An Open Letter

When I was about to leave, some people asked me to join for a 2v2 game and I told them I was shit but they said fuck it join so I did. I had been practicing how to finish with layups and I even made a fuckin three pointer. I ended up getting like 5 points (first to 7 with 1/2s) and I was so fucking proud holy shit.

I have so much I want to write about this song that I can't do it justice right now in public, so this is hopefully just a preamble.

Basketball shoes – black country, new road

One thing that's stuck with me was a girl sharing how as a kid there was a part of a song that she loved near the end, and how she would ask her dad to play the good part. Her dad would tell her no, and that it was the reward for listening to the rest of the song. Or at least something along those lines.

The end of this 12 minute song is an emotionally bursting crescendo that toys the line of overwhelm. It's one of those parts of a song that for a minute or so gives you the oh so human feeling of pure empathy. I don't know if the artist and you share feelings, or if you both sit in the same feeling in two different sets of clothing. But for a bit you sit together as one.

There's so much more to that I want to write, but specifically I want to briefly ramble about how to kill that magic. Think about if everything came to you the first time easily. When I think of the strongest memories and achievements I have, they were when they weren't guaranteed. When they weren't just in my fingertips. When I had to fight and work for them. I think that's what makes it so sweet.

I think of her dad whenever I restart the 12 minute song for that one minute.

Yesterday and today have been just constant barrage of things hitting me. Too much. It's not even individual events, but it's just a ton of small little things building up and all at once swarming me. I got my ta review from last quarter and it was overwhelmingly positive, with only incredibly sweet comments in the feedbacks. A few of the comments mentioned about how The things that I covered in section and giving little sneak peeks of upcoming material helped out so much, and that was exactly what I got in trouble with today, for just covering something that was brought up the next day in lecture. I have a meeting with her now to have to talk about it.

I wrote down to talk about in therapy next session about my overwhelming sense of regret towards actions in retrospect. I'm afraid of honestly writing down any of the things here just because of I guess the fact that it publicizes something that I want to hide even more. Even just to myself. Like I don't want to acknowledge and face and stew on things that I have done that just didn't go across as I intended I guess. Or sometimes there are people that I don't even consider that have an issue with things I do. But also thinking back I feel like I don't fully understand my actions from other perspectives. And that's one of those things that I guess is normal in life. I don't want to beat myself up about it too much because I mean who the fuck never makes any mistakes and has never done anything they regret. But I still feel a lot of shame and regret.

How ironic this is. So the original community I mentioned, today was pretty bad. It kinda just kept feeling super cliquey and several people just KEPT making pretty rude “jokes”, and eventually after I just decided to not interact for the day and I got mentioned directly, I tried to be friendly and instead got ganged up on and somewhat degraded. I just left, and then I got harassed for a few more hours in private messages. Lovely.

I have been socializing both IRL and online, and online that’s been in the form of spending time in a couple of different communities. I recently found one that I liked, and then I found another one I clicked with REALLY well. I was in call with them today for like 6 hours, and one of them was a pro player in Australia, and he was coaching us and showing us some cool things. He then watched me play with a few others and holy shit I wanted to die so badly LMAO. I played Rengar in fucking Iron and was just inting over and over again. It was agonizing. It was legit so bad I stopped to play Radiohead by myself on the guitar for a bit. I then decided to queue up another two ranked games solo on the smurf account and I even got a penta in one of them. It’s embarrassing because dawg I’m like sweating on an Iron account by myself on my main role on what was my main champ. But I just needed to convince myself that I was able to play him, I guess. Down bad lmao.

I saw an Iron 4 player offering coaching on Discord, and so I asked to be coached a few days ago. We messaged a bit, and they seemed pretty cool, so we planned to play. Today we did, and they were actually really knowledgeable and fun to play with, but just had a ton of performance anxiety. We played a few games and then spent like two hours just talking and bantering. We plan to play again tomorrow, and I saw a lot of myself in them, but from a parallel of a fully different person having different life experiences. I’m glad I reached out to a fully foreign interaction. 20 seconds. All it takes.

I think it’s been about a week now where at the end of my shower, I turn it all the way cold and stay in it for around a minute. There have been two big changes, one was playing a song with a verse that I really like or a part that hits and timing it right as the water goes cold, and also sometime’s ill just speak my mind while the shock from the cold hits. Really quickly you get used to the cold, and then once you remind yourself that you are fine and it’s just discomfort, the discomfort goes away surprisingly. I think this is fairly symbolic of a lot of things in life.

The way it typically goes is the dread of doing it, the actual act (which isn’t that bad after the first few seconds), and then the good feelings afterwards. I feel like this is a pattern I see all the time. How many things in my life have caused so much dread and fear, and discomfort at first that I’ve come to love and be thankful for doing. I feel like every meaningful connection in my life has come from just a few seconds of enough blind bravery to get past the anxiety and fear of doing something scary. 20 seconds of embarrassing bravery. And if that’s not enough, then take it 20 seconds at a time. Do that enough until you finally turn the shower off and can’t help but scream and think to yourself “you did it”. I can’t even bring myself to say the showers suck. Because while it’s definitely uncomfortable, it’s a reminder of the potential for a life I’m happy with. A full life, complete with experiences and failures and successes and everything in between. All because I can get over that part of my brain telling me it is afraid of something.

Back to strangers – Rehash

I used this title scheme to somewhat track how long it took me it to stop processing this breakup. I guess this kind of marks some kind of a turning point because I'm not sure if this really applies to the breakup at all. But I still think that there's enough floating around my head that'll probably end up mentioning it. And so 17 it is.

