I'm about to hit the sack and sure hope to get a better night's rest then I had last night. I fell asleep around eleven thirty and woke up just past one AM, sweating, shaking violently, feeling angry, disappointed and robbed of something that was very valuable to me.
I guess it'll be quite a while longer before I can give what happened over the past months a place and move on. I even know what triggered the - for lack of better words - nightmare : someone who I hadn't talked to for quite a while asked me how I and the girlfriend were doing. Quite a normal question, and I was able to keep my composure while I answered and explained a bit, so I thought it would be alright. The backlash followed the same night, so apparently I'm still far from "alright".
It's a very strange and awkward feeling to know we're in the last straight line untangling the final knots and whatever we have left that tied us together once : it's a relief to know that the end is near, but it also makes me feel sad, alone and it even enrages me sometimes.
The fact that I'm usually pretty much in control of my feelings, have the ability to practically shut down my emotional side and make very clear cut rational decisions is what keeps me sane and alive right now. I'm not proud of those abilities, because humans should never be totally without emotion, but if I have to make a choice between crashing and burning, and building a brick wall that allows me to go on - at least for now - I'll do the latter. I've done enough crashing and burning - can't take no more - and now I've switched into survival mode : don't open up, don't let anything or anyone get to you and as such prevent any more emotional damage from occurring. Once again, I'm not proud of it, and it'll probably make me seem unappreciative, cold and heartless, but I have to protect myself now.
I can't yet separate the different relations, feelings and emotions that fill me and are around me. It's all or nothing, and that - unfortunately - also affects those who are out there that care for me. I know who you are, and I love you for everything you do, say or put up with. I may give it another shot one of these days, but please... don't feel bad or sad if it doesn't happen. I need time to find the right approach, time, words, mood and place.
Last time that survival mode lasted for about 7 years. I don't plan on letting it get that far this time. Talking is the best way of dealing with it, but also the hardest. And it's so damn scary.
The title refers to a Björk song, which I've always liked, and seemed somehow fitting for this emotion filled entry. I actually considered changing the title to "Violently (un)Happy" but that is not the positive attitude I always try to have in life - even during the hardest of times. I'm gonna leave you with the lyrics of another Björk song that describes more about who I am than anything else I could think of. Remember : life is beautiful and beyond all rotten, vile outer layers lays a deliciously sweet and tasty center.
it's. oh. so quiet
it's oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until...
you fall in love
zing boom
the sky up above
zing boom
is caving in
wow bam
you've never been so nuts about a guy
you wanna laugh you wanna cry
you cross your heart and hope to die
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
it's. oh. so quiet
it's. oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until...
you ring the bell
bim bam
you shout and you yell
hi ho ho
you broke the spell
gee. this is swell you almost have a fit
this guy is "gorge" and i got hit
there's no mistake this is it
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
the sky caves in
the devil cuts loose
you blow blow blow blow blow your fuse
when you've fallen in love
ssshhhhhh...