Sep 11, 2007 01:37
I fear that in my quest to become assertive, confident, comfortable, I may have become self-righteous instead.
It's hard to see someone hang onto something that makes them miserable so tightly. And the reason it's so hard is because I've been there, I've already had to grow up in that way. But who am I to say what growing up is, because isn't it grown up to work out problems with someone you care about? If I were actually fortuitous or desirable enough at this point to be in a relationship, would I be fighting to keep it, too, just to be able to say I had a boyfriend? Is the reason I can let go so easily just because I've never had the choice?
Or maybe it's just that we value such different things.
What do I value?
I guess all I can say is that I felt a shit ton better when I realized that it was more important to me to go to Paris and play music than it was to have someone telling me they loved me every day.
And yet, I've lost the ability to respect that in other people. Am I less open-minded? Is what's better for me in the long run better for everyone else, too? And, most importantly, can I be close to someone whose "better in the long run" is so violently opposed to mine?