Here’s the problem. I’m afraid of myself!
I’m in Chicago right now waiting for Therapy Man to do his thing. I just officially broke up with Danger Boy this morning. I’m not sure how that will go. I have never done that before. It’s always been him and it has always existed around some sort of shit storm. No shit storm this time (yet). I just got tired of him… um, I think. Chasing him or whatever game it was we were playing because in the end it was just sex and I was losing regardless… good sex or not.
Ironically, he got me right where he wanted me to be…. he kept saying, after 3 years of it, that it was just sex and I kept saying it had to be more… finally I agree with him and I’m not interested anymore. He should have just let me do me. Boys are dumb.
How does all of this make me realize that I’m afraid of myself?
The rest of my week does. And, the rest of my week is so effing crazy that I’m not entirely sure where to start or even sure if it matters if I do.
I do know that as I begin to remove people from my life I am realizing that all I have left is me… as I was driving to Chicago it occured to me that I scare the shit out of myself. I’m a goodish person. But, I am crazy as hell. It’s very well documented! I’m not sure I can deal with myself… that is why I let so many awful people in. Hell, I will let anyone in – case in point.. Danger Boy!
I don’t know. People do not stay in my life for a reason. If others don’t stay how long am I expected to? I drive others crazy? Are you pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down here people? I am not an easy person to deal with, obviously!
I think you get it… I’m off for therapy.