{"id":491,"date":"2011-06-25T17:23:52","date_gmt":"2011-06-25T17:23:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=491"},"modified":"2011-06-25T17:23:52","modified_gmt":"2011-06-25T17:23:52","slug":"i-just-wantto-be-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=491","title":{"rendered":"I just want&#8230;to be friends&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ultimately what do I want?  I want connections.  Emotional connections.  I want attachment.  In all, I don\\&#8217;t want to be alone.<\/p>\n<p>I am over-analytical.  Trying to determine how those webs&#8212;why those webs reach out to me, touching me, making me want to send me own silky threads to others.  In hopes of connections.  And I wonder why.  I really do wonder why others send those sticky threads to me&#8212;why me, why me in my awkwardness, bishy ways.  Why do I deserve them?<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, he asked me suddenly upon return of putting something in the dryer, \\&#8221;Can you trust your emotions?\\&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Standing in the kitchen, I hesitated for a second&#8212;feeling like there was a message underneath it.  <i>What was he implying?  Was I misinterpreting it.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\\&#8221;The Filipino girl,\\&#8221; he added as if to clarify his question.<\/p>\n<p>But I just let my thoughts flow, not really thinking&#8212;\\&#8221;Sometimes they change.  They are not the same.  You may not feel the same way about someone a few years from now.\\&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Emotions are fleeting.  I remember thinking this way about certain people: Justin, Andy, Ben, Chris C.  I felt nothing except anxiety for the guilt of the pain that I must have caused.  And the longing&#8212;it wasn\\&#8217;t to be with them, but it was for the connection that we shared.<\/p>\n<p>Why do we choose the people the way we do?  Why do we choose the companion that we are with for the rest of our lives?  This morning, I woke up with guilt, indecision&#8230;and I thought about everything, ultimately with tears dripping down my face.  Why&#8230;why&#8230;an emotional affair yes.   My friends&#8212;why do I choose them.  Is it some unspoken connection&#8212;that draws me to them and vice versa?  I am usually the one pushing and pulling.  And I am always surprised when someone else does the heavy lifting.<\/p>\n<p>I once dreamed that my ideal world would be surrounded by the people that I loved being around.  I would choose to be with my closest friends than the single true love.  But nowadays, I say, \\&#8221;I used to think that.\\&#8221;  And suddenly I am back.  <\/p>\n<p>I hold people close until they wriggle out of my intense grip.  Then do they stay or do they leave?<\/p>\n<p>There\\&#8217;s a part of me that knows that the intensity with him will die&#8212;I will learn all there is about him and then there\\&#8217;s nothing left.  Maybe it will just be an empty shell&#8212;completely.  I will left alone, but satisfied because I felt it all.  And there\\&#8217;s only me now to be comfortable with it.  It\\&#8217;s always about being comfortable.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ultimately what do I want? I want connections. Emotional connections. I want attachment. In all, I don\\&#8217;t want to be alone. I am over-analytical. Trying to determine how those webs&#8212;why those webs reach out to me, touching me, making me want to send me own silky threads to others. In hopes of connections. And I &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=491\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">I just want&#8230;to be friends&#8230;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-491","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/491","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=491"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/491\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=491"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=491"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=491"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}