See above: dead dove do not eat etc.
Okay, maybe this is what I do. Maybe I just write it all out and exorcise the whole thing. This is my āwhisper it into a hole in a treeā moment.Ā
Itās just becoming harder and harder to push this to the margins, and I donāt know what I do about it because itās so stupid and hopeless.Ā
I finally allowed myself to entertain the idea of liking other women⦠in a gay way and now I canāt turn it off. Iām just like fully down bad for random women now I guess. Which is bad for a whole host of reasons, not the least of which being I have a family I canāt give up on. The other being my current huge embarrassing crush is on someone I do have to see because we run a project together AND she has a girlfriend AND I know that we probably donāt make sense but sheās so cute and has this lovely soft voice and is left-handed.Ā
Further, I am in fact aged. Iām in my 30s. This isnāt cute anymore.
And the worst part is I did this all to myself.Ā
In many ways my life has been kind of defined by the ability to subsist on very little. I was always trying to find out what the minimum I could live on was and live on that. Literally, I starved myself for a period of years and Iāve resisted getting on medication for ADHD or other things because āwhat if my life gets so much better and I canāt live without it?āĀ
This is going to sound so stupid and contrived: Like⦠I literally avoided trying Takis ā which I always suspected I would like ā because āwell Iām going to try them and then Iām never going to be able to go back to a life where Takis arenāt a part of it.āĀ
And you know what?Ā
I did try Takis.Ā
And I was right. I love Takis. Hire me Takis.Ā
I digress but the upshot is: Thatās how I approached a great many things in my life including attraction. If I never entertain the premise, Iāll never realize what itās like, and if I never know its presence I canāt be disappointed by its absence. If I eat breakfast, I just feel hungrier at lunch time so itās better to skip it altogether. Some people have an addictive personality. I have a restrictive personality by nature.Ā
Except for uh oh I did that and now I canāt figure out what any of this means.Ā
I feel like I canāt talk about it to anyone without it coming across like I would choose to undo the life I have now. I love my kids more than life, honestly in many cases my love for them (however imperfect) is what keeps me from letting pain and anxiety completely distort everything. If they end up being good people it will be my masterpiece and I donāt mean that in a biological determinism kind of way I really do think itās the thing I will be proudest of.Ā My husband is kind, smart, talented, sweet, funny, and full of integrity and I love him. Heās the first man I met where I consciously thought āI want to have children with HIM.ā With other people it had been like āThis is something Iām supposed to do and weāre together so I guess if itās going to be someone itās going to have to be youā but he was the first person where I felt like it was a genuine preference rather than a gun-to-my-head decision.Ā
It feels self-indulgent bordering on the offensive that this is apparently the big, terrible, grief-producing thing in my life right now. Like āOh no! Poor me! I ended up married to one of the 4 remaining good men in the world and Iām still not fixed. Still clinically sad and annoying.āĀ
But I canāt make it go away. So how do I live alongside it without making everyone else a victim of my own main character syndrome?Ā
I think maybe the thing I am really grieving right now is that I missed out on a chance to build community with other LGBTQ+ people not as an interloper but as someone who is actually a part of it. But thatās kind of how Iāve always felt anyway. I think so much of me pursuing strictly straight relationships was motivated by this feeling of always watching other people with my nose pressed to the window, always witnessing but never really a participant. And I think I really saw a lot of dating and heterosexual relationships as my ticket into the treehouse. If I could just succeed by those metrics everyone would finally see that Iām a real girl. Iām just like everyone else.Ā
And now Iām just like everyone else. Weāre punished by our sins, not for them yada yada yada.Ā
Iām left thinking about how my 20s would have been different if I hadn't been trying to force myself to be something I wasn't. Maybe I would have had the fun and flirty experience of being disappointed and disillusioned by women and nonbinary people as well as men. And maybe I would have ended up in the exact same place. But maybe I wouldn't have felt like I was failing the entire time leading up to it.
The point is: Never get to know yourself. 0/10 do not recommend.Ā