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originally posted by: TrueBrit
...things are WAY too complicated in BOTH our lives for different reasons, for either one of us to be in the best state to deal with anything happening at all.
Its not a matter of fear, or a matter of things being spoiled. Shes my friend, thats never going away. But realistically, what kind of selfishness would I have to have, to insist that alongside the burden of her own baggage, she gets saddled with having to deal with my emotional situation too? I would not do that to a friend, leave alone anyone I was in whom I had any romantic interest.
originally posted by: TrueBrit
a reply to: TNMockingbird
I give her a lot of credit.
But I also know her well. She needs friends more than she needs anything else either in her life or on her mind right now, which is why I am so aggravated with myself.
I decided not to mention anything to her about how I feel, because it would needlessly complicate an already vexing situation,
some unconscious signal was released,
Before, I did not know that she knew. But now I know that she knows, would it be weird if I did not let her know, that I know, that she knows? Or is it better to just assume that she knows that I know, that she knows how I feel, and say nothing more about it? What is more, does any of that even make any bloody sense at all, because I am at the end of my tether entirely?
The thing is, I am not looking for anything to happen here.
Simply put, I have been ignored at best, and invisible at worst for the last four years now, in that particular regard,so I must either be doing something entirely wrong, or simply be, as I suspect, obsolete in today's world, with regard to my level of desirability.
And yet, I am the one that friends come to for advice when their relationships are collapsing, the one they turn to when the behaviour of their partner confounds them, the one they come to for support and input when they are having trouble telling a person how they feel about them, and indeed when they are having trouble extricating themselves from relationships they no longer want to be a part of, but cannot stop dipping their toes, and other things, back into for the sheer hell of it.
My life is so strange, so bizarre as a result, that even a woman in whom I have significant interest, despite our being two VERY different people in a whole host of very prohibitive ways, feels comfortable telling me about the eccentric orbit she is making away from her ex boyfriend, and how often that orbit finds her back in his bed, despite the ceasing of their relationship proper.She knows nothing of my feelings of course, because they are utterly ridiculous, and I am the polar opposite of her type, which, in combination with several other factors, renders my intense enjoyment of her company utterly irrelevant.