It seems ridiculous that as a writer, a student and a teacher I would even say those words, but I say them, and I live by them. Do not think. For thinking gets me in trouble. Thinking drops my mood. Thinking makes me angry and sad and on the verge of tears. It’s quite silly that my brain even allows these things to happen. Even though I know the countless arguments against what torments me, I can’t think.
Tonight I got caught in my own loneliness. I realize that it’s been a year since I’ve really fallen asleep with a guy and I realized that I’m tired of that. I can’t really change it, can’t force someone to want to be with me, but it doesn’t help that when I fall into my own traps, I start finding all of my flaws. I pick out these reasons that a guy wouldn’t want me, they’re all stupid of course. But they’re all real reasons. Arguments against my fat are usually at the top of the list. It’s hard to be comfortable with your own self, that being comfortable with those with you. People don’t need more reasons for people to stare do they?
It’s not just that, I find that my neediness and ability to go from high to low rather quickly is such a turn off for others. I realize this and instantly try to hide this from those I encounter. The longer I can ward it off, the more they can get to know the un-crazy side of me, then maybe when I do dip, they’ll already be drawn in.
Maybe it’s that I require so much attention? Who has that kind of time?
I don’t really know what it is that keeps me lonely, but here I am.
I just have to remember: Don’t think.