Maybe we should stop doing things after therapy. Just thought, you know.
Nahhh. We should continue doing that. After all, we’d already be in the capital then. Why not take the opportunity to do fun stuff, right?
So anyway, this week’s homework from therapy was to speak more kindly to ourself. Because, why are we such a good friend to others, but so critical of ourself? Take note of the critical voice. When it comes up, train it to speak more kindly to us.
So Instagram targeted a stand-up comedy ad to me, and I thought cool, let’s ask this current match to go with. Another guy? Well, yes, another guy, but I’m not rushing into anything with him. In fact, we matched when my bio stated I wanted nothing but a dinner buddy, and that’s what I wanted to cultivate with him. Let’s try actually being friends with guys, you know?
So I asked him. And I thought to myself that, whatever his response, I’m still going to the thing. I’m taking myself on a date regardless.
I never heard back from him. No biggie. Meanwhile I matched with a girl. It was an accident. I mean, I’m maybe bisexual, but I’m heteroromantic. So I was just looking at the girls but did not mean to swipe any of them because I didn’t want to be unfair to them, you know? But then she looks super cool? And there’s a function where you can compliment people’s photos or things they put on their bio and I thought hey I’ll just pay a little compliment, maybe make her day, and be on my merry way.
How was I supposed to know that when you compliment someone, it auto swipes right?
Anyway of course she said hi and we talked. In a very short order she concluded that I was straight. This was how it went: she asked me why I thought I was bi-curious. Because I could imagine sleeping with girls, but I would still want to build a life with a man.
What do you need to build a life? Safety. Physical, emotional, intellectual, sexual, spiritual, and financial safety.
Then I think you are straight. What you want in order to build a life? You can get that with a girl. Since you want a man, that makes you straight.
Which makes complete sense to me. So now we’re just in a kinda odd situation where we’re not headed towards dating, but neither did we say we would or wouldn’t be friends. But anyway when the guy went radio silent, I thought eh, I might as well ask her.
The interesting thing was I hesitated to ask her. Like, the whole process of getting to know a person and becoming friends with them – I was loath to do it. Which made me question myself: why was I unwilling to do so with a girl when I would be so excited to go out with men? Clearly the difference there is that I hoped that the situation with the men might evolve into a relationship, or maybe, at the very least, that I might get sex out of it. Or bike rides, as in the case of some of them.
Which was a horrible realisation, right? I am that entitled dude who invests time on another person solely for the possibility of sex or a romantic liaison with them. As it turned out, I was the fuckboi?
This led me to question what it was that I wanted out of trying to connect with people. Or, if we’re being honest here, what is it that I wanted from trying to connect with men? Certainly it’s not their friendship that I was after, and that’s not right. How would you build any lasting, meaningful connection if you’re not first friends with them? I had been trying to take the shortcut all this while, and of course that wouldn’t work.
I guess this is what they mean when they say, if you keep getting emotionally unavailable people in your life, check your own emotional availability. Cause it might be that you yourself are not emotionally available. Or perhaps, it might actually be you who isn’t emotionally available.
Hey, it’s me. I’m the problem, it’s me. Okay that’s not talking to myself unkindly, that’s just Taytay’s song. Anyway, at this point, of course my instict was to isolate myself and shun all human contact, right? But they also say that if you’re trying to grow and heal, sometimes that entails retraining your instincts that were honed in survival mode. So I invited her to dinner and the stand-up afterwards.
I was very slightly disappointed but not surprised that she had other plans. The invitation had been very last minute – which was another hallmark of emotional unavailability, haha. But I digress.
So anyway I went to the stand-up alone. Which felt pretty awkward because everyone else had company. I didn’t feel pathetic about being alone – that had never been my issue – but I felt awkward because everyone else were very happily chatting to each other and there was me just sitting there. I was actually trying to regulate myself post-therapy cause, let’s face it, after the past few posts, could my session have been light? I guess if I had a friend they would have distracted me from my inner turmoil.
I guess it was a good thing because I needed to get used to feeling my feelings so that I could process them. The therapy reels also take about being completely present in your life, and I wondered what that meant and how to do it. So I checked in with my voices to see how they were taking the situation. The 8yo? She was doing cartwheels. Just so happy to be taken out to something that we enjoy. Cartwheels. I can’t even cartwheel in real life – that’s how happy she was.
Someone was sad that I did not have any friends there with me tonight. Like, my friends all don’t share my interests, or they’re too scared of things I like, or too busy, or whatever. The point is out of all the people in my life, usually none of them could ever or sometimes would ever participate in things I like, and that thought saddened me. I don’t know if that was the teenage me or the adult me, but I was sad about being friendless in that sense. It reminded me of my uni days, which I actually complained on here in the earliest posts without any self-awareness at all, that poor, sweet child.
That made me feel oppressed because I suddenly felt, very keenly, that I did not belong anywhere. I looked at the people around me, extroverted, expat, clubbing type of people and I recalled how out of place I felt when I followed Ms. Irreverent clubbing. Then I thought about the other people, about what they believe in life, how some of them unquestioning and some are fanatical about the way things are and again I felt like an odd duck. It just seems like I don’t fit in anywhere. I am always either too much or not enough.
And don’t get me wrong. I am very proud about being me and being different in this way, but I think I’ll have to admit that sometimes it gets quite lonely. And what sometimes enrages me is the thought that I can’t be that unique? Somehow I am always either too much or not enough. Why do I struggle to find my people so much?
So then the comedy started and I was diverted for a turn. Until, that was, the final comic was doing a curtain call of everyone who participated in his crowdwork… and he did not mention me. Do you know what that felt like? Like if you were nominated for an award and didn’t win but you still need to clap enthusiastically and gracefully for the winner and fellow nominees. I mean, as I was walking to my car after the show some attendees said that I was the funniest one of the crowd, and that validated me for a bit. Like, I wasn’t just imagining that my contribution to the show was worthwhile. So why did he mention everyone else but me?
And here’s the main point about the post. Haha, such a roundabout way we’ve gone, haven’t we? The main point is, I was sad about what happened. I felt slighted, I felt unchosen, and I was sad about that. So one side of me was trying to be graceful about it and accept that we were sad, but another side was like, oh come on. You can’t seriously be sad about that? He probably didn’t think anything about it. He was running out of time, and he wanted to end the show. And like, what was even significant about it? In the grand scheme of things, why would you be sad about such a small thing?
I realised that I was not holding space for myself so I tried to be better. But of course that was still too much and intellectualisation started kicking in. I had the situation analysed in very short order: him not mentioning me was triggering because it made me feel unchosen, easily forgotten, and invisible. Making an effort to move away from intellectualisation to actually sit with the feelings, Yes, sweetie, I’m sorry he made you feel that way. It is sad, and it’s okay to feel sad. Go ahead, take the time to feel sad.
Isn’t it a little pathetic to be so sad about this measly thing? Come onnnnnnnnn.
No, no. Come on. We are holding space for us.
And… I don’t know what the ending is. Did I process that sadness? I don’t know. Maybe not? Because I seem to still be dysregulated?
Maybe I’ll end on this note: it’s difficult to speak kindly to ourself now, but you’re so brave for trying. Thank you Ms. Critical – you’re always so analytical, so practical, and you’re definitely a valuable team player in situations where we need to make practical, analytical decisions, but you can take a step back when it comes to our emotion. And Ms. Compassionate, good job for keeping standing up. It’s not easy for you to show up when another side tries to speak over you, but you’re patient with them, and you try to give them space while guiding them along. You’re a rock star! Good job team!