I have been binge watching The Good Place. There are only four seasons and I have two or three episodes until I reach the end after deciding this past weekend to give it another chance. I watched the first season two or three times but could never stick with it for some reason. I mean this isn’t really relevant, but last night I watched an episode that featured a little movie one character had created to commemorate the relationship of two others. I got choked up and thought maybe this would be the thing that pushed me into full-blown weeping, but I kind of shut that whole thing down without my own consent.
I’m lonely.
It feels odd to say that I’m lonely when I’ve spent the last year nurturing various friendships with people who finally seem to get me. Even odder to say it after the past three months or so when I’ve been financially and emotionally supported by so many people I didn’t realize actually cared about me enough to give a shit about my well-being. I realize the majority of those “they don’t give a shit about me” feelings are coming from me and not them, but it doesn’t make them less real to me. The fictional movie within a show depicting two fictional characters in their fictional romance got to me because of the casual physical affection. They would be passing each other in hall or something and randomly exchange a kiss before continuing about their business. I miss being kissed. I miss being held. I miss being touched. I miss being in a relationship.
Then tonight I hung out with a couple of friends. I met one of the friends on a dating app about a year ago and we ended up getting naked together. I thought it was fun and, while we’ve continued to hang out over the past year and develop a fairly close friendship, there has been no indication of any continued sexual interest. Tonight they mentioned meeting up tomorrow with someone and when they said the first name, I knew immediately who they meant. I guess I live in a small city, but when I pulled up this person’s social media account, my friend confirmed that it was the same person. This person is also someone with whom I’ve met up once. I’ve been trying to pursue a friendship with them since then but finally made myself abandon these efforts this past year in the name of self-care. I can’t keep torturing myself by chasing relationships (platonic or otherwise) with people who don’t share the same level of interest.
Hearing that these two people are now meeting up with one another, I think I am crumbling. I’ve shared some of these feelings on social media before, but I’m frequently misunderstood and accused of wallowing in self-pity… but I’m genuinely confused.
Is there something about me that turns people off? I can’t figure out why I’m never the one being pursued. It doesn’t make sense why I have some really fun interactions and then the other person drops off. I always feel like I’m the back-up, the second choice, the friend who gets invited when someone else drops out at the last minute. I’m never anyone’s first thought. Especially when it comes to sex. I do have the experience of people being very enthusiastic about how attractive I am or how much they like my body, but this only ever seems to be in the context of transactional encounters where they may find me sexually appealing but don’t want to know much more about me. Then I have friendships that may have started out sexual but are now definitively platonic. It all leaves me feeling like I’m not enough. The people who are attracted to me aren’t interested in who I am as a person, and the people who like me as a person don’t want to have anything to do with me in a romantic or sexual capacity. Is there something wrong with me?
I am telling myself to be patient. I am telling myself all the time that I’m just not starting to be confident in who I am and it may take some time to find people who actually see me and also like what they see (both literally and figuratively.) I often tell myself to just focus on everything else I have going on, like acclimating to this new job, working on cleaning up my finances, continuing to focus on understanding, accepting, and loving myself… but sometimes this other need that isn’t getting met is just too loud for me to dismiss. I want to be loved. I want someone else to want to kiss me and hold me and hear about my day. I thought I’ve had that so many times, but each time it turns out they were really just into some version of me they had in their heads and when they finally got to know me, they decided I wasn’t worth it, or I wasn’t right for them. How do people find other people? How can there be so many couples smiling at me (well not at me, specifically,) from social media or from across the bar? Are they all lying to themselves about what they have? Or has everyone but me seemed to find an authentic connection with someone who gets them and wants them and also wants to fuck them?
I don’t want to be the jealous “poor me” friend. I want to be supportive when I hear about my friends pursuing other relationships. I want to be happy for them and hope they have a good time. I mean, my ideal relationship is a polyamorous one and I know that dynamic is prone to jealousy, so I’m really trying to just acknowledge the feeling and talk myself through it. I know intellectually that my friends have other friends. I even talked to my ex at length on several occasions about how people can have feelings for more than one person and that doesn’t invalidate or diminish their feelings for anyone. But inside, I want to be the favorite. I want to be adored. I want to be wanted, not just tolerated. I don’t fucking know. Maybe something is wrong with me and I just haven’t figured out what. Or maybe I have figured out what but I can’t understand why it’s a big deal.
Fuck this. I’m going to bed. Alone.