cruel
i have a boyfriend. i like some things. i sometimes crave physicality, but more often i feel like i have to clamor away. im polite enough to hide it. in some vague sense i guess i care or that i know i am supposed to. but when im alone i don’t miss him or think about it. i know cognitively what a cruel thing it is to say and do. i dumped a girl like this once and never think or feel a thing but i know it is cruel how little i remember or care.
i don’t know if i stay because of a fear of harming him or because i know what little intimacy i do want would be unbearable and impossible to find anywhere else. he’s never felt like “home” just as nobody else has but i know in my mind what will happen next with him and thats enough. i’ll probably just stay along. if i dumped him i might as well quit my job, which i have a similar feeling of disconnection from. eventually im sure i would do nothing at all, but of course i need money to live
despite my disclosure here i imagine i might be fine to those who don’t know how empty i am. i try to pay attention and do nice things for him even if part of it is knowing that all of my time is equally aimless and consequently “why not”. i have never shown the cruelty of someone who cares too much. but cognitively i don’t want to hurt him, and i don’t want my life to go to shit, so i stay
i am jealous of people who genuinely feel about relationships, in a way. i guess it feels like my mind is trapped in a constant business negotiation. money, money, me me me. despite my need to live i feel apprehensive about the harm to all involved. but pull the trigger every day. if it wouldn’t be so cruel to tell him i think i would just apologize. but that would end the game and so i play. nevermind the fact that in the end my greed and self interest outweighs the vague impression of empathy i can think myself toward.