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Storytime


My life is dull. My life has always been kinda dull. The only time my life hasn't been dull has been when I was going through some kind of traumatic experience.
I don't have happy stories to tell.
I don't have interesting, fun, or romantic stories to tell.
The only stories I have are fucked up and depressing in one way or another.
I haven't had many relationships. Any that I have had didn't start or end well.
I've never really been on a first date.
I've never gone through the normal stages of a relationship. By that I mean I've never met someone out somewhere, gotten their phone number or vice versa, and then gone out with them. It just never happened that way for me. I guess the closest was Robert... I met him at work and that night he asked me out to dinner. After dinner we went back to his place and ended up having sex. I got home at like 3 in the morning and had to babysit the next day. I somehow got him to come over to the house where I was babysitting and yeah... that ended up being a pretty big mistake. That whole relationship was just horrible. The way it ended was traumatizing. The way it ended the second time was sickening.
It's not so much that I missed out on life... It's that I never had the opportunity. In high school I was in band and that's really the only thing I cared about. I don't fit in with my age group. I never have. I never went out... Ok. That's a lie. I went out... once. With Keisha. We went to a club in Nashville, I danced with an African man and he protected me and Keisha from most of the other drunkards as we danced. This was helpful when one particular drunkard wasn't pleased when Keisha wanted nothing more than dancing.
See... I was not and still am not wanted by the masses. I have never had to deal with unwanted gropings or anything of the kind. Keisha however... she has always been wanted by the masses. Big boobs, dancer body, cute face. Really, what more can you ask for?
So. Because of that and the fact that I grew up in a small town, I missed out on a lot of experiences.
I don't generally feel cheated or anything. It doesn't really matter. 
But sometimes I do wish that I could have had a life like that for a little while. 
There was Kirk though... Kirk was probably the closest to a high school kind of fling that most people have. I don't really remember how it happened, but somehow Keisha and I ended up at this pool hall with Kirk, Alex, and Jason. I literally knew none of these people. As we got there, Keisha got someone to get her a Smirnoff and we sat and talked for a bit. Well. I didn't talk. I don't talk to strangers. Kirk was enamored with Keisha. She knew all of these people, especially Kirk. Anyway. At some point I ended up shooting pool with Jason. He was a big guy with a fuzzy face and hair that was a little too long. He was actually really sweet and I walked away with quite the crush on him. See, he talked to me about philosophy. I had just decided that I was going to major in philosophy and he allowed me to engage in my first philosophical conversation. He was a Nietzsche fan. I of course knew nothing of him or any philosopher really, so I had little stars in my eyes. Anyway. At some point Kirk pulls me to the side and asks me about Keisha (yeah, I'm *that* girl). She's  tdating a drummer at the time and has been for a good while. Kirk has no chance in hell. I tell him that but of course he isn't deterred and tries to get her number from me and when that doesn't work, from her. Anyway. Eventually we leave and everything's cool. All in all it was fun. Sure, I was the fat, ugly friend who was probably just getting in the way, but still. Anyway. The next day at school Kirk comes up to me and tells me that his buddy Alex wanted my number. After giving him some kind of look, I gave it to him, vaguely excited. No one had ever tried to get my number before. The next day I think, Kirk comes up to me and tells me that he lied, that he actually wanted my number. I looked at him like he was insane and told him that I wasn't gonna fall for his bullshit and that I knew he was only doing this to get close to Keisha. ... I should explain at this point that Kirk is... hot. Like... hot. Fit without being bulky, tall, solid. Cutest face ever. Just sayin. In other words, out of my league doesn't even begin to cover it. I think at this point I'd had one boyfriend and you can barely even call it that (unless you count late night dates in my front yard as my mother slept a relationship... that's a separate story though, and another almost normal experience for me). So anyway. He assured me that that wasn't the case and I figured I might as well go for it. So yeah. It began. It was short. By short I mean I don't think it lasted more than a week. In that time he was... like a fucking puppy. He would meet me in the halls at school like a proper boyfriend and ignored Keisha. I'm pretty sure she even pulled him aside and told him that he better not be up to anything stupid (like using me to get to her). Anyway, I didn't really get invested. I wasn't that stupid. But yeah, he ended up coming to my work and sitting there and talking to me for like an hour. My boss was really not happy. But really... Kirk helped me get over some stuff. That night he kissed me at work because I told him he wouldn't. I never thought that he'd do that really. But yeah. It made me feel better about myself. We don't have sex. Which is kinda surprising considering the number of times we were alone in his room. But yeah. Another thing I learned from Kirk. We've all got our insecurities. He was afraid to do anything because he has a small penis. Seriously. We're laying there making out and he informs me of his small penis. And of course I was afraid to do anything because, well, I didn't look like the girls he'd been with. His ex, for example with the red hair, big boobs, and cute little body. Yeah. He assured me that i had nothing to worry about though and he was the type that if he said something, you believed him. So I did. Another fear conquered, woo! Anyway, this pointless story comes to an end when the next day Kirk breaks it off with me because I'm too good for him. Which is entirely true, but still, I never would have said that. 
Aaaaaanyway. I don't think I meant to get into all that. I hadn't really thought about all that in a good while. But yeah. You get the point. 
I have no idea where I was going with this. 
I was depressed though and now I'm not so I'm just going to cut off here for now. 
One day you'll get the other stories. Maybe. Geoff is almost interesting. And Dominic is one hell of a saga. Robert is just a fucking nightmare. Chase was the only remotely sweet one and I ended up fucking him over royally. Tim was a short one that did more harm than good. Van was... good for me... kinda... but it was definitely NOT a relationship. 
Yeah. That's all.

