Nebraska,
Waiting for you has always made me sad. Maybe that is unfair… as waiting period is
something that is difficult to tolerate.
When you are a child and you have to wait until Christmas for the
possibility that you receive the most excellent blasto-rocket car, or for older
tweens, the latest Nano music device that can post on every social website simultaneously
about the delicious Mocha Frappe you just had with Seraphina and the gang, waiting
can be extremely difficult.
I don’t doubt that you have very good reasons for your
delaying the next step in our relationship, and from what you have told me you
do have a very full schedule. From
dealing with the pressure of work, to helping your family manage their own
personal growth and activities, you have had your hands full. But with all those changes that you are
managing, there is still one thing that remains the same—when it comes to our
relationship, it is always going among the least in your life.
That is how it has been for most of the time that I have
known you. From the silly, playful and
maybe a bit still immature NT (neuro-typical,
pre-diagnosis) Mark that you knew from the early part of the previous
decade, to the disenchanted and frustrated Mark that you were reacquainted with
near the end of 2007, I never seem to merit what I call “a top three” place in
your life, where I at least got to stand on the same podium of the other things
that you value or place great sentiment on.
While I was not dissuaded in my pursuit of you because of my standing in
your life (if I were, then I would have let go of the
thought of you shortly after we met online), I have not been ignorant of
it either. Whether it was because you
thought me reckless in the past, talking about moving to fly-over country
because of an old documentary series and legendary football player, or my
romantic overtures and dewy-eyed intentions for our relationship seemed
adolescent to you, I never spent a lot of time trying to pin down your possible
rationale. There were two things that I
did know-Where I wanted to be and who I wanted to be with. Your confirmation that Omaha would be the
kind of place that I would find hospitable to my personality and goals further
solidified the boyhood aspirations that I had of “the Big O”. And in spite of the abrupt detour that I took
in the summer of 2010, I feel that I arrived within the window of time that
suited me best. But it was not the time
that would allow for you and I to grow as friends, and certainly not as a
couple.
You have remarked at how the person that writes in my
blog is not the person that you know, as if there is the kind of disconnect
between the reality and projection of who I am online. I beg to differ, and I think that this is the
crux of our misunderstandings about what we can be to each other, as well as
what was reasonable to expect when I finally arrived in town permanently.
First off, you knew full well what I had wanted from you
when I got here. You knew how I felt
about you and that I had designs on our relationship being my last attempt at
finding love. This was not out of anger
or frustration as I have repeatedly mentioned how I feel that I have had a
great run when it comes to relationships.
Perhaps I was not as good of a partner as I may have needed to be to “close
the deal”, but that is okay, too. See,
it is because I never let go of the taunts and predictions of my adolescence
and used them to build a strategy to not only relationships, but for life, and
kept my self-esteem intact. It has never
bothered me to be the “tall poppy” in the eyes of people, and I was able to
recognize that they would try to cut me down.
Whether it was regarding my chosen path in my life or it was the
complications of the relationship with the people I have met, I have struggled
to never lose “me”.
Secondly, if there was anyone who had created a solid
aggregation of “what it would be like” once I arrived, it was you. The reason that I know it was you is because
I know ME. The kind of whimsy that I run
on takes into account all the doubt and contrarianism of the world, or at least
it does its level best to, and creates expectations once I am engaged in my
plan. So, other than getting along well
enough to be intimate and friends, I had no idea of what things would be
like. If anything, I remember what I
could NOT expect of you.
For instance, when you told me of the various resale
shops around town or places like “the Waiting Room” in Benson, you told me that
you saw ME in them but that you would not be accompanying me on any such
forays. Lately you have taken to a form
of reimagining the conversations we have had and the things you have in the
past indicated that you would/would not do with me. That is okay… I KNOW that were I of the mind
to research the mounds of communication between us that I could find the quotes
and statements, but I would rather you ask yourself what did you think about
those and the other places that you felt I would find interesting around
town. And once you have done that, ask
yourself if you had ever once thought of going there and did you think those
were places that “they” did, or a certain kind of brother or sister did. Then you would pretty much know what kind of statement
you made when you first mentioned them to me.
What you fail to understand about whatever you thought
about me prior to my arrival, whether you thought things were “white” of me (yes, you spoke to me about your brothers… but you have also
spoken to me as though I was an Oreo as well, dismissing whatever “cred” I have
from being raised in “the D”) or just plain nonsense, it did not matter
to me. I thought that my winning
character and determination to be the best person that I can be would
eventually win you over.
