Thursday, October 27, 2011

Trying to steel myself for a let down

I think that the okcupid boy is going to decide I'm not worth the fuss.  Which is fair, I don't think I am either.  Uhm, yay for confirmation?  I am asking for a ridiculously specific thing that isn't very fair.  I feel weird saying it, but I'm kind of sad.  I think I added him to my mental script of November a bit fast.  It would have been a very exciting month.  It was a nice dream.

Instead I will work a lot harder on getting ready for the 5k and I'll write the book and I'll try to settle into more peacefulness in the house instead of trying so hard to get out of it.  Apparently right now I'm not meant to be getting out.  That's ok.

That means that some of my friends will say, "Hey come to Friday Night Waltz!" or (insert event here).  You guys don't understand the energetic cost to me of getting out of my house right now.  Large group events suck.  They aren't worth the price of admission.  When I went dancing with my friend, ok that was worth it.  He was a good friend-date.  That was nice.  Those still don't give me that big jolt of energy that I want.  They make me tired.  Those are work.  They aren't building me up in the same way.  They are a much more pleasant diversion than most of my life, I'll say that.  But they are a physical cost. I can't do very much of that.  I can't get consistent enough child care and I don't want to be away from the kids every night.

I am really sad that I don't get to have an affair.  I honestly think it would cause a few unfun conversations with Noah because I would neglect him.  Only I wouldn't.  Because I would come home every night and he would wake up with my mouth on his cock.  He would miss me a lot.  Heck, I think the fucker could stand with a little missing me.  It might increase his enthusiasm during the time he has me.  We are so tired.  Uhm, I say "the fucker" with great love and affection.  Just so it's clear.

Noah has made great strides in his career during our marriage.  I have given him a lot of time and space for that.  That is something that builds him up and makes him cocky.  I like that in him.  He likes me to be built up and cocky.  I haven't felt that way in a very long time.  I feel beat down and exhausted.  I feel worn out.  I feel fucking boring.  I feel awkward.  I feel unpleasant.  I feel like no one will ever want to pay a lot of attention to me again.  It's existential angst.  I know.  It's pathetic.

That's the problem.  That dismissal right there.  I have a lot of this because of the repercussions of trauma.  And when a doctor prescribes a drug intended to cure mania, what that means for me is the medical profession thinks I need to stop working so hard.  Because I don't think there is a reasonable way to describe me as truly manic.  In times of crisis I work a lot harder than most people have any interest in working.  I'm not manic.  I don't fit the diagnostic criteria.  Unless of course, you count my promiscuity.  Which uhm, yeah.  Or the fact that I did have that lovely drug experimentation period.  Uhm, only I've never done anything that has harmed my life.

That's the crux.  I like my life.  I think I have made mistakes, yes.  But I wouldn't take any of them back. In my opinion mania is reserved for when you impetuously do a whole bunch of things that are really bad for you.  When I was a small child I engaged in a lot of sex play because I was surrounded by sex and I was acting out what I had been programmed to act out.  It wasn't mania.  As I got older it got more complex and emotional, but I don't allow my sex to negatively impact my life.  I'm not riddled with disease or unwanted children.  I have *also* had a lot of really fun sex with some interesting people.  I'm glad I've done that.  I've gotten the affair thing right a couple of times and it's been life changing.  I have fucked up in looking for what I want and I've had a lot of bad days dealing with feeling bad about how I didn't negotiate properly.

This is why the doctor says I have an omniscience problem.  Because I believe it is possible for me to negotiate well enough to get exactly what I want.  And I'm ok with fucking up along the way as I learn how to do it.  She seems to think this isn't a good plan and she was constantly trying to figure out how my "sexual acting out", seriously--she brought this up at least three different times during the hour we were together, "And did you act out sexually during that time too?" whenever I talked about other major symptoms of anxiety.  She's trying to figure out if I go fuck people every time I get upset.  No, I really don't.  Bitch.  That kind of judgment pisses me right the fuck off.  I'm friends with the vast majority of people I have had sexual contact with.  Of the people I no longer know, only one is actively acrimonious and that's a joint issue.  I have been very safe in terms of disease risk and pregnancy... what's the problem?  Oh wait, I forgot.  I'm just not supposed to do those things because they are amorphously bad.  Well fuck you too.

Err, anyway.  This is my long rant about why I'm not interested in an affair because I'm manic.  I'm interested in an affair because I'm really bored and I don't know another way to get that really intense bonding and attention I want.  I'm doing it in a way that is entirely on the up and up with everyone in my life.  Why is this a problem?  Who will be harmed?  Why do I need to be medicated away from this?  No.  This is not the approach I want.  I learned a lot about what I need to say on the next visit.  That's good.

But what I really want is a month of sneaking out after hours to be the crazy super hot girlfriend.  I want it so bad.  I want someone to be obsessed with me.  I do I do I do.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  He's not going to want me.  *beat head on floor* (I'm kidding Ali!  I won't do it.  I'll just shake my fists in fury.  It's... not the same.)


  1. Apparently right now I'm not meant to be getting out.

    Or you're meant to be getting out with somebody else. I hear there are more fish in OKCupid.

  2. I don't think I'm going to do much better than this guy, come on.