He Loves Me, He….

Haven’t posted in a while, but then again, haven’t been sane in a while too.

And yes, that does make me sound like an immature, crazy teenager, but actually, right now, I feel like the most sane and mature I’ve ever been.

Let me backtrack for you.

Today, I told him that I had feelings for him—feelings that were more than the feelings of friendship. And today was also the day I found out that even though a person can have the most intense feelings imaginable for someone, these feelings do not have to be reciprocated. Yes, today I found out that he does not and never has felt  the same way about me.

And though he told me sweetly and clearly that he only saw us as friends, I still felt like my heart was melting—dripping down and cascading into the crevices of the dirty sidewalk until I could no longer find it.

It hurt, I’m not going to lie. It still does whenever I think of him or people talk about him. But there’s a silver lining to every cloud, as I’ve found out through this experience.

First, I have discovered that getting your heart broken does not mean the earth comes to a standstill. I know, this is radical information coming your way, but it was somewhat comforting knowing that I didn’t die after getting my heart broken, that my world didn’t crumble and that I was physically okay. Second, I realized that my life does not have to revolve around a boy. Again, shocking news for everyone out there, but today was the first day in a long time that I didn’t walk back to my college dorm thinking “I really need to see him. Please let me just see him once.” It was actually pretty liberating.

But the biggest silver lining is that, after this, I feel as if I can do anything. I feel grown-up in a way that I’ve never felt before, in that I conquered my fears of telling him. I feel as if I know myself more fully now, like I’ve just met a different side of myself, a confident, stable, brave self, that I didn’t know I possessed.

I am proud of myself for telling him. I am proud of myself for staying strong after hearing the very news that I was dreading. And I am also incredibly thankful for my friends here at college who supported me and made me feel as if I wasn’t crazy, but courageous.

Hopefully, I’ll come back from Spring Break and not want to huddle up in a ball and lock myself in my room every time I see him (and I will be seeing him a lot since we live on the same hall). I think that’s a doable goal to have. And I think I might be able to stay friends with him, and maybe now I’ll be able to meet a guy who does want to pursue a romantic relationship with me. Who knows. All I know now is that everything happens for a reason and maybe, just maybe, this will all work out for the best.

I’d like to end my mini-ramble by asking everyone to follow in the footsteps of Gloria Steinem and, tomorrow, do one outrageous act and everyday rebellion. I suppose this was my outrageous, rebellious act—what will yours be?


Firsts and Lasts

First, I want to apologize for not posting anything at all during my first semester as a college freshmen. It was such a whirlwind of activities, classes and people that I barely had time to free read, let alone write any poetry. But now that first semester, I’m going to try second semester a little differently, with more “me” time, and less “IT’S THE START OF COLLEGE” freak out time. This involves spending time writing poetry, reading more and spending more time with people, rather than living my life based on test schedules and grades, which will hopefully mean more posts on this site. Before this, however, I feel it necessary to fill you all in on the many firsts of my first semester of college:

  1.  First time apart from my family for longer than two weeks.
  2. First time I met a celebrity, and that too, Gloria Steinem of all people. Let me tell you, she’s amazing. After meeting her, I find myself saying “WWGD” when I’m faced with a problem that seems impossible. She’s my new idol.
  3. First time I stayed up later than 4am because of homework
  4. First time I had honest talks about sexuality, women issues and gender dynamics with people of my own age group.
  5. First time I had: beer, tequila, vodka, bourbon, rum and whiskey (I feel like I have to point out that the consumption of the alcohol was spread out over the course of five months. I did not have all 6 beverages in one night. I’m not crazy). Turns out I’m not a fan of beer, but I am a big fan of hard liquor, a fact that my mother isn’t pleased with.
  6. First time I became really good friends with people of the other gender
  7. First time I kissed a boy
  8. First (and last) time I kissed a girl
  9. First time I went to a party that didn’t involve sleepovers, cooking or watching movies
  10. First time I felt like I completely fit in with a group of people and that I could finally be myself, that I wasn’t just a peripheral member of the friend group.
  11. First time (and this one’s a whopper) I fell in love. Though I’m still not sure if what I feel is love or not; I just know that I miss him so much all of the time, and that whenever I’m feeling down, all I have to do is think about him, and I instantaneously feel better. But I’ll post something on that topic another day, because I could fill a thousand books about how I feel about him, and why he is the sweetest, cutest, best person in the whole entire world.

And here are some lasts:

  1. Last time I ever have to take another math class again
  2. Last time I decide to drink when I feel emotionally down (that was a bad mistake on my part, and it resulted in one of the worst nights of my life)
  3. Last time I care what people think about me or say, because I know that I have so many people who love me just the way I am.
  4. Last time I spend Thanksgiving without my family. I visited my friend’s family, and even though she was very sweet, Thanksgiving isn’t the same without my family’s traditions and my family members themselves
  5. Aaaand… last time I forget about this blog for six months at a time. I am certainly going to try posting at least weekly in college. The only reason why it’s so hard, other than the school and social reasons, is that I want this blog to remain anonymous, which is hard to do when people are walking through my hall as well as in and out of my room 24/7. For instance, I definitely would not be able to talk about the boy I mentioned in 12) if I knew my hall mates were going to read this.

Happy holidays everyone! I look forward to catching up with all of you and getting back to this little section of the internet that I can call my own.