To Want or Be Wanted…

whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…

They say that hope is sweeter than possession. Obviously whoever said that must either enjoy the sensation of pain or they have never really possessed anything worth holding on to. Now I don’t know about you, but if I had the choice of either hoping for a pair of Jimmy Choos or possessing a pair of Jimmy Choos well… do I even have to answer that? So why is it when it comes to love, do I and many other women out there keep falling for the men we simply cannot have? And I’m not talking about celebrities here; I’m talking about real people; tangible, palpable people that you interact with on a daily, weekly or monthly basis. Oh sure, you say you’re just friends but really… one of you or sometimes even both of you feel that extra little bit. And it’s funny how that extra little bit can make things a whole lot more… complicated, that is.

Being on both sides of this predicament is a challenge, but not to up-play la douleur exquise, it’s a hell of a lot harder being the want-er rather than the wanted. I know this because I’ve been both and while being the wanted is a great ego boost, it’s not without its moments of awkward and feeling like an unintentional tease which is without a doubt the worst kind of tease there is. Either way, knowing that you are wanted is a power-trip as supposed to being the want-er where every moment spent talking to that person, being in that persons presence, feeling those feelings that you just can’t help in the ends up making you feel pretty powerless. Right now I’m in the unique situation that I’ve found myself being both the want-er and the wanted. And I’ll tell you right now; it sucks.

One of my ex’s, let’s call him “Vegas”, has decided recently that he made a mistake when he broke things off… 2 years ago. He’s come up with excuse after excuse about ending our relationship, and although I must admit I was heartbroken, it is also in the past. I picked up and moved on… apparently Vegas didn’t get that memo. I stay in touch with him for old times sake, but I can’t see myself with him again. I love him, but that kind of love is behind me and I have nowhere to go but forward. Vegas… well, despite attending a top-rated post-secondary institute in a challenging yet very rewarding program, cannot look to the future without being reminded of his past. Now, this is all very sad, but I am of the belief that both of us should not be made to suffer for his decision. The phone calls, the concerned looked, the drinks and conversations are all well and nice, but nothing is going to happen. In this case I am not the one that got away; I am the one he let go, therefore only he should live with that.

I don’t mean to be an agace. I returned emails and phone calls out of politeness but more so curiosity. I have to admit it is always vindicating when an ex comes crawling back professing their stupidity and regret, but after a while the “I told you so” high fades and reality begins to sink in: that while this person may have toyed and crushed your emotions, that doesn’t give you the right to toy with theirs. Unless they deserve it, but most of the time they don’t. So how do you stop being wanted? You don’t, that is not in your control. As it turns out, it’s the want-er who has the power in this relationship.

Not to say that being the want-er is easier. Absolutely not. It is an exquisite pain, seemingly by choice to the outside viewer but really, internally, if I could stop wanting and re-gain my emotional posture, believe me I would, and sometimes I do. Sometimes everything is just fine and your relationship is neutral in a sense that it is so good it’s bad. But then that person goes and does something that pulls at your heartstrings, or stirs up the feelings that just won’t stay suppressed that I and many other of my girlfriends find ourselves tripping head over feet and landing smack on our ass.

There is this guy who is currently ma douleur exquise… let’s call him “Paris”, and has been for a long time. Our relationship didn’t start that way; in fact it never does, but as hard as I tried I simply could not resist. It started out with the little things. A look here, a joke there… There was always something about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, and once circumstances changed it grew to a conversation here, a similarity there… and then it got even deeper. I’ve known Paris for a while now, and I don’t know what it is about him, but he can literally see right through me. Unless I am actually clear as glass, to which then I reply “oh” but… he can. And it’s scary; normally I have to be poked and prodded and BEGGED to talk and give information and whatnot to people I don’t really know but with him… I literally have to hold my tongue and not talk to him on the phone because I feel as if I could talk to him forever… and I haven’t felt like this about someone in a really long time.

But just like Paris, France; he’s not exactly here and I am not exactly there. The worst thing is he straight up told me that if things were different then… well things would be different. The problem is, this happened a while ago. Like a WHILE ago, and I had thought I had moved on.

I mean, it was awkward as hell at first, but I refused to let it affect what was going on, despite everything. I guess it would have helped if he had been an asshole instead of being… himself. But eventually, or so I had believed, I got over it. Hell, I even started seeing other people and yet here I am, trying to run away from someone I’d much rather be as close to as possible and in every possible way.

It’s funny how certain people can rope you back in just as you’re about to escape. Now I’m not saying that I’d prefer being trapped, oh hell no. It’s just… in this case I can’t be let go, even when I want to. I know for a fact that he isn’t the one; I need someone more my style and someone who will fit into my life rather than become it, or worse even make me change my life to become theirs; but I feel he is one. And I, as I’m sure almost everyone else, don’t like knowing that something I want is something I can’t have.. let alone having it in front of my face. My rational mind keeps telling me that it is for the best but seriously… it sucks.

So to answer the question, is it better to want or be wanted? No… they both suck.

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~ by Carrie on June 30, 2006.

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