{"id":103,"date":"2004-08-27T01:21:02","date_gmt":"2004-08-27T01:21:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=103"},"modified":"2004-08-27T01:21:02","modified_gmt":"2004-08-27T01:21:02","slug":"night-draws-my-displeasure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=103","title":{"rendered":"night draws my displeasure"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don\\&#8217;t know what I am doing.  I don\\&#8217;t know why I always feel this way.<\/p>\n<p>It\\&#8217;s so hard for me to forgive.  Is it really because I don\\&#8217;t want to be hurt again?  During that psych therapy session, the counselor was able to figure out that I distance myself from people because I am afraid of getting hurt.  I denied it at the time, thinking it was something else.  But now, maybe it\\&#8217;s true.  When I do distance myself from someone, I do it because&#8230;I was hurt&#8230;I felt&#8230;so scarred that I couldn\\&#8217;t forgive.  Understand thyself right?<\/p>\n<p>Tonight after I had gone out with Justin and some old grad student, I had walked into my house happy.  Simple smiles and fake talk was so much&#8230;fun.  Just pleasing at least.  But then I returned to my room and saw that&#8230;Chris had returned my e-mail.  Earlier, he had asked me whether it was \\&#8221;the end\\&#8221; to some obscure comment I left on his aim.  I just replied \\&#8221;Not yet.\\&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Not yet.  When I tell people that, it\\&#8217;s almost inevitable.  A self-fulfilling prophecy?  Last Friday, I told him that I was more afraid that I was going to be the one that drifts.  And so here less than a week later, I have.  So it goes.  But I alone do have the power to stop it.  But I feel so uncomfortable, so discomforted from it.  I want to feel better, and so I make the sacrifices.  A sense of avoidance, but that just continues the cycle.<\/p>\n<p>What\\&#8217;s so painful is that I am looking for 36 pictures to print.  But as I go through my 4000+ picture collection, I come across pictures of moments that were preserved in time.  The pictures of me and people&#8230;who I used to really know.  But then something happened.  Something always happened.  It\\&#8217;s like at that moment that we took the picture, we were living in pseudo-innocence.  I don\\&#8217;t know why.  It hurts.  It just hurts.<\/p>\n<p>and then regrets?  But sometimes the ending&#8230;is better for the moment.  And then maybe not.  I want to be comfortable, but what do I do?  Do I ignore my pain?  Forget the past?  How do I do that?  Absorb the scars and pretend they aren\\&#8217;t there?  How do I come to terms with something that has hurt me?  How do I?  How do I cope?<\/p>\n<p>I thought I would cry about this kind of loss.  But I couldn\\&#8217;t even make myself do it.<\/p>\n<p>Why did he say \\&#8221;I don\\&#8217;t think you\\&#8217;ll ever know the way I feel about you.\\&#8221;  What does that mean?<\/p>\n<p>While I was&#8230;drifting, I thought about how easy it would be just to cut it off.  Especially since I am so far away.  I didn\\&#8217;t even add his number to my new cellphone.  I mean, it always seems like this kind of thing would be up to me.  If I insisted on not speaking, we definitely would not.  And so it goes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don\\&#8217;t know what I am doing. I don\\&#8217;t know why I always feel this way. It\\&#8217;s so hard for me to forgive. Is it really because I don\\&#8217;t want to be hurt again? 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