Does this make sense? I'm antisocial yet lonely all at the same time - it's an oxymoron, I don't understand. Which brings me to my new year's eve: I assumed I would be spending the night right here with George and the other lonely internet people but was asked by Jodie to hang out. I deliberated and though I felt that staying here and not "doing anything" would be my best option since I can often feel my sadness/loneliness more acutely when I'm around others (depending on the situations and people) but I decided to fight the urge to avoid. As much as it can be extremely difficult for someone to get up and go somewhere/do something social when they're feeling down, it usually ends up being a good idea. So this is why I was "smart" and decided to just go for it.
This turned out to be one of those times where staying in alone would have been the better plan - how was I supposed to know? So that was annoying. Although who knows, perhaps I would have gotten myself all sad if I'd stayed in. The thing is, I've become really good at distracting myself from dwelling on unpleasant emotions, which is why I either wanted to stay home alone, or go somewhere where there were a lot of people and mayhem for a different kind of distraction, or of course, have someone come over and sweep me off my feet so to speak (yes I like to fantasize).
So that was that. I got through it. And I quite literally slept straight through January 1st - just woke up around 10pm.
Just in case you're wondering, the reason I'm all melodramatic about the holidays/new year's eve is because it is a time to spend with your loved ones. Not only do I not have many people in my life, but those I care about most are not with me, but with others. Therefore the loneliness is exaggerated and who the hell wants that? But it's done now - let's move on, shall we?
I don't really do new year's resolutions because if I'm going to make a resolution, I don't need to wait until the beginning of the year - that's what Mondays are for ;o) Obviously I need to work on relationships and lack there of and of course my health, which fucking sucks and drives me crazy and I wish I could trade this body in for a fresh healthy one damnit. Not that I hate my body, but that I hate how malfunctioned it is. As for hating my body, I'm pretty sure I've got BDD but I'm hoping some stuff I'm doing is gonna help that. The brain is a crazy/powerful mother fucker.
Anyway, there's always stuff to work on - that's what we do in life, we grow and then we die and hopefully we enjoy the process.
In other news, I just found out that I have been wearing the wrong bra size for almost a decade, which explains a lot - wtf. So I'm actually a DD or E cup, NOT a D cup. Damnit. Time to get some new bras. Time to get all new clothes actually, since my lovely cat George thinks it hilarious to cover all my clothing in his white fur so that I can never get a date and become an old, lonely cat lady. I swear to god he has some magical fur that makes it impossible to remove! He's lucky I love him.
Enough rambling for now, I'll be back when I have something good to say.
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