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I Regret Being Born
Have you ever thought about the fact that none of us actually asked to be born? For people who have no experiences with mental illnesses like mood disorders or personality disorders, the thought might be something they find baffling to even think about. Generally speaking, if you enjoy being alive and living your life, you probably don’t have all that many reasons to be thinking about how you never gave consent to being brought into this world: if you’re having a good time, something so fundamental and philosophical might be of no use for you to think about. “Yeah sure, I didn’t ask for this, but who cares about that, I’m glad I’m alive!”
Use It Against Me
Over the years, I have struggled immensely with finding the courage to trust other people’s intentions in getting to know me. The process of befriending someone is still a great mystery to me, as in how I am even supposed to approach the issue, and I’m sure a lot of you share the same sentiment. How am I supposed to know what to tell the other person about me without coming across as too forthcoming? How am I supposed to differentiate those who genuinely want to be friends with me out of those who wish to get closer to me only for the purpose of gathering more things to hurt me with?
The Invite
There are a lot of things my Friends did that I still find myself being confused by. Things that just simply do not make sense in the context of our persistent dynamic. Things that seemingly served no purpose – until I sit with them long enough to finally be able to see it. This has taken me multiple years to get to, but better late than never, I guess.
But even then, I can’t help but wonder why anybody would go to such lengths for those purposes. How any of it benefited them personally is still a mystery to me. But maybe that is something I will never be able to understand, because our ways of thinking are so fundamentally different.
Life Update: Finding My Bro
Do you remember this old Life Update post? In August 2023, I was struggling a lot with the constant need to find a bro in my life. I had dreams about meeting him, I was talking to my girlfriend about this guy who didn’t even exist at that time, grieving the loss of my former bro, the one who I never should have ended up dating in the first place. This yearning was back then, and has been, very very strong, something I have lost sleep over. And it is strange because a lot of the people in my life just don’t seem to understand it: why is it so important for me, a lesbian, to have a guy best friend? And honestly, I don’t really know the answer to that question, either. It’s something I have always had, and after coming to terms with my sexuality and becoming more secure in my experiences as a homosexual woman, I have also sort of just accepted it.
That I just need a bro. A young man with good vibes, great sense of humor, intelligent, loyal, and also queer himself.
And friends, I have the pleasure to finally let you know: I have found my bro.
The Bait
Do you know the feeling you get when you realize that someone has completely bamboozled you? There’s a proverb in Finnish that we use for this action: “They pulled you at the nose.” I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m not familiar with the background of this saying, but maybe that would have been different if I had actually finished those damn university studies. But I didn’t, because certain bozos pulled me at the nose a bit too many times. Kind of.
It is one of the most humiliating situations you can find yourself in: you just sit there in disbelief, completely awestruck with the reality; that they really fooled you so fucking good, and you were none the wiser. The level of anguish and physical pain that I remember myself feeling at those moments in indescribable in any of the languages I know and speak.
With Pure (?) Intentions
What does it take for you to have trust in another human being? What kind of criteria do you personally have for deeming someone as trustworthy? Or is it something you don’t even think about, something completely based on intuition?
If you are one of those people who have been victimized by their peers, you most likely don’t go ahead trusting every single person you ever come in contact with.
Hidden In Plain Sight
Sometimes I find myself thinking about my past Friends, how hard I was trying to get close to them, how desperate I was to see the good in them, and I’m met with the sense of complete confusion: “How the fuck didn’t I see it back then?” How was it even possible for me to think that they were even one bit sincere within their attempts to lure me in, to make me trust them, fall in love with them? It was so fucking obvious that today it feels utterly impossible that there was a time when I just was not aware of it to the extend I am today.
BFF 4EVER!
There have been many instances where I’ve thought to myself, “how didn’t I see that coming back then?”. It seems so obvious to me now, the signs were already there, the proof was in the pudding before I ever took a bite out of it. How the fuck was I so blind back then?
But then I remember that the only glasses I was wearing as a Kid were heart-shaped rose-colored glasses with no prescription, even when I would have already needed it. Hindsight is 20/20, and mine sure is just that right now – and I don’t think it is just because of the glasses I wear today.
Let’s Be Friends!
Do you remember how you met your very first friend? I do, even though it’s been over two decades and I was maybe three or four years old at the time. I didn’t really have friends before that, for reasons you all might already know.