So who gives a damn about me, anyway. I have three co-workers who have a group text among them. I know this, because they are constantly talking about it in front of me. I guess it wouldn’t be such a big deal if there was more than the fucking four of us working together on that same damn shift. They have also planned a weekend together to celebrate two of their birthdays, complete with inviting a former coworker who no longer works with us. I also hate how they will talk only among the three of them and make decisions as if I am not a part of the workplace team. It’s very hurtful. One of them is moving away in a month and I cannot fucking wait. I’m getting very irritated that she is running the show and treats me the way she does. My feelings are hurt and I have too much going on to be giving a damn, yet here I am.
On top of that, I hate that I don’t have a best friend. I’ve always wanted one and it never seems to work out well for me. For example, the one person that I feel has been my best friend in adulthood decided to change her Maid of Honor to someone else. That was fucking hurtful. And it devastated me. I felt thrown away. The relationship never recovered my hurt and Even though she has called a few times, I don’t really feel comfortable talking to her about my life. My mom had a best friend. My sister has three. I don’t really have any. I have a ton of in-the-moment-friends, and probably a few that I know well. But I don’t have any that I trust enough or actually consider my best friend. I also feel like any attempts that I make at having one fall flat on their face and I’m left sitting here all awkward again like every other moment of my life.
So I’m lonely in that way. I realize that my hurts from people I care about run very deep. I have a friend who, although we met in person, is largely online. I consider them such a good friend. I worry about them often, and there are so many things that I share with them because I know they will appreciate it as I do. Yet when they were having a rough go of it somewhat recently, I asked a question to make sure they knew I was there for them. Their response hurt my stupid heart and I have seen and felt myself pull away because I feel that if they feel that way, then I shouldn’t be around.
Because at the end of the day, my biggest fear is that people are annoyed by me and don’t like me. That my presence is more of an annoyance than a joy. And I feel that any buff from someone I trust, appreciate, like, love, or enjoy is devastating and unfixable. I would never say anything to them directly, because the possible rejection I could experience may not be something I will recover from.
Oh and the man. The man is such an introverted, man’s man. He’s very rough around the edges and I like and love him for who he is, but I would give anything for him to ask me how my day at work was. Or possibly just ask how I am doing. But that’s what *I* want and not necessarily what he says or does to show affection. He hates when I cry; he frets and starts yelling and trying to “fix me.” His solutions are not very helpful, especially when I often simply need someone to hear what I am saying and validate it. I also see that his way of showing me that he cares about me is doing things like making sure my dad’s old truck that I drive continues to run. He put in a new alternator last weekend. That’s his love language. I appreciate and love that so unbelievably much.
At the end of the day I still need a friend. I’m missing that. And I don’t know how to get that. I’m a defunct human, I know it.
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