I feel like I want to write about something sad, but nothing comes to mind. But weirdly that doesn't feel like it's a good thing. It doesn't feel bad either, I guess I'm just apathetic. I'm starting to reclaim a big sense of stability that I didn't have during that relationship. But it still does come with a sense of loss sometimes. I think more than anything else I'm sad that for like a better word they weren't a different person. Like I think about the whole uncertainty-bound of relationships that I have, and I'm kind of sad that this ended up being a low roll.

The painting that she made me for my birthday keeps falling off of the wall, and every few days I have to push it back into its adhesive. I remember how she started to cry when she told me that if I don't want it to give it back because she loves it so much and it would break her heart for it to be destroyed. Originally I felt that she was saying that because she put so much love into it, and that was love for me. But honestly now thinking about it, I more feel like it's love for the painting and the effort she put in, not necessarily for me. And it kind of does echo a sentiment that was eating me alive for a while. I didn't really feel like she loved me, but she rather loved I guess just the things that I was able to fill for her. But it wasn't me as a whole that she loved. She loved how I hugged her, and how I was there for her, but she didn't love the parts of me that didn't fit the things that she wanted. And so I ended up feeling kind of like a shell of a person. Almost like a hollow exterior with all of the substance gutted out.

But I am more than that. I am a combination of all the experiences I've gone through, and even though those might not be things that she was looking for, they are still who I am. I think I deserve to be loved. Yet I feel so entitled saying that. I don't know if I deserve anything. But I do think what I would want in a relationship is to feel loved, and not just for the value I provide.

There are plenty of great things from the relationship, and also lessons hidden behind a layer of thorns. I hope that things get better for her.

She texted saying she would prefer not to see me again, and so her suggestion of us talking tomorrow when I pick her up from work is no longer happening. I guess I’m not going to interact with her again. I’m not happy with how things were left, but I guess what can you do about it. It would have been nice to end on good terms, but it is what it is.

Still hurts a lot.

I might as well vent to it here because it's a nice outlet. One thing that's been going back and forth in my mind has been the difference between intentionally saying something that is hurtful, and saying something that is hurtful from negligence of remembering or thinking about how it's a hurtful topic. The intentionality does have a overall worse connotation in my mind, but at the same time I still think it's fucked up in a different way how she said something super damaging to me even without the whole context of losing my mom, because I had told her several times before about how that was something that was traumatic for me. Like it kind of feels that even if it wasn't intentional, someone that I care about hurt me really deeply from just negligence. Even if the intentionality is not there I think it's pretty important to kind of acknowledge that and evaluate if that's something I would want in any kind of relationship, friendship or otherwise. I think especially to be intimate with someone or tightly ingrained, it's important to not have to feel like you always have to have a guard up in case they again say something that's hurtful or sensitive. I have to walk the thin line of saying sensitive and being concerned about that being interpreted as in “I'm too sensitive”. But I think this is more analogous to if someone was assaulted, and you made careless jokes that were related to that. I think that's universally a no-go kind of situation. Sucks that I'm sensitive in this way, but that's part of who I am and I don't know who I would be without the bad parts.

It kind of sucks that I never really got an apology for it, and instead what I got was a “I'm sorry that you didn't get more support about your insecurity growing up” which was horribly worse than saying just sorry, for reasons that I don't really want to explain right now. I think I have to be worried about unfortunately being perceived, and since I don't want to put all of our dirty laundry out there on the internet I'm going to hold back here for now. At least talking about exactly what she said that gutted me and the context behind it.

I think at the end of the day I have felt an incredible sense of freedom. I guess it's more just of the feeling that the opportunity to meet people that understand me and click with me is absolutely ripe, and I don't have to settle for a relationship that was kind of slowly destroying me. I'm very proud of the stability that I've built for myself throughout all of the hardships I've had to face growing up, and when I say that I mean to this point today. And I think that this is still part of me growing up and that's kind of a happy thought if I'm being honest. I'm not sure if I can exactly articulate why it is.

Today when I went to the gym it was closed, and since I thankfully recently bought my own basketball, I instead went to an outdoor court nearby and I just shot and practiced by myself for 2 hours while listening to podcasts. It was a beautifully sunny day, but the wind was absolutely nightmarish for the first hour and a half. Anytime I would shoot the ball, it would pretty consistently fly unpredictably. I thought this was pretty unfortunate because I have been trying to practice shooting straight and I've been trying to learn the proper form for that, it's kind of hard to do that when you get constantly incorrect feedback just because of the wind today.

But I also thought that was incredibly poetic and a weird concrete example of a general life lesson. Just because today I'm playing outside and there's a ton of wind, does that mean that I should fundamentally change my approach and try to shoot to the left to account for it? Or maybe I should change my stance or hand position to deal with that bias. But I think the answer is a pretty clear no, since I am trying to learn the game, and it's better that I stick to what I believe is the proper approach, even if right now I'm getting conflicting feedback. This was a horribly convoluted and unpolished way of essentially saying how just because things are not working, doesn't mean that you are doing something wrong. And almost equally as important, just because things would work if you did it differently doesn't mean that doing it differently is correct.

I think I could have maybe's relationship work, by sucking things up more, or studying and learning how to communicate better to account for their issues. Or I could have done so many different things. But at the end of the day how many of these things would end up hurting me once the wind goes away and I'm in a happy situation. Hopefully in my next relationship, I'm able to communicate with my partner without feeling like it's a debate. And hopefully next time my partner can empathize and understand me better. I think it's important to remember this, because I think I lose sight of this a lot. Just because you get bad feedback, doesn't mean that you need to fix that always. Of course there are valuable pieces of feedback and things that you absolutely should learn from, but that is not a universal thing.