What It's Like To Live Here
By bellejarblog on January 08, 2013
You feel like Miss Havisham, trailing around in your shredded, filthy wedding dress, pacing through the same rooms over and over, past the mouldering wedding cake and the long-dead flowers. And as much as you want to blame someone else, you know that you’ve only yourself to blame – not for the fact that he jilted you (although of course you wonder), but because you can’t seem to move past this one defining point in time. Your whole life will be the moment you realized that he was never coming.
When you cross the street, safely, at the crosswalk, you think about what it would be like if the cars didn’t stop. You wonder what would happen if you were hit, what that point of contact would feel like. You don’t take any risks, because you don’t want to get hurt, and you certainly don’t want to die, but still you wonder. And the wondering scares you.
You lie down to take a nap and spend an hour trying to find the cool spot on your pillow.
You start to think that reincarnation might exist, because you don’t understand how you could have done enough in just one lifetime – half a lifetime, really – to make your synapses misfire this badly. You decide that you must have been a terrible person in a past life.
You pick up the phone. You pick up the phone. You pick up the phone.
You don’t call anyone after all.
People ask how you're feeling, and you try to explain it, but you can't. Everything you say seems totally unrelated to you the moment it leaves your lips. You wrestle with words, trying to figure out how to describe this place to someone who's never been there, but all the petty little nouns and adjectives you've collected over the course of a lifetime choose this exact moment to fail you. You feel so frustrated that you want to break something.
You pick up the phone and dial the doctor’s number but there’s no answer. It’s just as well, because you had no idea what you were going to say anyway.
You feel like you’re in limbo, somewhere between the ledge you just jumped off of and the place where you’ll hit rock bottom. You wonder if there’s anything you can do other than flail your arms helplessly, or if you should just try to enjoy the free-fall.
Friends offer help, but you feel too embarrassed to accept it. You realize how ironic it is that that embarrasses you, but vomiting your feelings all over the internet somehow doesn’t.
You finally get angry because none of this is fair, even though you know that fair has nothing to do with it. And somehow anger is easier than anything else you’ve been feeling lately.
Your anger quickly burns out, and then you’re right back to where you started.
You repeat all of the above, ad nauseam, for what seems like forever.
In case you were wondering, that’s what it’s like to live here.
(I am getting help, I promise – it’s just taking some time)
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