Thursday, October 22, 2009

Gle.e

I'm in the middle of the storm, not much to say. Beta is the same day as home study, I think... Awesome. I can't wrap my head around this "last attempt" thing. I chose a river in egypt for 1000, please.

So do any of you watch Gle.e? Fucking love that show. Hiliarious.

Crazy fake pregnant lady and pregnant teenage girl included.

Last week (not last night, no spoilers please, I need to watch it still). They sang my song. The song that stuck with me during those days after Nov 7th two years ago, when I was having trouble catching my breath, probably due to moderately bad anemia from all the shit my body was struggling with.

No Air. (losing you was like living in a world with no air...)

Since then I have been in this significant song cycle. On the radio, in stores, everywhere. Songs from that time mostly, with a few others creeping in. I heard one the other day that launched me right back to the old me.

16 years old, driving my truck around, not wanting to go home because I couldn't stop crying. My life as I knew it was over. My boyfriend had told me he "got together" with my friend during his prom. My mom hadn't let me go to the prom with him because I was "too young" so he took my friend. I was pissed at my mom, but it was OK, he was taking MY FRIEND. A week later he tells me they ended up as more than friends that night. I was a sobbing, crying mess, listening and singing loudly with the pained voice of Sinea.d (don't judge me, I loved her stuff). My eyes were swollen for days. I was there, in that blue truck, driving around, stopping at Ace Hard.ware (cuz Ace is the place with the helpful hardware man...). Why the fuck did I need to go there? No idea. A guy I knew was working the cash register. He asked me if I was ok. I said yes, full of shame, grabbed my bag and left. We are now friends on FB. But the guy and the friend? Fuck them both.

I remembered those hardcore "my life is over" feelings listening to that song like I was 16 again. That poor girl, she really had no idea what pain was. And you know, that's ok.

11 comments:

k@lakly said...

Ahhh the good ole days when a broken heart was the worst possible thing on earth...

Fingers crossed while I float alongside you down that river:)
xxoo

Aunt Becky said...

I remember that feeling too. And when a broken heart was the worst thing ever. If only.

Sue said...

One of my students missed classes, came to me pale and teary, about this situation she had, and how she was having panic attacks, depressed...She was seeking a shrink and getting anxiety meds. Of course, I felt for her, and adjusted things to work with her.

Turns out, she was in a relationship with a boyfriend (of two months) that she realized was going nowhere. That she had been untrue to herself and needed to break up with him. When she told me, I wanted to laugh. I thought, wow, it's good I didn't share anything personal with you.

My first reaction was "What?" Oh, come on. You want something to be depressed about?" But I thought about it. What it was like to be 19 years old. Feeling like you'll never find the one, never even be attracted to anyone else again because of your broken heart. When I talk to her now, I think, "Wow, I"m *really* old." But I remember how it felt for that to be my whole world. Can't even imagine being 25, or 30, years old, let alone, anything else. That is every thing at that age.

And that was okay. And I was glad I didn't even hint at what I went through. Someday, she would look back and recognize this for what it was. And really, I was able to tell her that it does get better. That it takes time to find a good relationship. Even though it *really* doesn't feel like it.

And I think, Wow. I AM really old. But that's okay.

The universe is a really weird place these days. When is your beta/home study? Right there with you, my friend. XO

Coggy said...

I seem to have a soundtrack to my life too. Everytime thinks go tits up something pops up. For me my worst times have always gone hand in hand with radiohead, whether I wanted it too or not.
Weird.

I'm on the river with you and Kal fingers toes and what ever else I can muster crossed. xxxx

Ya Chun said...

teen angst, maybe those days weren't so bad....

Another Dreamer said...

Best wishes on the homestudy and the beta.

Very powerful story... I am truly glad that younger me didn't know what was coming, because she would have gave up right then and there.

CLC said...

Thinking good thoughts for you.

Yes, I associate just about every song with different periods of my life. It's weird how a song can trigger memories like that. I laugh about crying over boys now. It seems so silly compared to everything else, doesn't it? If only I knew that then.....

rivermama said...

Did see Glee. Another good 'sode. I can relate to the songs stirring old stuff.

Interesting (to me anyway) note--I found your blog by searching "oddly therapeutic".

What a journey you have had.

I too had a septum removed and had tube issues, ectopics and methotextrate. I had not heard of the tube diagnosis you had and the resulting need for having it removed. Will look it up.

Peace and wellness to you!
Carol

Wishing 4 One said...

LOL so true. I wish those days were as worse as they get. Oh well welcome to real life now huh? xoxoxoxoxo

admin said...

Songs and smells. Both of those can transport me back in time instantly. Funny our perception of trauma, of pain, when we are so young and inexperienced. You can't know then what the world will toss you later in life.
I totally saw Sin.ead in concert in the early 90's. For everything about her that was lame, there were just as many parts that rocked.
xo

onemorebaby said...

Glad to have found your blog! When in your homestudy/beta? Thinking good thoughts for you...