Those dreams are dead, but I'm alive
Jul. 24th, 2001 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpThis is a roller coaster kind of day. But I suppose every day will be a little less weird, a little less demanding. I got my futon today. I settled on the full sized one because no one in the entire city of Columbus except the ridiculous and expensive fancypants futon people had a queen. So then, to make up for it, I got a really keen astrological print bedspread for my new digs. Today I'm going to clear out the extra room's closet so I can move my junk in there. I should stop calling it the extra room. It's /my/ room.
This morning I told A. that I had made an appointment to go to counseling by myself, through the university, where it's free (and since it's summer, they weren't too booked, and I'm getting in almost right away). About 10 minutes later, no joke, he starts looking in his employee handbook for insurance information (the same info he didn't want to get for the past couple of weeks). I stood my ground this time, and said, "I'm going by myself. At least for now." I waited. I asked. I all but begged. He said he didn't want to go. Okay.
The power kept going on and off last night. After the third time of having the power go off and frag up my computer, I said 'screw it' and left it off. I colored a picture, hee, I bought coloring books for work and went to town, talking on the phone coloring some Rugrats. I love the smell of crayons.
But I'm sad, today. I'm a strong person, and I can handle this. I can handle anything. But there's something inherent sad about someone you love crying in front of you because they don't want their life to change, but they don't want to be intimate with you either. How frustrating. I can deal with him not wanting to be intimate with me anymore (emotionally and/or physically) - I'll move on. I can deal with him wanting to try to keep it together - I'll work on our relationship. However, I can't do both - I can't emotionally/physically move on /and/ go through the motions to keep his life neat and tidy. I can't, and more importantly, I won't.
I'm rambling in the LJ again. Bah! How annoying. I want someone to come over, watch a movie with me, and just... want to touch me in some way. Like, a tiny little connection. Lay their head on my shoulder. Ask me what I think about something, or what my favorite color is, and why, and what does it smell like?
Something.
~//~
It's been a long time since I watched these lights alone
I look around my life tonight and you are gone
I might have done something to keep you if I'd known
How unhappy you had become
But I was dreaming of you, with my heart in your hands
And I was following through with my beautiful plans
Yeah, and now I'm rolling down this canyon drive
With your laughter in my head
But I have to block it out somehow to survive
Cause those dreams are dead
And I'm alive.
This morning I told A. that I had made an appointment to go to counseling by myself, through the university, where it's free (and since it's summer, they weren't too booked, and I'm getting in almost right away). About 10 minutes later, no joke, he starts looking in his employee handbook for insurance information (the same info he didn't want to get for the past couple of weeks). I stood my ground this time, and said, "I'm going by myself. At least for now." I waited. I asked. I all but begged. He said he didn't want to go. Okay.
The power kept going on and off last night. After the third time of having the power go off and frag up my computer, I said 'screw it' and left it off. I colored a picture, hee, I bought coloring books for work and went to town, talking on the phone coloring some Rugrats. I love the smell of crayons.
But I'm sad, today. I'm a strong person, and I can handle this. I can handle anything. But there's something inherent sad about someone you love crying in front of you because they don't want their life to change, but they don't want to be intimate with you either. How frustrating. I can deal with him not wanting to be intimate with me anymore (emotionally and/or physically) - I'll move on. I can deal with him wanting to try to keep it together - I'll work on our relationship. However, I can't do both - I can't emotionally/physically move on /and/ go through the motions to keep his life neat and tidy. I can't, and more importantly, I won't.
I'm rambling in the LJ again. Bah! How annoying. I want someone to come over, watch a movie with me, and just... want to touch me in some way. Like, a tiny little connection. Lay their head on my shoulder. Ask me what I think about something, or what my favorite color is, and why, and what does it smell like?
Something.
~//~
It's been a long time since I watched these lights alone
I look around my life tonight and you are gone
I might have done something to keep you if I'd known
How unhappy you had become
But I was dreaming of you, with my heart in your hands
And I was following through with my beautiful plans
Yeah, and now I'm rolling down this canyon drive
With your laughter in my head
But I have to block it out somehow to survive
Cause those dreams are dead
And I'm alive.
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actually, I've never seen Thelma and Louise.
Date: 2001-07-24 03:14 pm (UTC)except that I know you've been through all my damned Dykes to Watch out For books, girlie. So I know even if you never done saw the movie, Alison Bechdel spoiled it for you long before I did.
(besides. reread it. think. do I say anything about whose death? I say 'without the death part.' I could just be referring to general movie killings. so whose spoiling it now, smarty pants?)