**Edit: Josh. I should also talk about Josh. That was another almost normal experience. And Chris. The epic story of Chris and I needs to be told at some point. And...... Hm.... I think that's it. Yeah.

Not a Real Philosopher

So... I was fucking around on Fu tonight instead of doing something productive like writing my paper. I got the bright idea that I should rate someone's shit and get some points again. So I figured I'd go through Chris' again. It had been a while.

Meh.

He's had too many girlfriends. I found the profile of this one chick that he dated a few years ago through a photo comment that she left. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to click. Then I kept clicking. And kept clicking... *sigh* I don't know why I'm all sad about it... I guess I liked to think that I was the first person he seriously considered marrying.. even thought I knew I wasn't before this.. but whatever. But this chick. Sigh. Fuck. I can't explain. But it's just... her. Because I know the hell he went through when she left. Ok, not really, but I know the general idea. I met him about a year after that.

Meh.

I don't know. I should have stopped clicking. Curiosity killed the cat, y'know.

I need to keep typing. I need to get to the bottom of why I feel so... depressed because of this. I guess I feel like I don't really have him even though I have him.

I also got to thinking about what life will be like when I'm actually there. Like... how fucking weird is that gonna be, yo? Hell, I've never done this before. It's been a rough few weeks for us because of stress and such and usually I would have just fucking left... but for once... I'm here. I'm staying. I have to. For once... I really do trust him. Thoughts still run through my head... the fears are still there trying to take over... but I'm working on it. I trust him not to do anything that would hurt me. Not intentionally anyway.

I wonder if it would be better if I were there. I wonder if every time I think that I'm setting myself up for failure and disappointment.

Just... seeing her... knowing... what he felt... seeing things he said to her... seeing how much he loved her... seeing... god... it just looks like he loved her like he loves me. Ya know? I guess that's really it. It's not really jealousy if it's something in the past, is it? I don't know. They even had a wedding date... *sigh* I'm just... sad. And maybe I am jealous. Because I'm not there and even though we plan on getting married things aren't settled enough that we could possibly think of setting a date. All the practicalities are still up in the air. Maybe I'm just afraid that it's going to end before we get to that point. Maybe we'll get tired of waiting. Maybe ... maybe it's just not enough.

It might sound like I'm mad at him. I'm not. Not in the slightest actually... I just feel... hurt. For no good reason. Not like "he did something to hurt me" kind of thing... just... wounded... like a bruise... Maybe this is all a part of not feeling good enough. Just not being enough.

God, I feel like I'm all over the place.

No wonder I can't concentrate. My head is so fucking scattered I can't concentrate on anything.

I just... I love him. So much. There was a moment the other day where I thought... I thought he was leaving me... I can't even tell you what that did to me. I cracked into a million pieces on the inside.

I know I get jealous way too often and over things that I have no reason to be jealous over... I don't really know how to make that stop. I know that ties into not feeling like I'm enough. I feel bad that I'm not there. I feel bad that he's stuck being in love with me, someone who can't be there with him... for him. You can't help who you fall in love with and we're all victims of love, right? So he just can't help it. He doesn't have a choice. Get it? He's stuck. Yet somehow it doesn't work the other way around in my mind, lol. I guess I should work on that line of logic a little more. Because he can always leave... so there's really no stuck... except if he loves me then he can't. Sigh. I dunno. I'm thinking too much and getting all philosophical or some shit. This is why philosophers commit suicide. Good thing I'm just a fledgling.

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