Sunday, July 1, 2012
So why do we stay? I'm sure almost everyone out there has done this. Stayed with someone they shouldn't have even after they knew they should have left. This is not a post to address victims of abuse or people who stay in bad relationships because they think it's better for their kids. Those are situations and issues I cannot begin to touch on because I haven't been there. This is instead a question for when you've dated someone, realized this is not going to work and yet stay with it, hoping you're wrong.
And why? Why do we do this? I think for a lot of people it comes down to being scared. Scared of one of three things in particular.
We could be scared of hurting the other person. Unless it's a really bad relationship (and still sometimes even then) ending something hurts. Not as badly maybe as being the person who's broken up with, but it still is not a good feeling. You care about this person at least a little or you wouldn't be setting aside time to spend with them. And the memory of the good times is still there. Those don't go away because you decide a relationship isn't working. You don't want to cause that person pain and so instead of breaking it off, you stay longer that you should to put of what you know has to happen. And then you just feel worse.
I've been here. I've known things aren't working, known it would be better for both of us to break things off. He even gave me a moment to take an out. But I didn't take it. Because some part of me still wanted it to work, even when I knew it wouldn't. He was a friend first and I didn't want to hurt him. But in the end, it still hurts. Things like that don't hurt less when you give them more time.
We also stay because we're afraid of being alone. You don't know if there's anyone else out there who will ever love you or want to be with you. You think being in this relationship that doesn't quite fit is so much better than living alone the rest of your like and becoming the Mad Cat Lady or Crazy Snake Man. Because we've been told all our lives that being alone means there's something wrong with you. That you're not good enough. That you don't matter. Even when you know it isn't true and you remind yourself of this, there's often the nagging voice that says you're lying. Because it's so much harder to kill an idea.
Been here too. It's scary, when everything in our world tells us the ultimate goal is finding a life-mate, to find yourself alone. So maybe you hold on to someone because it's nice not to be alone for once. It's nice to have someone to go out with, to talk to. Especially if you have few friends close by to do these things with. Being alone is harder, even more so if all you can see are couples. But being alone can also teach you things about yourself. And you should know yourself before you try to figure out someone else (oh yes, I am the zen master)
Last, we stay because we don't realize what we're missing. This can be especially true if you have very little dating experience. You know love isn't the magic bonanza Hollywood makes it out to be, but you also don't know quite what it is. Maybe you settle because while you might not have that passion, you've found a good person. You don't know if it's love, but you don't know that it's not.
This one is much much more subjective and harder to pin down. I only know this reason exists because I didn't realize what was missing until I found that connection. It didn't last long as a relationship, not really even a relationship, but it showed me what it's supposed to feel like. I'm sure some people can go through their whole lives, meet someone who's nice and kind and treats them well, and never feel that zing that you feel when you meet someone who could be the "The One". And that works...until you meet that person and then realize what you're missing (I'm pretty sure this is how some cheating happens).
I am in no way insinuating I am any kind of an expert in this. I'm 21 and been in very few relationships. I have so little experience it's hilarious. These are just the thoughts I start to have at 1 in the morning. And I am far from having all the answers. This is contemplative, not comprehensive. And far from the only opinion.
So what do you think? Why do you think people stay with those they're not meant to be with?
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I am a little late to the party (although I did post this on Tumblr a little while back. By the way, I'm kind of addicted to Tumblr now) but these are the highlights of my past year.
In no particular order:
1. Graduation from Western Washington University and All That Day Entailed: This day was a bittersweet one. Because I’d accomplished what I set out to do at Western and had my degree in hand within my planned two years. But this also meant leaving a place that felt like home and the wonderful people I met and love there. However, this day also included the Epic Canadian Sojourn, which is a completely fantastic story involving a sack of oranges, a street magician, one cute hotel/casino driver named Marius, slipping past tram police, British accents, and road signs that didn’t wish to be read.
2. Summer at the Hive: I spent two fantastic weeks last July with my friends at a house called the Hive. Pretty much this house and the people in are the reason for half of my great stories. If not more. These people (Natalie and Erin especially) are…well there are no words to describe them. We had a fourth of July barbecue (complete with rooftop 90s music concert) and hung out at the Presbyterian church (and freaked out a few church goers at one point) and had a masque and attended the HP 7.2 premiere together. I always cherish the little time I get to spend at the Hive, but those two weeks are ones I will always look back on with fondness.
3. A Very Potter Musical Glee: If you have even glanced at this blog, you may have seen that I love Harry Potter and A Very Potter Musical. The Glee Club at Western this past winter actually did the song “Get Back to Hogwarts” and I got to be a part of it. It. Was. AWESOME! Getting to be a part of that and hang out with some truly excellent people was amazing. I loved it.
4. Becky: Speaking of excellent people, I know that technically Becky is not a moment, but our friendship is one of my favorite things about 2011. A friendship that actually started as a mock Facebook battle over a fictional character and who loved him more. Which basically gives you a good idea of how our relationship works. She is totally awesome and I love that she makes me laugh just as much I as make her grin.
