Relationship steps are huge. They remind of the steps at Harvard’s stadium. . . Cement Levels about a foot and a half high. Maybe higher. There are no seats, just these levels. After my Biathlon for the BU Rowing Team (Erg 7500 meters then bike 10 miles) I could hardly walk up normal stairs. (There were approximately 6 to get inside the stadium from where I dumped my bike) The water I so desperately needed was 3 cement levels up and I couldn’t bend my knees high enough to move. I had to crawl. I nearly cried. I could hardly drink I was shaking so much. Pushed to my bodily limits all before 10 AM.
This is what relationships are like for me. A drive to succeed and a serious inhibition to push up to the next level. In this case it’s fear instead of bodily exhaustion, but you get the picture. I’m not ready to face things, I’m too scared of what is or isn’t what will or won’t, etc etc etc. My imagination runs rampant and my feelings are just a morass of knots and tangles. School doesn’t help too much. The work load is slowly driving me up the wall.
Last night I started shaking and crying. I felt horrible. I can’t figure out what it was. That scares me even more. At least he was there to be leaned on. I can’t express my absolute adoration of him. It astounds me to know that the world of internet dating holds some possibility of success. Almost at 8 months. . . good lordy.
I can go on and on and on.
How can people come to these decisions in such a short time? My parents were practically married by this time!! Other friends were engaged after 2, some after years and years. To watch these varied paths and patterns baffles my mind. Everyone is different, everyone goes through it. Some go too fast and realise the mistakes, some are forever happy. I am just not ready. Quite honestly I know what’s it like to push at emotions to speed up, to try to match the other person. It makes me feel ill, like having someone pull at my emotions in the wrong way. Apparently too hard of a pull has the same reaction.
I have so many more questions to ask and pose to you anonymous readers and some are just too private. Perhaps LJ shall come back into play again. . . Nothing like having a network of ex-con-goers to make me feel a bit more relieved.