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Ding, Dong, the Bitch Isn’t Dead

Hey everyone! No, I have not fallen over a cliff, walked under a bus, been kidnapped or joined a cult. My absence can simply be explained by the existence of other absences – guys, to be exact. I’m afraid I may have run out of guys within a 30 mile radius (as per my settings as I haven’t returned to driving yet post-surgery). The infamous ‘they’, aka my doctors and specialists have also been playing around with my medication doses, meaning I’ve felt like I’ve been smushed against the windshield like the plump little bug I am. It’s brutal, actually. My current dose is now below the human average, meaning the lack of hormone in my body makes it think it is dying and act as such.

But enough about me, and now more of me. If you have read through my litany of complaints as seen above, and have reached here. CONGRATULATIONS! You are officially more supportive than my family. Thank you for ‘listening’.

The short version of this diatribe can be found in the video below, neatly condensed into 3 minutes for when you’re in need of a little Molly, (me, not the drug) on the go.

But I will continue in text form here. Honestly, I went out with my best friend last night who I don’t get to see very often, and between listening to her sexual escapades (she’s not a slut, but compared to me EVERYONE whose private bits have been glimpsed by man (or woman) I consider to be the far more sexually versed.

And herein lies the problem.

At 24, I have reached an age now where I am not going to change myself for anyone. In small ways sure, and in terms of taking time for someone else, yes. But being older than a starry-eyed teen, I know who I am and what I like. Even if knowing what I like means knowing what I DON’T like. And right now? Honestly? Between trying to become a ‘real person’ again following invasive brain surgery and taking 4 difficult university courses and staving off side effects of medication that keeps being changed to try and jumpstart my pituitary gland, I have neither the time nor the desire to be dating right now.  Maybe it’s the same reason I don’t own a dog. I’m too busy trying (unsuccessfully or not, you choose) to take care of myself. I’m learning who am again. In a sense it’s like I’m dating myself. Wondering and worrying about this or that and how I’m going to react.

I’m also getting over an eating disorder, which left me 100 lbs. lighter, and a lot more messed up. I equate my weight now, with my subsequent level of success and worth as a human being. And I know that’s wrong. I simply have a skewed self-image and an all-consuming fear of slipping back to where I used to be. And it’s hard to hate yourself, your past self OR your present self. Oh, God, I’m a mess. It’s a blessing that I can hide behind a keyboard and write. I can bare my soul without baring my body for the world to flagellate. Ugh, now my fingers are taking me down a road I’m not sure I’m ready to go down. Running sounds good right now. All the responsibilities that are being re-assigned to me as I heal are almost unbearable, because as a perfectionist at heart, it is the hardest thing not to be able to put my best foot, or work forward, and portray, accurately, who I am and want to be.

Does any of that sound like a person you would want to date? would break up with me if I could.

There were two guys I was talking to. One I thought was my soul mate, because he listed Disney movies as his favourite and quoted Scar from the Lion King. He also worked in communications, and seemed like just an all-around nice guy who wasn’t going to bore the hell out of me on the first date like my previous (and only) dates had. Except he was 32. Eight year difference, but my grandparents are 7 years apart, so I went with it. But I think I may have scared him off with my slightly off-beat sense of humour and unnerving intensity. Story of my life…look at the picture of conversation below and let me know what you think. The other guy who I was less interested in, only 4 years my senior, asked me out two days ago and I said yes after not seeing the message for two days and haven’t heard back. So I may have screwed up that one as well.

Bollocks.

lkl

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