Kyle. 19. Military Brat. Sophomore at the University of Alabama. Roll Tide.
I can feel myself retreating back into myself. Like, I’m getting the feeling I get when I move away from people where I start shutting people out and everything. It might be for the best because I’ve gotten too comfortable around here, honestly. I don’t know. I’m back in a place where I don’t like myself and even my actions are almost subconsciously/consciously pushing people away on purpose. Like, I know how to be fake, how to act, say what people want me to say…I just don’t because I almost jut want people to drop me. I know it’s strange but having people close to me stresses me out and I just feel judged constantly and no one really understands me. Even my best friend, whose super similar to me, doesn’t get me. I don’t know…I’m just rambling at this point. Back to my comm plan.
And I really don’t get why. I have amazing friends, a family who loves and supports me, a great apartment, Spring Break plans that anyone would want, good grades, etc. etc.
But I just can’t shake this constant feeling of unhappiness. Literally, all the time. I’m disgusted with myself. I walk into Reese Phifer and I just want to turn around. I walk around campus and instead of being enamored…I just want to leave. All I think about is when I won’t be here anymore but that just seems so far away. I need to get away…
Is it bad that I’d rather he hate me than be worried about me?
I might actually be a sociopath.
At least for a while. I need to try and get back into tumblr. I’m actually taking a class this semester: MC 495 - Social Media. One of the chapters I have to take a test on is an entire chapter on tumblr. I’m living the dream y’all! Haha!
Anyways, I need to get back into my fandoms/catch up on all of my shows (Doctor Who season 7, Downton Abbey…basically all my British television). Also, according to one of my friend groups, I HAVE to watch Parks and Recreation - thoughts?
To explain why I haven’t been blogging I have to explain my semester - it was rough. Well, actually, August and September were awesome. It was October and November that beat the shit out of me physically, mentally and (most of all) emotionally.
I lost my best friend. That sounds so morbid…to clarify he didn’t die or anything…I’m just an asshole. Haha. I was treating him like absolute shit. I can’t really say why because I wasn’t doing it consciously (like, I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying/doing - I was just doing it). It all built up until he had had enough. I can tell you the exact date: September 30. I had a lot of resentment built up towards him (this is the same guy I was basically in love with last year) and once those feelings went away…well, the resentment didn’t. Hence, the asshole-ness. He didn’t deserve it at all and I’m not necessarily sorry that we’re not friends anymore (more on that later) but I am sorry with how it happened. This situation bled into one with my other roommate and now I’m not friends with her either. We were never that terribly close but it still sucks to lose a friend, in any circumstance, you know?
As all that was continually going on over 2 months, I had drama within one of student organizations on campus. I had gone on a date with someone when I went to a conference and had made 3 members of the executive board uncomfortable. My reaction to being told this…was not very good. I went ballistic. Literally. I basically went on a smear campaign against one of them. To give you an idea of how effective it was…when me, this person and the faculty advisor met: “No one has ever said meaner things about me in my entire life. You didn’t even talk to me, you jumped to conclusions based off what Ms. [insert name] told you and then said these horrible things!” It was bad, y’all. In the end - I lost. Obviously. You don’t blow a gasket and still get what you want.
After that happened (which was in mid-October so I still had a ways to go in my semester from hell), I just dealt with the stuff with my roommates (which consumed the better part of two months) and went on about my life.
December 1 was the happiest day of my year because it signaled where my life started going UP again from the rock bottom state I was in. The stuff with my roommates was over. No, we’re still not friends but we can co-exist peacefully at this point. This semester I don’t see being very bad at all because I don’t really talk to either of them. I mean, I do talk to them but I don’t talk to them about anything that I wouldn’t talk to a stranger in the Target/Walmart line, you know? We’re polite/friendly to one another and I’m cool with that.
I don’t expect to ever be anything more than an acquaintance to either of them ever again. Which is for the best. By the end of Tyler and I’s friendship, it was just a matter of who was going to cut the chord. We’ve both been happier since it happened. He’s been happier because that negative and hurtful influence (me!) is gone from his life. And I’ve been happier because having Tyler in my life caused me nothing but frustration and insecurity. That was no fault of his own. He never purposely hurt me the entire time we were friends. It was just after everything that happened, it was impossible for me to get over if he was there. I don’t regret last year at all. Some of the best times of my life, and a shit ton of my stories, were with that kid. But I firmly believe we came into each other’s lives to make drastic changes for each other, in a short period of time. It was one year but there was SO much that happened. You don’t find people like that all the time, some people never do, but even though it ended badly - I’m really glad that everything happened.
I’ve learned a lot about myself this semester. It was a time for growing, although while going through it it was one of the toughest times of my life. I grew up a lot and learned a lot about myself and how I need to interact with people, especially those closest to me. My friends have told me they’ve noticed a change for the better since everything happened, so that’s good. At my 20th birthday party I realized that I was finally out of the fire. I had finally made my way to a good place again and now I have to work to maintain it.
As for the student organization, I just won it $1000 from placing first in a national competition so my standing within that organization is still on repair but for the most part I’m in the black again (in accounting terms).
