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This is one of my venues for therapy. I live too much in my head so I have strong feelings about everything and nothing. So this is my venting place.

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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

I was working out yesterday and I saw "Michelle" and her Mom.

I always look for her when I'm in the gym and whenever I see her, I get excited.

Even yesterday.

So I have no excuse for not even acknowledging them.

I do not know what came over me to do this. I can only assume that Dave was in control.

Dave is a very strong element in my mind and sometimes I do not even realize that he is controlling me.

But, against my better judgment, I completely ignored "Michelle" and her Mom.

It might also be that I have finally started to put "Michelle" to bed.

Yesterday was the first time I've seen her since I last mentioned her in this blog.

I had called her (after that day) and, as usual, she didn't return my call.

So, I have finally reserved myself to the fact that she is in no way what so ever interested in me in any way, shape, or form.

I mean, I have stated in this blog that when her Mom is there, she and I talk almost nonstop. And I notice that "Michelle" gets bored and starts to walk away or becomes focused on something else during these times. I try to include her in the convo but she usually gets monosyllabic and lets her Mom do all the talking.

I have also mentioned that I don't know if she likes me and only gets shy because her Mom is overshadowing her during these convos.

I can only react to what I see/feel.

And when "Michelle" sees me alone she is very conversational.

But whenever I show interest, she backs away and literally disappears.

So, instead of feigning interest in their lives, I chose to pretend not to see them and instead talked with the person who had just walked away from them.

Basically, I said Fuck You to "Michelle" and her Mom because there was no way they didn't see me.

And they must know that I saw them.

So, there you have it.

I'm a fucking idiot.

Wonder what I'll be when I grow up.

Whenever that is.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You did the right thing. If Michelle's really interested in you, she'll be back. If not, you've preserved your dignity.

Next time, let her catch you talking to some other honey . . . flirtatiously.