I wear my heart on my sleeve. Or, at the very least, don't own a poker face. Except maybe sometimes when it comes to men. Then I am an actress like no other. What was it E said to me once? Stoic. I had to look it up.
I hail from the philosophy of, if I'm hanging out with you, I like you. (Also if I bake you cookies and such. see below) But actually SAYING anything about it? that borders on terror.
I'm pretty sure that the fear of coming out of the "I like you" closet stems from 7th or 8th grade when I dropped the note on Evan's desk. Let's hop into the way back machine for a bit, shall we?
It must have been 8th grade because I was just starting to become aware of how other people percieved me. I started reading YM magazine (my sister subscribed). I made a new friend. Then three. Taking my total up to 4. (one fell off when she found a new clique) I read that boys liked long nails, so I stopped chewing mine into ragged stumps. I read that if you liked a boy, you should tell him.
I saw Evan for the first time in 7th grade. We had PE together. He was cute. Big blue eyes and a nice smile. I was not a blip on his radar. I always did get along better with the boys so in PE, they were the ones I hung with. Evan and I had a mutual friend, Eric (Eric is now a commercial Airline pilot with kids of his own!) I got to know Eric because I kept up with the boys when we ran the mile. I think I had an 8 minute mile back then. You know, before my boobs grew.
By eighth grade, I still had my crush. And on the advice of YM Magazine, I wrote Evan a note. I wish I had a copy of it. It would be a facinating read almost 20 years later.
It could have been worse. The note could have made its way across the school. I could have been made fun of, he could have been mean. Instead, he ignored it. But I'm pretty sure Eric told me he didn't like me back. At the very least I never heard whether anyone was making fun of me, if I did, I have forgotten.
It doesn't take a whole lot to send me back into hiding. It was years before I approached another boy, preferring to sit back and hope they noticed me instead. Sometimes, I would reach out only to get slapped down.
Even now, I fear that rejection. When it comes to men, I'm still a wallflower in many ways. I tend to try and be a friend first and interested second so that if the man in question isn't interested, then I haven't made a complete fool of myself.
What is the point of all this? I'm at that crossroads again. Of needing to know what is going on and trying so hard to build up the courage to ask, regardless of the consequences. I'm at a point where I'm getting mixed signals and very likely giving them too. Because I'm hiding behind a mask of indifference and I don't know how to stop.
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GM, you need to quit being a baby.
Woman up!
What is the worst they can do? Say they don't like you back? You already had that happen and survived. It will be easier the more it happens.
Will they tell everyone they work with and talk behind your back? That is much better than talking in front of you, because if they talk in front of you, it means they do not respect you.
You only have what, 40 more years to enjoy life, then it's Depends, banana Pudding, and bingo nights.
Don't waste another day of the remaining 480 months you have left worrying about what others think. Identify what you want and go after it.
480 months...doesn't seem like a lot of time,when you put it that way, does it?
It's NOT a lot of time, so quit wasting it!
Veriword Dictionary:
GONSU: Cantonese word meaning "Time is gone soon enough. Don't waste it!"
SE, I have to disagree with you. The fear of rejection is legitimate and real. It's what you do with fear that drives your life. For example, I can take my fear of large groups of people and hide in my house for the rest of my life, or, I can join a Roller Derby League and learn to handle it. I can worry how to approach a man, or I can remember that I am an individual unto myself and focus on that instead of worrying about things that are out of my control. That person knows how I feel, it isn't as though it is a secret, what he does with the information is up to him; I'm not going to chase, I have too many other things I can be doing. And there are other men out there if he is not interested.
I also don't really like to think of my life in terms of how much time I have left. It's depressing. I would rather focus on my life right now and live it in such a way that I look back on it 40 years from now and think that I did the best that I could.
These are things I occasionally have to remind myself about. It is the core of my periodic attitude adjustments. I needed to write this post so that I could realize that I need one and start focusing on that instead of getting all mopey over a guy.
Ps My great grandmother was 96 when she died. I may have more time than you think!
Your great grandma didn't have to live through the Obama administration. ;)
Fear is an illegitimate feeling.
Fear is what stops us from achieving what we want. Fear is what causes us to make decisions and take actions that can be wrong.
Knowledge is the proper control for stopping us. If we know a bad guy is behind the front door of our house, we take the steps to make sure he is not there.
If we fear there is a bad guy outside the door, we'll never leave our home.
Your fear of crowds needed to be overcome by your desire to be a better you.
Your fear of the out come of approaching this guy needs to be overcome by your desire to be with him.
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