Sad and tired...
Feb. 4th, 2006 02:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I just want to lay in bed and cry for a few days.
Not for any readily-articulated reason. I just feel... sad.
I want to be comforted, but there's no one withing several hundred miles to comfort me. I just feel alone.
I've had a lot on my mind recently. Of particular note is this girl. Without getting too much into the details, mostly because I'm just too... tired right now: she's a really nice, really pretty girl. I don't know her enough, yet, than to say that I have a crush on her, but that's a kinda nice feeling after, you know, not. But there's the usual anxiety that she has no real interest in me, despite the interest I have in her, and the memory of the fall is enough that I almost don't even want to risk it. "Better to have loved and lost" just doesn't ring as true to me in the wake of recent hurts. and I recognize this as a failing on my part, but that doesn't mean it isn't there.
And then there's the matter of... She has a daughter. I don't know the whole story, but the girl isn't married, and her daughter is a pretty cute kid, but I really don't know how that makes me feel. 'Scared' and 'uncomfortable' come to mind, though. I was talking to my friend Laurel about this and she asked me what I thought of it -- and I kind of shrugged it off with a "it doesn't really bother me," which surprised her (she expected something different from The Catholic, I guess), but... Well, my own sister had a child before she was married, and a number of my highschool friends have had children, and not all of them are even married today. And that doesn't make them bad people; foolish, maybe, guilty of making bad choices perhaps, but... What makes me most uncomfortable about this girl and her daughter, really, is failings in me. i get scared that I won't make a good father to my own kids... And maybe it's horrid to say, or the wrong attitude to take, but I don't know how I'd deal with someone else's kid. I think I'm a jealous and scared and short-sighted man.
And it probably doesn't even matter, anyways, because I might not mean anything to her.
*sigh*
It's 3am. I don't want to go to bed. It seems I've been avoiding sleep lately; that can't be a good sign. But I don't really have anything to keep me up any more.
I wish I had someone to talk to. I wish I had someone to cry to.
I wish I was going to see The Guys at the card shop tomorrow instead of working on my AI group's project.
Not for any readily-articulated reason. I just feel... sad.
I want to be comforted, but there's no one withing several hundred miles to comfort me. I just feel alone.
I've had a lot on my mind recently. Of particular note is this girl. Without getting too much into the details, mostly because I'm just too... tired right now: she's a really nice, really pretty girl. I don't know her enough, yet, than to say that I have a crush on her, but that's a kinda nice feeling after, you know, not. But there's the usual anxiety that she has no real interest in me, despite the interest I have in her, and the memory of the fall is enough that I almost don't even want to risk it. "Better to have loved and lost" just doesn't ring as true to me in the wake of recent hurts. and I recognize this as a failing on my part, but that doesn't mean it isn't there.
And then there's the matter of... She has a daughter. I don't know the whole story, but the girl isn't married, and her daughter is a pretty cute kid, but I really don't know how that makes me feel. 'Scared' and 'uncomfortable' come to mind, though. I was talking to my friend Laurel about this and she asked me what I thought of it -- and I kind of shrugged it off with a "it doesn't really bother me," which surprised her (she expected something different from The Catholic, I guess), but... Well, my own sister had a child before she was married, and a number of my highschool friends have had children, and not all of them are even married today. And that doesn't make them bad people; foolish, maybe, guilty of making bad choices perhaps, but... What makes me most uncomfortable about this girl and her daughter, really, is failings in me. i get scared that I won't make a good father to my own kids... And maybe it's horrid to say, or the wrong attitude to take, but I don't know how I'd deal with someone else's kid. I think I'm a jealous and scared and short-sighted man.
And it probably doesn't even matter, anyways, because I might not mean anything to her.
*sigh*
It's 3am. I don't want to go to bed. It seems I've been avoiding sleep lately; that can't be a good sign. But I don't really have anything to keep me up any more.
I wish I had someone to talk to. I wish I had someone to cry to.
I wish I was going to see The Guys at the card shop tomorrow instead of working on my AI group's project.
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Date: 2006-02-05 07:04 am (UTC)if you ever need someone to talk to, hit me up. really. it's nice to feel needed from time to time ... *lol* i'm on aim a lot, and during the day even if i have an away message up i'm usually at the computer because i'm such a big loser and all. i don't usually message you because your away message is up, but maybe i should try anyway and see what happens. we used to have some rather nice talks. ^_^ (rememer, back when you were obsessed with me and hitting on me constantly and stuff ... *eyeroll*)
i really have to go to bed now. <3 take care of yourself and know that i'm here if you need.
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Date: 2006-02-05 08:18 am (UTC)Truth be told, empirical evidence points to the fact that I'll do OK; I've had a lot of experience with kids through my siblings, and I think I have a pretty well-balanced attitude about how one should and should not treat children, but... Well, with my dad as a role-model, I feel I have pretty big shoes to fill. And I'd like to raise my kids into people I can like and respect, which is asking a lot. -smiles- Just, you know...
(I'm glad to hear things are going with for you and Steve, and for your family in general.)
-smiles- I'll have to make a more-conscious effort to tag you on AIM; I missed you during your absence, and now that you're back again I've hardly seen you. I do the same thing with my AIM -- partly due to habit but partly, to be honest, because I think it would be a little depressing to let it down and not be assaulted by messages. And I do remember our nice talks (and my obsession over you; ah, good times, good times).