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For the last 4 years I have been dead convinced that the reason why I would lose feelings for a person or event was because I thought the wrong thing.
I would swear up and down that the thought I had BEFORE becoming numb to the object was the cause of it...such as when I lost feelings for a guy I thought it was because I wouldn't allow myself to fantasize about him.
I just realized something when Janine posted that DPers believe they are WILLING themselves sane.
I have been convinced that the way I feel is something I will into power.
Whoa. Wait.
Maybe I became "numb" because I was pushing to feel something that didn't exist.
Maybe I became "numb" because i wouldn't admit the things I DIDNT like about said person or thing but I felt COMPELLED to love them because I felt like that was all I had left to show the world...otherwise I would just be a failure.
Maybe four years ago I didn't want to move to NYC at ALL, and I failed to acknowledge my hate of the big cities; I only would think of how I loved them in my mind.
My life seems to cycle in patterns of four years. It seems like this four years is almost up. It makes perfect sense why it was four years now, why it took four years.
And it wasn't even that long at all.
I would swear up and down that the thought I had BEFORE becoming numb to the object was the cause of it...such as when I lost feelings for a guy I thought it was because I wouldn't allow myself to fantasize about him.
I just realized something when Janine posted that DPers believe they are WILLING themselves sane.
I have been convinced that the way I feel is something I will into power.
Whoa. Wait.
Maybe I became "numb" because I was pushing to feel something that didn't exist.
Maybe I became "numb" because i wouldn't admit the things I DIDNT like about said person or thing but I felt COMPELLED to love them because I felt like that was all I had left to show the world...otherwise I would just be a failure.
Maybe four years ago I didn't want to move to NYC at ALL, and I failed to acknowledge my hate of the big cities; I only would think of how I loved them in my mind.
My life seems to cycle in patterns of four years. It seems like this four years is almost up. It makes perfect sense why it was four years now, why it took four years.
And it wasn't even that long at all.