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really, really high.
the emotional vomit on this blog just got a whole lot messier.
I don't want to greet you. Around noon I just became really angry at you and extremely anxious. I had to lie down with my legs up the wall and practice my deep breathing. You piss me off. You get under my skin. Sometimes you are just a pompous ass. I don't even want to be with someone so truly disinterested in relating - instead just spewing shit out of your mouth about your life philosophies. Instead of being real you live in this intellectual fantasy land as if you are
Freud himself casting your philosophies on all around you - almost as if you aren't even human. You are fucking human. Sometimes I feel like you are just acting. You are so very far removed from your real emotions that the real Pennsylvania barely exists. It's sad really. And I mean that, because you are missing out on joy. You are missing out on love. You are missing out on life. By over intellectualizing EVERYTHING you are living in your head. You aren't even present. You say I am one of the happiest people you ever met. Well, then learn something from me.
See a fucking therapist. Deal with your shit. You such an asshole sometimes. And everything revolves around your quest for self-actualization. It's all about you....you....you. It's all about you questioning yourself and getting "destroyed" and learning even more about yourself. And yet - look at you? For someone who talks so highly of self-actualization I don't see you much different than most people - much more successful or certainly not someone who is contributing to society in a way that makes me think, "damn maybe his philosophies on life are right". You aren't truly living your value system. You are a liar. You drive around a car making waste. You spend your time reading books and practicing - doing things for yourself when I thought you believed so much in community. You are a self-obsessed artist. If life is about LOVE - then maybe start loving - someone other than yourself. Volunteer. Do something big with your intelligence. Help the world. Love bigger. Reach higher. Do more.
Honestly. The past couple of days have been a whirlwind for me emotionally. Opening that door with you - talking again about us just makes me realize how much we don't work. How you aren't really interested in anyone but yourself. How I am looking for someone genuinely interested in me, in us, in joy - genuinely interested in making the world a brighter place - not just in theory.
I want my life to be about love - giving as much love as possible. Loving myself and then spreading that love. It seems to me you want your life to be about yourself. Your music, your yoga, your philosophies - all you. Even your relationships seem to be about YOU. I just can't stand this side of you. It repulses me. It makes me so angry because you are a waste of potential. You disappoint me. I thought you were better than this.
Funny that my therapist emailed me today....said he was thinking about me wondering how I was doing. I told him about how we broke up and how I am back in Wisconsin. I wish you would go to him. I think he could actually challenge you since you said "most people can't give me any insight that i don't already know about myself". Your shit stinks Pennsylvania. Get a clue.
I have never ever been so disgusted or angry with you as I am today. And what makes me more sick is that if you would read this you would laugh.....because "nothing can hurt you". You are a superman. Maybe I am just not superwoman enough for you. Go find some enlightened guru and you can be gods together - fly around in your pretentious capes and instead of saving the world you can just talk about it.
Today I can't even believe I ever loved you. The nicest thing you did for me was drive me home so I could be done with you.
I know these words and thoughts are not loving. I love you dear. But today I don't know why.