I was taking my lunch break today (which lately involves me staying at my desk and eating whatever I brought… you know, the whole money-saving gig!), and doing a little internet surfing when I somehow linked onto this, and it struck a cord on so many levels I just had to share (because who can’t relate to the glaring differences between how men and women communicate?) Mostly though, it just had me thinking they had missed option number 3. You know, the option whereby the man is a complete idiot with the emotional maturity of a 5 year old who is incapable of a.) figuring out what he wants b.) voicing what he wants and c.) following through on said wants. So, instead of the possibility where he could have gotten everything he wanted (including your naked friendship if that was all he wanted, which you are ashamed to admit you would have given into solely because you do miss being naked with someone [him] and at least in that situation you would still in fact have him as your friend… not your finest of moments [and clearly everything happens for a reason, because you probably wouldn’t have walked away from that situation happy], but the truth nonetheless), if he had just had the balls to tell you (because, after all, you always had the balls to tell him everything you were thinking and wanting, even if it was hard or took courage), but instead of owning up to what he wants and is thinking (because clearly, he is missing said balls), he bails. Even though you had been in each other’s lives for over a year, and even though you really did have something that could have been great together (and were slowly working back towards that "happily ever after" that got a little confused in the beginning), he realizes things have gotten too heavy when your world crumbles in on you, and instead of saying "hey, I can't be that man to you, but I do care about you and will always be your friend", he just disappears, even though he must know how incredibly hard it was for you to reach out to him and acknowledge you needed him in the first place (because you just aren't the girl who normally allows herself to rely on anyone. Still, he was the one you called when the roof caved in, he was the one you wanted to comfort you, and so of course, he was the one who decided now was the time to completely pull out; without any kind of explanation). He doesn’t pick up the phone to call, he doesn’t seem to care at all what you are going through, and further, he makes it incredibly clear to you that he never cared. All that pissing and moaning about what you had done to hurt him was really just his way of gaining points from outside observers by playing the victim, because in the end he clearly never loved you, so how could you have possibly hurt anything beyond his stupid pride? If he had loved you (even just at some distant point in the past), he would be here; even if just as your friend. He wouldn’t have let things go on as they were (which was, at the very least a friendship, but if we’re being completely truthful; it was more and he knew it), just to disappear as soon as you really needed him. And he certainly wouldn’t have left the state (for who knows how long) without telling you, or calling you, or checking in on you in any way, because a guy who cared about you wouldn’t like the idea of you running into a neighbor at the grocery store who would bring up the fact that he was gone in conversation [assuming that you, of all people, of course knew this information], which would invariably leave you standing there feeling stupid and shocked and abandoned because he hadn’t even cared to say goodbye or let you know at the very least that he really did hope everything worked out for you. I’m just saying… that could have been a totally generic option (rather than the word-vomit of a vent it likely appears to be) that they probably should have included.
I’m thinking about how fast life can change, and how suddenly someone you thought would always be in your life in some capacity or another, can become someone you know nothing about. Taylor Swift (in all her angsty, young adult, melodramatic, teeny-bopper glory) reminding me to breathe (and that I will make it through this next stage, even without the man I thought he was in my life) seems strangely appropriate today.
ADSPACE
