible, they lack the necessary protein to form an allergy. Same with garlic. People are just fucking dumb.
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Post by thelampincident on Jul 12, 2011 12:29:05 GMT -5
It's pretty sad that we live in a society where the exchange of knowledge is so frowned upon that if you were to actually point out to someone it's impossible to have an onion allergy, they'd get all offended and take their money somewhere else.
It's more important to LOOK smart than it is to BE smart!
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Post by petetheripper on Jul 12, 2011 12:35:29 GMT -5
you know what? onion and garlic are just difficult to digest and they smell. People is so unconfident with food today that they invent the excuse of allergy.
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Post by hipsterchainsaw on Jul 12, 2011 13:47:48 GMT -5
Onions are damn good. something I like eating all the time, I love them. every meal i make, that isn't cereal or something out the microwave. includes onions, fucking LOVE them.
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Post by swilliam on Jul 12, 2011 14:39:21 GMT -5
onions and garlic are where the flavor comes from!!!!!! flavor country!
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Post by thiswineisold on Jul 12, 2011 14:43:03 GMT -5
onions and garlic are where the flavor comes from!!!!!! flavor country! a-fucking-men. if i smell garlic on someone's breath i pop like 16 boners.
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Post by blackbanana on Jul 12, 2011 15:45:35 GMT -5
Onions and garlic rule. There's a lot of quasi-Buddhists where I come from and many don't eat either because they're believed to increase anger and sexual desire. I know I angrily masturbate every time I eat a plate of onion rings.
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