Make it stop

I wonder how you make yourself stop caring for someone...Like, I still want to check on you...but it's obvious you don't want it...So what do I do? I am so not good at being mean to people, but at the same time I know that if we did talk, I'd have a hard time being nice to you because there is so much hostility and anger and pain between us.

It's funny because I was fine as long as I didn't think about you...but then when I do, I can't stop. I'm obsessed. It's bad. Ever since I got that call, it seems like this is my thought process: 

1:00  get call that you aren't ok*
1:04  I get the pang of desire to call you and tell you I care
1:07  tell myself that is inappropriate because you don't care what I think
1:10  try to convince myself that (based on the past) calling you = bad idea
1:33  think that I should call you because you desirve someone on your side
1:35  remember how upset I am with you
1:38  I don't want you to think I'll keep running to you after your disrespect
1:40  recommit myself to resist calling you

That lasts for about 3.7 minutes, then one of two things happens:  I get distracted doing whatever I was supposed to be doing when this whole process started; or I give in and actually call you, but you ignore my call after 2 rings and then never call back--this only happens every once in a while, but either way it only takes 10 or 15 or 20 minutes before I start the whole process again. What's wrong with me?

Seriously, though, what's wrong with me?



*obviously this one doesn't happen every hour...

Voicemail

I got a voicemail message from his relative saying he isnt doing well.
I got a message asking that I call him.
And once again I want to cry.
I asked a friend who said "he was in the hospital."
How is it that 2 days ago I saw him at a party and separately we survived,
But last night I get a call and I long to run to his aid?
Iwish it could be simple.
I wish I knew my next step.
I don't know what to do...
Where is the line that prevents both heartlessness and heartbrake?

How I think random thoughts and end up crying

Apparently I overreact to a lot of things. Deal with it. At least, that's what people tell me to do.

Anyway, let me walk you through the process of an every day activity, which I mentally turn into a devastating tragedy, causing myself to break down into tears:

1- Decide to be a real adult and get to work on time for a change. Walk out of house almost completely ready for the day.

2- Open car door and notice that the rubber strip is falling off car door.

3- Get in car as I remember that rubber strip fell off other car door, but was successfully reattached.

4- Close car door and remember that Chris fixed other rubber strip.

5- Start engine, remembering that I am no longer talking to Chris.

6- Think that I should call Chris because it's been a long time and maybe we can be friends again.

7- Remember that the last time I called him, I went to his voice mail after only 2 rings, which obviously means that he ignored my call.

8- Think about calling him again but remember that he never called me back even though I left a message.

9- Resolve not to be "that girl" who keeps calling when it is obvious that she is not wanted. Start driving to work.

10- Get half way there and remember that rubber strip is still falling off. Think about calling Chris.

11- Decide not to call Chris.

12- Obsess about wanting to call Chris but knowing it is a bad idea. Realize (once again) that I really do miss him. (A lot.)

13- Realize that tears are collecting and poised to attack, so it is necessary to pull over and park car.

14- Have a 10 minute crying fit as I wait for tears to realize that they have in fact won the battle, so they can stop attacking.

15- Try to pull myself together and finish driving to work only to arrive at work late, with make-up streaked down my face.

16- Remember that I still can't call the person I normally would run to for comfort.

17- Cry again.

This can happen with anything that reminds me of how much I used to depend on him, and how much I absolutely cannot call him, no matter how much I want to because I will just be "that girl" and I hate "that girl" but now I totally understand why "those girls" act the way they do.

Some other things that have triggered and then fairly similarly followed the above process:

---> A stressful day

---> Washing my car

---> Road trips

---> Paying for an Oil Change for the car

---> Pretty much anything for car

---> Hospitals

---> Having questions about when we did something

---> Questions about military alphabet words (alpha, beta, cat...)

---> Self defense

---> People asking me how he is

---> The sporting section at Wal-Mart

---> Feeling the need to be destructive

---> MySpace

---> Food

---> Church events

---> Phone calls from his dad

---> Bonsai

---> Heavy boxes

Update: I realized that 30 steps was way too many to make you guys read, so I shortened it to 17. Feel better about reading that? I hope so.

Definition needed

How does one define "dating"? Who get's to make that definition?

I'm not sure if driving in my car with the radio off has been a good idea. It's allowed my mind to wonder through some crazy half-thoughts; connecting dots that have long been waiting to finally link two common themes, and creating new bridges between things that probably don't relate at all.

While driving tonight I came to a startling realization. I've recently mention "dating" someone in communication with friends and family, knowing that it is too early to actually use that term, but unsure what to call it when we've been out on 2 dates, and that could potentially be more...I've simply accepted the offered title. But, for whatever reason tonight I asked myself if we are actually dating. Because we have been out a couple times, as mentioned before, and we enjoyed ourselves (at least I did). And we will probably go out again.

But does that constitute dating? And if so, maybe I've been "dating" several people...

I mean, whatever it is that we are doing, I've definitely done more with the last jerk guy I told everyone I wasn't dating. We never kissed or really even held hands (both of which I consider very important in a relationship), but we were very much comfortable with each other I was very comfortable with him, so there was no awkward personal space bubble that couldn't be invaded; we were pretty much always together; people thought we were dating; I assumed we'd be friends for pretty much the rest of our lives. I was often fairly excited to receive his calls (obviously that was back before I started almost calling him a jerk--see above. And yes, I do take some responsibility for our lack of communication now, but that's a different story). I was definitely more drawn to him than I am to this current guy (again, I admit that this is my fault again, because I am apparently not gifted in the patience department, so I lose interest quickly when there is nothing happening).

The possible definitions I came up with for defining a dating relationship are:

1- Participation in dates

2- Expectation of longterm relationship

3- Intimacy (physical, emotional, comfort level)

4- Simple decision made by those involved

So all these random thoughts came pouring into my conscious as I drove along Route 66 tonight. And then a thought struck me: Was I dating Jerk (I guess I'll call him that now, just to keep things kinda easy)? Was I lying to everyone, including myself about this? Is that why I am so upset with the current lack of friendship between us? I'd been telling myself it was because I considered him one of my best friends, and I felt betrayed, but is it actually that am I really just jealous? Because that would change everything. While I thought I was rightfully upset, maybe it's all my fault and I'm overreacting. That would make me very sad.

True fact

Regarding my number 1 rule

Ok. Here is my commitment: I will initiate no contact. I will resist responding to his contact. I will stay busy so as to avoid thinking about him. I will allow myself to find that relationship I thought was unique with other people--I will not allow myself to become that dependent on one person again. I will be sociability nice, but distant. I will be mature.