5. Glee Summer Spectacular: I got to spend another amazing weekend this past summer (this summer is probably one of my favorite ever, second only to my London summer) with Becky and a whole group of fantastic people from the Glee club. We got attacked by a rooster and played Friends Scene It and went star tripping and hung out at night on this dock with water pretty much on all sides. We laughed til we cried and were basically insane. It was totally awesome!
6. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 Premiere: Yes, I know I mentioned this above, but it’s important enough to garner its own slot. This one night was basically the close of my childhood. I know that Harry Potter will never truly be over, because the fandom will live on, but this was pretty much the end of an era. The characters I had grown up reading and the actors I had grown up watching, were giving their final curtain bow. The experience of waiting with everyone else in line, all of them just as excited as I, is something that I’m not sure will ever happen again in quite that magnitude. It is a memory I will cherish.
7. The Saddest Pirate Ship That Ever Did Sail: I believe this happened just before I joined Tumblr, so I never regaled you with the adventure of The Pirate Ship Cake. If you are a Starkid, you may remember that right before Starship came out, they had a profile picture contest on Facebook. It just had to relate to Starship in some way. Becky and I decided to bake a cake, make it a pirate ship and put stars all over it (Star Ship, get it?). Well, we didn’t get it done in time, but we decided to make the cake anyway. Unfortunately, we are impatient and the cake hated us, so while it kind of looked like a cake, it was also kind of unstable. Delicious, but wobbly.
8. Modeling Session with Jenny: Yes, another summer one (what can I say? My summer was epic). My cousin is a fantastic photographer with her own business, Jenny Ostenson Photography, based in Tacoma. She was looking for people to model for her over the summer and I happened to be close enough and have the time (plus inclination). She was so much fun to work with and I got to feel beautiful for the two hours or so that we took pictures. Beautiful and goofy and happy. There are more pictures from the session here. I will never be a model, but I had a blast doing this with Jenny.
9. I Met Kate Voegele: Because my sister is a huge One Tree Hill addict, we learned about Kate Voegele and fell in love with her music. She has beautiful lyrics and plays the piano and guitar and I don’t think there is a single song she’s released that I dislike. So when we heard she was coming to Portland to perform (hardly ANYONE comes to the West Coast) we jumped on the opportunity. And the show was actually Andy Grammer (who we now love as well) and Kate Voegele with Natasha Bedingfield as the headliner. After their sets, both Andy Grammer and Kate came out to this little counter by the entrance and signed autographs and talked with people. I didn’t have anything for her to sign so my sister dared me to have her sign my arm. Which I did and then she took a picture with us. And after the show was over, she was still there and Mom got to meet her as well. She was so sweet and down to earth and probably one of the nicest people you could hope to meet (and she didn’t look at me like I was insane when I asked her to sign my arm. That wins her bonus points).
10. My 21st Birthday: I finally reached my 21st birthday this year. My celebration was tame, compared to many people’s (one drink at Red Robin with a friend and then a movie night in), but for me getting drunk is not why I’m excited about being 21. Being 21 means that I can go to a bar, if I should so choose. I can go to karaoke nights or book clubs that meet in bars. I can go out to dance clubs. It gives me the last bit of freedom society holds in reserve, though I will be carded mercilessly for probably the next fifteen years.
1. My Sister Getting Engaged: My little sister got engaged this year (although the proposal story is kind of hilarious and will not be the one she probably tells her children) and she named me her maid of honor. Which shocked me and for which I feel honored. Hopefully we will not have a bridezilla on our hands as July draws closer. She did pick lovely bridesmaids dresses though, and her dress is gorgeous.
2. Leading Worship for the First Time: I am on Worship Team at my church, which basically means I sing with the Worship Leader and try to get people excited about singing for the Lord. Some days that’s easier than others. Also, I am not allowed to clap, because I have a…fluid sense of rhythm. But this past November, the pastor’s wife, Grace, who is in charge of worship, began giving me songs to lead. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I led probably half of the songs, plus read a picture book to the children. The reading went better than the singing since I hadn’t gotten a chance to practice and I think Grace overestimates my vocal abilities (the nice thing about church ladies is they will tell you that you were great even if you sucked), but being given the opportunity feels amazing. Plus it’s helping me get the confidence to sing on my own in front of people without my legs feeling like Jello.
3. Yule Ball 2011: This was my third Yule Ball and may have been one of my favorites. I went as Harry Freakin’ Potter (Darren Criss’ Potter for those who miss the reference) and won third place in the costume contest. There was the impromptu rendition of Get Back to Hogwarts, Voldemort dancing to Thriller, and just merriment in general with good music and great friends. It was beautiful and fun and totally awesome
I will miss 2011 dearly. It was a transition year for me, figuring out more about who I am and what I want (spolier alert: I still have a very vague idea about the latter). I left Western and came home, but part of me stayed in Bellingham. I got my first job in two years and met amazing people and grew up just a little more. I can’t wait to see what 2012 has in store.