my heart is the worst
Monday, November 16, 2009 by jasmine
this is part two (part one) of what will eventually lead to a legit revelation...one that millions of women have made before me, and millions will make af"ter me, but you know, i like to be self-indulgent sometimes.
so after that fateful night, i fell into a downward spiral. i was miserable, lonely, distracted, distraught, upset, and even a little bit heartbroken. when i engage intimately with someone, i feel like i'm giving up a little bit of myself. i feel vulnerable. so to give a little bit of myself to this guy, and to have him reject it for not being enough, was extremely painful. at the time, i considered this to be such a cowardly way to approach things. i thought it meant that i was childish and immature. i thought i was dumb for feeling that way. so i tried to ignore it. three weeks after i was sexually violated, i encountered this guy i was acquainted with at a bar. he was cute and funny, and we started making out. blah blah, i went home with him. we were both solidly intoxicated, but we didn't have sex, and the afternoon after was beyond awkward, and unfortunately, i'm pretty unskilled in the art of gracefully extricating one's self from undesirable social situations. so, pretty much, i waited for him to be like, "peace out."
i felt disgusting, worthless, nasty, etc. this rendezvous stung especially hard, because we had a conversation once wherein he said he doesn't do one night stands because he's too controlled for it, and the one time he did have one, he felt gross. so you know it feels really awesome when someone breaks that rule for you. like, great, i'm good enough for you to paw on the metro, but not good enough to watch a movie with the day after. fabulous. two days later, i sent him an innocous text that was like, "LET'S MAKE THIS LESS AWKWARD AND TRY TO RECOVER SOME VESTIGE OF OUR ACQUAINTANCESHIP." and he was pretty much, "OKAY...HAHAHA, JUST KIDDING. YOU'RE A COOTIE-RIDDEN WHORESLUT." and then i once again plunged into despair. i was just confused. both of those boys constantly told me repeatedly that i'm cool/awesome/funny/amazing/beautiful blah blah, lies. and i'm more naive than i like to think i am. sometimes i forget that some people don't put as much stock in their words as i do. so i allowed myself to be lulled into a sense of false complacency, and then got screwed over.
and i thought it was totally my fault. when in reality, it really wasn't. when someone is an asshole, that is completely on their own volition. just because those dudes didn't value me as a person doesn't mean that i'm not valuable as a person. i am. i deserve to be respected and loved. i am human, and i may not be perfect in any sphere, but i don't hurt others, and in return, i deserve that same courtesy. and it's okay that if i get with someone, i WANT THEM TO HAVE A MODICUM OF LIKE FOR ME. it doesn't have to lead into the most epic relationship of all time, but i need to not be treated like trash either. and yes, this desire is enhanced around people who have stuck their tongues down my throat. and i think that is completely reasonable and acceptable.
right. yeah.
catharsis rant over.
so after that fateful night, i fell into a downward spiral. i was miserable, lonely, distracted, distraught, upset, and even a little bit heartbroken. when i engage intimately with someone, i feel like i'm giving up a little bit of myself. i feel vulnerable. so to give a little bit of myself to this guy, and to have him reject it for not being enough, was extremely painful. at the time, i considered this to be such a cowardly way to approach things. i thought it meant that i was childish and immature. i thought i was dumb for feeling that way. so i tried to ignore it. three weeks after i was sexually violated, i encountered this guy i was acquainted with at a bar. he was cute and funny, and we started making out. blah blah, i went home with him. we were both solidly intoxicated, but we didn't have sex, and the afternoon after was beyond awkward, and unfortunately, i'm pretty unskilled in the art of gracefully extricating one's self from undesirable social situations. so, pretty much, i waited for him to be like, "peace out."
i felt disgusting, worthless, nasty, etc. this rendezvous stung especially hard, because we had a conversation once wherein he said he doesn't do one night stands because he's too controlled for it, and the one time he did have one, he felt gross. so you know it feels really awesome when someone breaks that rule for you. like, great, i'm good enough for you to paw on the metro, but not good enough to watch a movie with the day after. fabulous. two days later, i sent him an innocous text that was like, "LET'S MAKE THIS LESS AWKWARD AND TRY TO RECOVER SOME VESTIGE OF OUR ACQUAINTANCESHIP." and he was pretty much, "OKAY...HAHAHA, JUST KIDDING. YOU'RE A COOTIE-RIDDEN WHORESLUT." and then i once again plunged into despair. i was just confused. both of those boys constantly told me repeatedly that i'm cool/awesome/funny/amazing/beautiful blah blah, lies. and i'm more naive than i like to think i am. sometimes i forget that some people don't put as much stock in their words as i do. so i allowed myself to be lulled into a sense of false complacency, and then got screwed over.
and i thought it was totally my fault. when in reality, it really wasn't. when someone is an asshole, that is completely on their own volition. just because those dudes didn't value me as a person doesn't mean that i'm not valuable as a person. i am. i deserve to be respected and loved. i am human, and i may not be perfect in any sphere, but i don't hurt others, and in return, i deserve that same courtesy. and it's okay that if i get with someone, i WANT THEM TO HAVE A MODICUM OF LIKE FOR ME. it doesn't have to lead into the most epic relationship of all time, but i need to not be treated like trash either. and yes, this desire is enhanced around people who have stuck their tongues down my throat. and i think that is completely reasonable and acceptable.
right. yeah.
catharsis rant over.
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