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Life has many ways of testing a person’s will - Paulo Coelho.

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Alan Rickman advises tumblr.

Alan Rickman <3

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blua:

I will zap the bad things

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[Picture: Background — a six piece pie style colour split, alternating black and grey. Foreground — a picture of an armadillo. Top text: “ [TEACHER SAYS NO SENTENCE FRAGMENTS] ” Bottom text: “ [OVER MY DEAD BODY] ”]

Each time something like this happens to me I can’t help but to sit down and take a good long hard look at myself—my beliefs, values, what could possibly be wrong with me that every guy that I have ever been interested in (with the exception of one) finds something about me that will indefinitely place me in the friend zone forever… Yes, I will admit, I can be a tad bit insecure, I worry too much, I have very strong beliefs that will probably never change—but hey, everyone has their flaws. Sometimes I just feel like I have more than others. Or maybe the problem isn’t me, maybe it’s just that I am attracted to all the wrong guys ( I suppose that would still make the problem me then, wouldn’t it?). 

This is not a post in order for me to feel all down about myself, I promise. I’m just trying to figure something out. I can count about eight times now that guys have told me that I’m a great friend and it should stay that way—granted this time around was probably the nicest way in which I was told so, which I greatly appreciate (seeing as how this is the one and only time that I have been rejected that I didn’t run home and burst into tears). I feel like I should require every guy that has ever rejected me to write a list as to why that was. What am I doing wrong? Are these things I can change or do you just find me really unattractive? Maybe I should develop a questionnaire just for this purpose—it would probably help me out in the long run (not that I am ready to jump on board the “I’m going to change myself to suit the needs of others” bandwagon or anything). 

The saddest part of when things like this happen to me is that every, for at least a week or two, my mind doesn’t process the information it just received and it somehow things that there is hope for that information to be false—I’m really trying not to do that this time. I also find myself ready to put distance between me who ever I confessed feelings for. I guess I do this primarily because I feel embarrassed that they know how I feel and that they must know that I still feel that way because feelings just don’t change over night. It’s like I exposed a small portion of my heart and I feel completely vulnerable (it’s like the worst feeling in the world, feeling vulnerable).  The is a good part to this though—every time this happens I find myself more focused because I squeeze every tiny bit of that fuzzy love feeling out of my head. I work harder, I feel more driven, and for some reason I become more creative but in a different sense. 

Another positive I suppose—when things like this happen, I find out who really wants to be friends with me. A lot of the guys that I confess my feelings for just get weirded out and dismiss their “friendships” with me instead of nicely letting me down and strengthening our friendship. I can only thing of one guy (my ex-boyfriend) that the latter happened with. Granted it was an entirely different situation—we broke up, didn’t speak for a very long time, and now we are good friends again. 

The best thing that I can do for myself right now is to forget all of this stuff. This is why I am writing here—some how Tumblr as become my very own occasional mini diary. Now I won’t, or at least I shouldn’t, feel the need to talk about it out loud. I can focus on throwing myself into work for the next two months before I leave for Buffalo, erase all those silly notions of love from my head, and carry on. I know that I am the best person that I can be and I am on a constant journey to make myself stronger, wiser, etc. everyday. Graduate school, living in the city of Buffalo, finally being on my own— I’m finally going to break free. And sure it’s going to hurt a bit. Like John Green says, “It’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt because it matters.” And here is where I end my rambling and put this issue to rest. 

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