Exquisite Pain
Forgive the slightly uncomfortable nature of this post everyone.
Sometimes we do things that feel bad because, in feeling bad, they almost start to feel good. I'm not a masochist or anything, but I suspect this is how people who like to self-mutilate justify the things they do to themselves. I'm more thinking of watching upsetting movies because they let us have a good cry rather than cutting, but still. They are both a form of release in some ways.
Going out to dinner with my ex, which is what I did this evening, is sort of like this. I know that being with him (but not being with him) is going to be a splendid torture, excrutiatingly amazing. Exquisite pain. I love/hate it. My emotions are so extreme with him. It's amazing I am able to appear calm and cool in his presence, when my insides are literally screaming "He is acting like he's never seen me naked! What is WRONG with him?".
The real question is, what is wrong with me? Why do I always feel the need to see Harsh, to be in his presence? I literally have guys lined up to date me, which is a huge ego boost, and yet I crave the company of the man who no longer showers me with attention and affection. Is it because I want us to be friends, or do I have deeper issues?
I can't help but think I actually like the pain it causes me to know that I can't have him anymore. How messed up is that?
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So bad for me though. He's been working out too. I don't think he should be allowed to do that...
I've been working out too and I'm in the best shape of my life (and getting even better). My ex- has been working out too but I still look way better. Ha! Seriously though, it may be good to separate for a while -- meaning, not seeing him for a while. My ex- is actually in another room of my house right now helping me hook up my surround sound. This will be the last time I see him for a while because I always end up a mess whenever he's here. :'(
His bald spot is absolutely obvious now - more so than 3 months ago. I guess losing the best fucking thing in his life (me) is causing more stress-induced hair loss than he realized. Paphooey! Ha hahahhaah!
Fascinating post --- when I've put myself (willingly) into that situation, I think its come from wanting the emotional high -- whether those emotions are good or bad, doesn't really matter. This was the case when I was especially meh about the other things going on in my life.
Some of my ex's got chubby, none of them went bald. That might even be too cruel for me to wish for... :)
Fair enough. You could wish for your ex's new boyfriends to go bald?
Well, SC, having lost most of MY hair a while ago (and now keeping what's left super-close cropped to avoid the "Julius Caesar Look"), there'd be a little too much self-hate in that... :)
For some reason all the girls that went out with me liked the "Captain Picard" types... ;)
That's just my humble opinion....