
Quite like everyone else, I think my life is really weird. Emily gave me an Ani Difranco CD - thanks! - and the lyrics are making me really think about a lot of things. Nothing bad or good, just new ways to consider things. For one, I am about to get married. I know I am ready, and I am all kinds of excited about it, yet looking back, I doubt that any of my previous relationships were very mature. I have lots of "exes," but if you were to tell me to think about my ex, the only one that comes to mind is the one from longest ago. When I dated Stephen and Nathan I was so enamored with each of them and I wanted very much for them to be the last man that I was ever enamored with...and yet I was able to get over them each quite quickly and return to the realm of "just friends." I guess there are a few reasons Rafal is the only person who comes to mind when I consider an ex. One would be simply that I was with him for so long. The other would be that all of the others who qualify as exes are more friends than exes. Dave? He's my friend. Stephen and I have at least been cordial in passing since our breakup. Nathan's a pal, etc. I never have been friends with Rafal. And that's weird. We were crazy enough about each other to want to be together for so long, but as soon as that ended, we didn't even like each other. I mean I know why, and I honestly think we were both pretty unhappy together most of the time anyway, but it's still weird. So I listen to angry chickrock, and the only person I associate with the songs about exes would be a guy I haven't even seen in four years. It's too bad that the person who was at the center of my life for almost all of high school won't be coming to my wedding.
And that makes me think of Mitch. We were like peas in a pod freshman year. I loved hanging out with him. I didn't agree with him on a lot of things, but that didn't mean we had to have arguments about them. We respected each other's beliefs because we each knew the other had considered his or her opinions. That allowed some great conversation, and it kept me from being lonely during the only major period in my life when I wasn't with a guy. And then Jen came, we didn't exactly hit it off, and suddenly Mitch and I just stop talking. I don't blame him for choosing his fiance over a friend, I just wish that Mitch and I could've still hung out even though he loves his girlfriend and I...don't. I actually had a dream last night that I ran into Jen at some place I was living in my dream, and I decided that since she was going to be around, we should be friends, and I took her out for lunch and it was uncomfortable but we made up. I don't forsee anything like that ever happening though. I just don't think we're meant to be friends. We clash. I'm not saying that she's a bad person who doesn't deserve friends, because she seemed to have mostly good intentions, but I have a hard time seeing her good qualities over her bad ones. Unlike Mitch and I, Jen and I could not respect each other's differences so well. I don't like her. I don't wish bad upon her, though. I do wish she didn't exist at all. Then, hopefully, I'd still be great friends with Mitch, and he would've found a girl that would make him just as happy and probably less unhappy. I don't know how they've been doing since she moved out of my room last year, but I know that she was pretty shitty to him at times before that. Anyway I hope that's stopped, because regardless of how I feel about her, Mitch deserves to be happy. I have a class with him this semester. I was kind of disappointed but not surprised that he didn't sit with me. He did congratulate me on my engagement. Other than that, we haven't interacted much in a year. It's sad. But it's hard for me to attempt friendship with him when he knows I don't like the person he loves the most. I wonder how he feels about it. I don't want to ask, though.
There's one other person from my past that I wonder about. Doug May. I still see him, but I never talk to him. I know he must hate me. I treated him like shit. I warned him I would...but bless his heart, he thought I was nice enough not to fuck him over in the end. He really was a sweet, sweet guy. The surrounding situation with him was weird, though. I mean I liked him, but I was still reeling after Stephen dumped me and Jimmie played me and I wanted to be in the driver's seat for once - and that meant no attachment. On top of that, I knew Wayne wanted me, and I was starting to see a chance with this idyllic god of a man, Nathan Roth. If Nathan hadn't been in the picture, I may have actually tried for something serious with Doug, or I may have let Wayne kiss me and see what happened after that...things could have happened a lot of different ways that month. In the end, I had fun, but I feel terrible for hurting Doug, because he was so nice. I'm sorry he doesn't talk to me now. I don't feel like I really toyed with Wayne or anything, but I do think that certain friends in our circle made it worse by pointing out every last time I so much as looked at him. And even though my "relationship" with Nathan was very one-sided, it was really good for me. It got me up to New England and it really brought out the hippie in me like never before. But because of the path that I took, I hurt some people going for what I wanted, and I don't know if we would've been friends still if I hadn't.
But now there's Jeremy. We were brought together by a good friend. Friends know best. From within the deep security of my current permanent relationship, I can examine the past without wanting to crawl back to it and try again. Honestly, things worked out great for me, but I know they could've been better for everyone else, so I feel bad about all that and I wonder what others think, if they think of me at all anymore.
I'm not saying I need to talk to any of the aforementioned individuals for any reason, but I wrote this long thing because I know that some of those people might read it. It's not a private journal. So hopefully, Mitch will know I never really wanted to stop being friends with him, and Wayne will know I did want to give him a chance, and Doug will know that I think he's great, even though I treated him worse than he deserved, and Rafal will know that he can talk to me if he wants to because I think that might be good, and I will read all of my regrets and know that even though I'm sorry, I'm in a good place now and I am going to love my future.