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If I continue to blog this upcoming semester, expect to hear a lot about PR campaigns and ALMUN - the model UN conference I’m running this semester! Also, a LOT of bitching about the accounting class I have to take. I’m not excited for it…to say the least. As always, if you read my ramblings, you’re amazing! If you didn’t, I don’t blame you!
I’ve missed you guys! Hopefully I stay on the bangwagon this time..sorry about all those instagram photos! That was just lazy blogging!
So, it’s no secret if you have been following me for a while that during my freshman year I developed very strong feelings for my best friend. A couple days ago we were talking on Facebook and I made fun of his new twitter handle because it was stupid (and it still is but that’s not the point of this post). He responded with, “Why does everything have to be a fight with you? Why can’t you just GIVE me anything?” That might have been the response to his “#rainbowstreetcred” hashtag which I also said was stupid but the point is the same either way.
Anyways, him saying that got me thinking. Why is everything he does immediately put under scrutiny? Why do I immediately ridicule all the stupid things he does when other people get away with a lot more and worse? The answer was obvious: because I’ve had feelings for him. I don’t know why but it happened. Maybe it’s because I was trying to justify the feelings to myself and when he did stupid things I’d be like, “Really?” Or maybe it’s because a lot of the stuff he does I’ve warned him about and/or told him about and then he has to go off and experience it for himself to realize I’m right. He’s just one of those people and, honestly, that’s perfectly fine. I’m not. A lot of the stuff I know about, I just know. You know? I don’t have to experience doing the wrong or stupid thing to know I shouldn’t do it. But I am me and he is him.
But after he said that to me I realized, I really don’t care enough anymore. It had just become such a reflex that I did it by instinct. Don’t get me wrong, I still care about the kid. Hell, I’d die for him. But the feelings…they aren’t there.
I went to visit him in his home town this past weekend and he was kind-of-sort-of seeing this guy. And, to my knowledge, he decently liked this guy so I was like…we’ve never done this before lets see how it goes. In my opinion, it went really well. I wasn’t jealous in the slightest in the romantic/physical aspects of their relationship because, well, I just wasn’t. I was actually happy for him because it seemed like he genuinely liked someone for the first time or had at least developed a crush (he had never done that before). So I was pumped for him.
That isn’t to say I wasn’t jealous at all, haha! I was extremely jealous that this guy got to be his friend. I’m 4 hours away, I can’t be who I am in Tuscaloosa. I can’t be that best friend. The gay mentor. Whatever I am to him, I can’t be that person when I’m that far away. So, in that aspect I was extremely jealous. But, this guy was really cool. A little quiet at first, but honestly, I think that had more to with that he didn’t know what to do with me, in respect to my friend, than anything else. It’s a little bit of an awkward/complicated situation so I couldn’t fault anyone for being a little tense about me or my friend…especially if they’re romantically inclined with one of us.
As for my friend, it’s not to say that I don’t worry about him still. He does things that would make any friend worry and we are extremely close, so feelings or not, I’m gonna fret. But my instinct is gone. I need to learn just let him do him and I’ll do me. I think my exact words to him were, “I’ll do my best to break this habit. And you just do you.” I’ll always be there for that and he knows that, hell black out him knows that (you little shit…I still want you to see a shrink about that) but unless he goes TOO crazy, I’ll keep it to myself. My opinion and my voice carry a weight with this kid (your words not mine, Princess), so I should learn to reserve for when it would really mean something. Like, if he goes overboard. But he’s pretty good at taking care of himself…most of the time ;)
For the first time in a really long time, I’m content. I’m content where I am. I’m content with who I am. I’m content with the fact that I’m alone. I’m content. Hell, I might even be happy. I have a great family, great friends, a dog that adores me, a successful college career, ridiculous amounts of social media to preoccupy my mind until I move back to T-town…I’ve got it pretty good.
As I look over how I feel about you, truthfully, only one word comes to mind: brother. A weird cuddling, hooked-up-once, you bite me when you’re drunk; pair of brothers…but a brother nonetheless. It only took 10 or so months but I’m finally 100% over you, Princess. And, God damn it…it feels TOO damn good!
Is this year gonna be Kyler: Round 2? (Let’s be real…of course it is ;))
Keep on keepin’ on, Princess!
Your favorite bitchy bro,
PS: Oh, right…did I mention we’re living together…we really need a TV show.
When it started I was like
When Fiyero started dancing I was like
When Boq asked Nessarose
When Elphaba sang I’m Not That Girl
When Docter Dillamond died/disappeared
When Elphaba sang Defying Gravity
When Elphaba and Fiyero sang As Long As You’re Mine
When Elphaba sang No Good Deed
When Elphaba and Glinda sang For Good
When Elphaba died
In the end when Glinda told everybody to fuck off and Elphaba and Fiyero weren’t dead at all!
i joined a fb group for girls going to my college next year, and i thought it would be a good idea but holy shit it’s actually kind of frightening. all they do is talk about rush and “check out this hottie!” and refer to guys as their “latest purchase.”
That’s actually kind of terrifying…haha