Waking Up Without You Is Like Drinking From An Empty Cup

Social media turns people into neurotic stalking messes – most especially if you’re in a relationship with someone or wanting to be with someone or just checking someone out that you met at some point in time. Everything connects to everything. Twitter, facebook, myspace, msn and bebo have all joined hands in a circle around you, whispering everything that everyone else is doing. Most of the time, you really couldn’t care but now and again you start sneaking glimpses of a particular person’s life because you’re interested in someone. Social media, in general, just makes you neurotic and paranoid. At this minute, I am, indeed, feeling neurotic and paranoid and am desperately trying not to be. The thing is that I can’t really tell anyone that I am this neurotic mess because they can’t do anything for me except pat me and tell me it’ll be fine or tell me I’m wasting my time. Tonight isn’t over yet, but I don’t think this guy is bothered at all about seeing me. He’s been on msn for ages, said nothing and disappeared. Admittedly, I didn’t open a conversation, but I knew he was there. Somewhere in my neurotic mind, a little voice piped up and said, “You don’t want to seem like you’re stalking him or trying to push him! Maybe he’s changed his mind!” This is probably likely judging by recent behaviour, but hey. I guess I’d rather know for certain than just keep these thoughts running around in my head.

So what if I didn’t want a date with him at first? He’s the first guy I’ve kissed since my ex. I think I was allowed to be a bit confused and muddled. Incidentally, I dreamt about the ex a couple of night’s ago. In the dream, I saw his dad go into The Buck (a pub in my town) and then he left to go down the street. So I followed him. I don’t even know why I was following him in the dream except that it felt as if I was supposed to be doing it and as if my ex knew I was there and was purposefully leading me somewhere. He took out his keys to open the door of this house and made a movement for me to follow, but I woke up. I don’t know what that has to do with anything that’s going on at the minute. Maybe it just means that I should stop thinking about him. It’s not as if I even stalk him or look him up on facebook or anything. I don’t. Sometimes I think about him, though. I can’t help it. I have a memory like a video recorder; everything is in perfect detail. I even know the smells, textures and tastes of things. And, trust me, good memory like that is an absolute curse some days. I mean, as much as I loved the look he gave me, I don’t want to remember it in perfect detail and I certainly don’t want to be reminded how much it made me hold my breath and wish that it could be forever.

I don’t even remember holding my breath.

But enough of that. We shan’t go back there.

Anyhow, I am indeed annoyed with this guy. I’d like to know what’s going on. That’s all. I think I deserve that much. Still, I’ll give him until the end of tomorrow (which is now today I suppose) to speak to me. Then we’ll see. I’ll try not to hold my breath and just hope that the impression I got was wrong.

(Lyrics in the title are from The Animal Were Gone by Damien Rice)

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7 thoughts on “Waking Up Without You Is Like Drinking From An Empty Cup”

  1. If I'm being perfectly honest this guy just seems like a massive twat. You deserve a lot better.

    I'll take back my judgment if he suddenly drops the whole stupid "thing" he has going on and treats you with respect, but I'm pretty sure he's just using you.

  2. Does this boy have you added on facebook? Cos if he does he may well have got onto here… and read what you've written… and that would probably be the reason he's blowing you off

  3. No he doesn't have me added on facebook. And if he was blowing me off then why is he the one who keeps suggesting meeting? It just seems like he's shooting himself in the foot.

  4. I wish we could! Because I seriously don't understand the persistence at getting to see me then the not being able to, then asking for another date and not sorting it out…

    Men really are from Mars. @_@

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