When you have a fear of being alone forever, you make some dumb decisions. A few years ago, I wrote this blog post (plus a few more) when Empath was releasing. I wanted to share all the things I was afraid of, hoping someone might not feel alone. Two years later, I wrote an update to the post to share my progress (see it at the end of the original post).
I am Afraid I’ll be Alone Forever
Originally published May 2015
I rarely go out of my house (even for work) these days, mostly because I don’t want to (see: Campaign for no pants). And with no best friends around here to force me out, I am a happy as a pig in mud. I assume this will change now that I live in Florida, but I wrote this blog post before the move, so there you go.
When I do leave my house for an unscheduled event, I try to remain completely neutral about the entire event, but some part of me can’t help but ask
It’s silly, I know, but being a writer, I’m always imagining different “meet cute” scenarios, and waiting for the time when I’m the subject of said meet cute. I hate myself for it, and it probably contributes to why I have no desire to go out in the world and meet new people. I put pressure on myself and I always end up disappointed when Prince Charming doesn’t appear.
Seriously, I wish I did not feel this way, but I do.
Fears are Terrible
This fear is a dangerous one because it has made me make decisions that are not in my best interest. The Ex comes to mind, mostly. Not only because I stayed with him for two years longer than I should have, but because I stopped seeing him as a person, and started seeing him as a means to an end.
It’s really a horrifying behavior. Seriously, you guys – I thought I was smarter than this.
Now, I’ve gone in the completely opposite way. Whereas before the 1/4 life crisis, I was going out with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that called (or inappropriately messaged me on Tinder), now I simply don’t communicate with anyone.
In fact, the last two “relationships” (if you can call them that) were with people I already knew. Those two aside, I’ve spent the last year avoiding all human contact on the off chance that I would make the wrong decision again. I don’t trust myself to not be a total moron when it comes to love.
Swinging Back and Forth
Just as soon as I make a decision, the Anghenfil begins to whisper in the back of my mind, and loneliness sets in. And then I begin to worry that I’m never going to find someone ever – completely aware at the same time that I have self-sabotaged myself into being alone.
It’s such a strange feeling to be simultaneously afraid of people and also afraid of being without people. I’m caught in limbo between doing things to sate one that trigger the other as I work to let go of both fears.
Slay Your Fears: Two Years Later
At the end of last year, here in Pensacola, I found a new dudebro and–shocker–he wanted a serious relationship. One problem – he loved me, but he didn’t really like me. At least enough to be with me long-term.
Being a believer in “everything happens for a reason,” this newest breakup hurt like a sombitch, but it forced me to accept some things. I finally let go of what my life is “supposed” to look like. Y’all, my life is never going to resemble anything “normal,” and that’s cool. It’s normal for me.
And as for being alone: I’ve found happiness rolling solo with my friends and family. I’ve decided it’s probably better than being miserable with an asshole. Being single also doesn’t mean I can’t have kids, which is something I think I still want. Whatever I decide to do, I know it’ll make me happy, and that’s something to celebrate.