I had reason to think that it would be possible. Solving for my relationship with Mookie Dee,
the most recent relationship I was truly “in” was with Tee Jay. The most important aspect of that
oft-mentioned love was that she was a person who came to our relationship with
an eye for “something different”. When I
came along, sure she thought I looked good but it was after getting to know who
I was, that she made her choice. This is
something she was able to do very early as she got to know me because, well, it
is not something that I am consciously doing, this “being different”. But since that is what I have been told, it
was good for us that she wanted something different and I came into her
life. With you, I have no idea of what
you were looking for, not just in me but in a partner. And that brings me to why you feel the “confident
cat” that blogs is not the confident cat that you have met.
The phrase that I have adopted from Nietzsche from his “Formula
For Happiness” had been something that I decided to build my life around after
I lost my Mother. It is not something I
trot out for mere blustering, but it is what it is to me, a “Rule To Live By”. For the things that fall outside of the
purview of “A yes, a no, a straight line, a goal,” are things that I owe no
obligation to for anything. And for much
of the time that I have been in Omaha, our relationship has existed outside of
the confines of where I can be the person that I call, “the man you know and
love”.
From getting together on Saturday mornings when you
could steal away from the never achieved “twice monthly” meets, you do not have
a good track record when it comes to being stable in your commitment to our
relationship. And that, is the defining
characteristic I have of you in my life.
You make my heart swing from one end of the emotional gauge to the
other. There has never been a point
where it has just been running at its optimal level. So if you have not participated in vesting
yourself in our relationship, what obligation do I have to do the same?
A relationship with me is not something that you
actually place enough real value on. I
remember how I felt when you spoke about how you mentioned me to your family
and prepped them on me becoming a part of your life and de facto a part of
theirs. I looked forward to being a part
of your circle of select friends and maybe broadening my own horizons. Perhaps we could have “coupled up” with one
of your friends and go to a cabin or do some white-water somewhere… anything
with anyone, really. From dance lessons
to bike rides, I looked forward to those things and being able to go to your
girls activities and games. But maybe
that is being well too forward of myself.
I know that you are very cautious about your children and maybe that
would have been too much to have expected of what place you had for me in your
life.
You asked me to wait for you have the time to devote
yourself to “me” on a date as friends.
There must be a “perfect” time in your mind where you will have
everything in its right place and you can really be present with me. Meanwhile, the world still spins and day
becomes night. Eleanor Roosevelt said
that “…you must do the thing that you cannot do”, and her full quote is one
that urges to be brave and face our fears, and that by doing so you will gain
so much, much more.
I will never find out what you were afraid of, and that
is the biggest reason that you never got to know me. There is an element of risk in most
everything that a person deems worthwhile and it does not matter what level of
importance they place on a subject, whether it be a pair of new sneakers, the
job offer out-of-state, or whether or not their heart is ready for love. But fear kills more dreams than any other
emotion, and it must be faced if one is to move beyond their doubts and into
their desires.
One day I hope that you find someone to be your partner,
I really do. And maybe one day we will
be able to sit down and have that dinner or go to that movie. But I can’t help but think that of all the
ways that there are to treat a good friend, someone that you value and hold
dear to your heart, that the way you have treated me is not among them.
Take care and be well.
Miss you much!!
Love and Rockets!
Mark
4 comments:
I am in total shock that you posted this. But as with everything else you have posted, this is YOUR journal.
You have a girlfriend and have moved on with your life, or so I thought, yet you keep this "story" about us ticking daily with the emails and the text messages and these feelings that I don't fully understand and now this. I'm at a lost for words. But Mark, instead of making an full "open" reply, because in my opinion, this really is a personal matter, I will at some point address you in person.
Well, THAT ought to stir things up a bit. But, oreo? Really? That so is not you.
And for the record, I have never called you an OREO because in Nebraska, or as I have been called, thought as or as I've always known the term to mean, an oreo is a bi-racial person of black and white mix. I have no clue what it means for people from Detroit.
Sometimes your assumptions are mind blowing.
And no, I won't say anything on your blog when you write about me anymore. But truth be told, my emotions are all over the place that you posted this instead of to me privately.
So yes, it has stirred up things A LOT! Especially since out of respect for you I have to really bite my tongue.
I hope you wrote this out of closure and are moving on friend...
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