Predictably, I'm struggling again a little. Not too much for sanity, just....
Visited M to return something and then once again because I was in the neighborhood (and because he'd injured his knee).
We had squabbled over email once, as I was as usual drilling into feelings and he was as usual saying "Don't wanna!". Before I left he'd called me "too introspective" (which I don't regret) and also "too self absorbed" -- which stung because I think it's true.
Anyway, came home feeling really sad and realizing that I do miss his company and also that nothing has changed. So although I still have a little hope for friendship, I'm not sure it'll work out.
I don't have to know a final outcome this minute. But it's just painful. For him too I'm sure, although he won't acknowledge anything.
I was thinking his love of talking is really limited to a few subjects: himself, academics, history and sometimes politics. He really does NOT want to explore the self (feelings, history, layers). And I can't help it, but I do.
I want a real and not-shallow connection with a loving partner. He wants to avoid all exploration of the heart (and I get it, because that's scary and painful).
Anyway, just a discouraging episode in the attempt to make a friendship.
I know y'all will counsel me to let him leave my life entirely. I'm just not completely ready to, or just finding it a struggle with isolation and pandemic and more months alone in this building....
But I do know that's the likely outcome.
In the good-news department, I'm not giving up, still open to dating (though pickings are SLIM online, maybe also because of the pandemic), and not withdrawing from anything social. Still maintaining outdoor visits with friends old and new while I can. So it'll be okay and we'll all crawl through it.
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