I didn’t speak too soon in saying that I’d gotten my happily ever after with Supergrover, because I’ll believe that whether we continue communication or not, because at least for a moment, she was listening to me.
She doesn’t see how it’s hard on me that she knows so much about me, and I know so little about her. She doesn’t see what her avoidance has wrought now, which is that my first instinct is to duck and cover.
She thought I was excited to see her in real life when I’m actually quite afraid of it. I’m just willing to be afraid until I’m not. I asked her what it was like growing up in her house, that it would show me affection because it wouldn’t be indicative of our past where she acts like a brick wall.
Instead of saying she wasn’t comfortable with that, she said something I didn’t understand. She said, “so there’s a condition now?” Something about an arbitrary amount that she should write? No. It would show me a two way relationship.
She also said that I wanted to get together “all of a sudden.” I said, “we’ve been friends for 11 years. It feels new to you because now all of a sudden you’re open to it.” It’s true. She could have showed up at my house wanting to talk at any time and it would have been fine. I didn’t just all of a sudden develop a need to see her. Her perspective changed.
It’s also interesting to me that she’s watched me spin out with other relationships trying to plan for the future and she understood that I was the President of Overthinker’s Anonymous. That I would start thinking about things two or three years before they happened so that I could prepare myself. She does not see it here. It’s that I’m angry she didn’t say “let’s go to Starbucks tomorrow and invite all our friends.” No, on that timeline I would have told her I was busy permanently.
I’m autistic. I can’t help but rattle on about a thing in my head, because I am so afraid of the unknown. Just because you make a plan doesn’t mean it will happen, but it doesn’t leave me permanently in the dark, waiting to know what will happen. I do not serve at Supergrover’s pleasure.
It’s become creepy to me because she listens to me and she likes the lines in my blog where I tell people she’s wonderful. But that listening comes to an end when I am telling her there’s a problem, because so far she’s said she wanted to fix it and shot down getting together, getting together with other people, and writing about things that would give me context. So, my proposal to her is how we’re going to get out of this mess using only what we already know and the tools we already have.
I’m still so tired of thinking about her that this barely registers. It’s just another instance where I tried to communicate and failed. I failed because she constantly tells me what reality is not, and never what it really is.
She said to write to her when I just wanted to talk. What does she think I want to do? What are we going to talk about when you won’t talk about anything? I have reached the limit of my patience. No, I don’t just want to talk. I want you to see that I’ve been talking the whole time. I cannot understand, so I have shut down. My brain cannot process the problem, because I decided she was worthy to hear my story, and she hasn’t decided whether I’m it for her. If she doesn’t, that’s the end of our interaction, because I need her as a friend. I won’t interact with her as a mere fan. A fan’s communication is only one way, and that’s top down.
By keeping everything inside and not telling me anything, all our fights will continue because our context will remain the same.
I’m tired of looking like a villain for thinking so.
Stories That Are All True 