I have eaten enough grapes to make a barrel full of wine today and so I am going to use that as an excuse to totally write things I shouldn’t be writing. But I do stupid things when drunk like drop cabbage in my dress and shout loudly, “There’s cab in my tra, someone remove it”. Or then refuse any assistance and go fall from the stairs and cry loudly much to the embarrassment of everyone. And nice friends console thinking I am crying over a guy, but in reality I am crying cause I have hurt my ass so bad, it’s black-blue the next day, from the fall :|. Now that I have exhibited enough stupidity, let’s play a game, shall we? Truth or Dare anyone? Oooooh, lookie! The bottle points at me! Awesome! Let’s get started with it then. Without further ado, let me begin.
Are you ready then?
Okay. So it was a dark stormy night…and I was sitting by the window, my poor little window, and I wondered, like I always do. About what? What else do you think? About the only thing this blog has been hearing for the past 20 years or so (promise after this I will write only about football, food, Laetitia Casta and maybe economics)
Anyway, heartbreaks and failed romantic relationships are a part of everyone’s lives. And we always want things to work out but they don’t and we are left to wonder why. If there’s one word that has featured with unfailing regularity in my life, it is the word-Why (From the time I could speak, mum says, I always asked questions. Why this happens, why that happens, why I can’t do that, why you can’t do that, etc etc. (Yes, I have always been a pain). She had only one answer to my constant whys-I don’t know. Smart her. And so, disappointed and angry I would decide to find the whys myself and I would find the answers too! Smart me too :)).
I am sure people spend much thought over why a certain friendship fails. A parent-child relationship? And I am sure many grey cells are used up pondering over why a romantic relationship failed. And I wondered too. And every time I thought, I blamed destiny. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be I would say. Since we are playing truth or dare, the truth is that it isn’t the truth. And I can’t run away from the truth any longer. I need to face the truth and act on it. Trouble of being 26, you need to own upto things you don’t want to. It’s called growing up 😐 Anyway, I can’t be lying and cheating myself like this- by refusing to accept the truth and blaming destiny, blaming them, blaming my astrologer, blaming friends, blaming anything and everything, except myself-I need to put the blame where it belongs.
The truth is, I am scared of being in a relationship. I crave companionship and love and romance, as much as the next girl, but the minute I get close, I run away from it. I get claustrophobic. I go back and forth in my mind about wanting to be with this guy. Should I? Should I not? (Bloody nonsense!) The minute the guy shows any emotions (even supposed emotions), I freak out. Next course of action? I find flaws in him. I find reasons why things won’t work. I find excuses to walk away. I look for anything that will give me a reason to run away. I just need one reason to walk away and I take it and I run with it. I walk away emotionally.
I have liked intelligent strong men. Who knew what they wanted, all along. Who were sure if they wanted to be with me, or not. It was me, who was never sure. It was me being indecisive. It was me, acting out and not wanting things and not appreciating when I had them and then crying when I didn’t have them. It was me driving them to a point where they no longer were sure too.
Unnecessary drama and complication, friends will say. I agree, but at the root, it was fear acting out.
I remember heaving a sigh of relief when a certain relationship ended. And later I sat by the window and cried about it for days. Nay, months. I did the same with the next and okay, I am giving away the count now.
Thing about relationships is that it won’t ever flourish, unless both people are ready to be honest with each other. Unless there’s truth and trust. Unless there’s transparency. I am ashamed to say, I have never been honest, in a way, that I have always kept myself aloof, hidden. I have never been vulnerable. I was too scared to be vulnerable. I don’t think I ever did justice to any of those guys. Cause while they lay there bare, naked emotions and dreams, heart and mind, I heard and looked, but I hid myself cause I was so afraid.
I am not strong (unlike what friends think) or perfect (no one anyway thinks that) or even close to perfect (not even that). I am flawed, blemished and hurt and weak and sappy, extremely silly, confused, and really really scared. And I am a coward (And you’d never know it). Right now, being vulnerable is the hardest thing for me. But I need to be okay with being vulnerable. I need to be okay with being seen as flawed and imperfect. I need to stop being scared and evasive and, unemotional. Really! For the love of God, am I making this into a very trashy melodrama? Oh, who am I fooling! It’s tougher than climbing the everest. Being Vulnerable. Cause I have never done it. Good lord!
But I guess, this is the first step toward me being vulnerable. It begins right here for me. I need to hit that publish button! 😐
Alright, look, I don’t like hogging all the limelight. Let’s hear you talk now, okay starfruit? Humour me.
P.S: I am going to so regret eating grapes tomorrow morning.
P.S.S: Munira, I am so envious of you. You could always so easily be vulnerable.You always stood there fearless with your flaws, joked about them even, and you so easily shared your fears. You could so easily cry about your failures and I wouldn’t shed one tear, lest I be seen weak. You could so easily talk about your shortcomings, about your imperfections, and that endeared you to me, to everyone I know. Even when you were so wrong, you never judged yourself. And I always envied you for that quality of yours. Never lose it.