Best friends and Girlfriends
I have spent a life in search of a best friend and a girlfriend. They are destined to be my soul mates. All other friendships will be mere acquaintances in relation to these magical unions. Each person I meet is a prospective candidate. From the moment I shake your hand I am evaluating your potential as my best friend or girlfriend. Every second of my life that I do not have these two people is spent in miserable envy of those around me that do.
If I do not have someone to call my girlfriend I despise the couple holding hands on the park bench. I loath the couple that laughs together at the dinner table near me. They are stark reminders of my insufferable loneliness. So I evaluate every woman I meet. I need a companion to laugh with me at dinner and hold my hand on the park bench. Eventually I will find a woman willing to take a run at this thing with me. So we date each other and I laugh at dinner and I hold her hand on the park bench, but I am no closer to happy. I do not know what I am doing wrong. Now I envy the couple over there. They are so much happier together than we are. Look how those two are acting toward one another. Look how much more compatible that pair is. See how affectionate she is. See how laid back he is.
So now I start evaluating the problems with myself and our relationship. I force the activities that I observe around me. I mimic what happy people do and yet I am not happy. The relationship strains and finally it snaps. And I am off again to find another girlfriend. It sounds crazy, but I took this so far as to marry a girlfriend to become happy. That has snapped too and I still do not know what I am doing wrong.
I can play the same game with men, but now they need to be my best friend. I am so hung up about that label. I do not know what an adult best friend is supposed to do, much less how to be one myself. But I want one none the less and as soon as I have one it is the compastion game all over again. I had a very good friend before I was married and I drove myself into fits of jealousy when he would refer to someone else as a best friend. I doubt he ever knew, but everything he did was under close observation for its conformance to the best friend standard. If he fell short on any given day I felt crushed and lonely.
It is very important to find these two extraordinary people because they are the only two people I need close to me. Once I have them, everyone else can remain on the acquaintance level. There will be no need to invite more people in because these two will satisfy my every need, and I theirs. My best friend need have no other friends because he has me. My wife does not need anything other that her own best friend. Of course the crme de la crme of relationships is the girlfriend that is also a best friend. Now it can be us against the world. We do not need to pursue other close friends, only casual acquaintances to work or play with.
Sound a little possessive? Maybe. But this is how I live. Whether it came from abuse or enabled it does not matter to me. It is a pattern that I acknowledge and would like to do something about. I dont imagine it will change very quickly, but even Rome was built brick by brick. Sadly, acknowledgment does so little to influence this pattern.
If I do not have someone to call my girlfriend I despise the couple holding hands on the park bench. I loath the couple that laughs together at the dinner table near me. They are stark reminders of my insufferable loneliness. So I evaluate every woman I meet. I need a companion to laugh with me at dinner and hold my hand on the park bench. Eventually I will find a woman willing to take a run at this thing with me. So we date each other and I laugh at dinner and I hold her hand on the park bench, but I am no closer to happy. I do not know what I am doing wrong. Now I envy the couple over there. They are so much happier together than we are. Look how those two are acting toward one another. Look how much more compatible that pair is. See how affectionate she is. See how laid back he is.
So now I start evaluating the problems with myself and our relationship. I force the activities that I observe around me. I mimic what happy people do and yet I am not happy. The relationship strains and finally it snaps. And I am off again to find another girlfriend. It sounds crazy, but I took this so far as to marry a girlfriend to become happy. That has snapped too and I still do not know what I am doing wrong.
I can play the same game with men, but now they need to be my best friend. I am so hung up about that label. I do not know what an adult best friend is supposed to do, much less how to be one myself. But I want one none the less and as soon as I have one it is the compastion game all over again. I had a very good friend before I was married and I drove myself into fits of jealousy when he would refer to someone else as a best friend. I doubt he ever knew, but everything he did was under close observation for its conformance to the best friend standard. If he fell short on any given day I felt crushed and lonely.
It is very important to find these two extraordinary people because they are the only two people I need close to me. Once I have them, everyone else can remain on the acquaintance level. There will be no need to invite more people in because these two will satisfy my every need, and I theirs. My best friend need have no other friends because he has me. My wife does not need anything other that her own best friend. Of course the crme de la crme of relationships is the girlfriend that is also a best friend. Now it can be us against the world. We do not need to pursue other close friends, only casual acquaintances to work or play with.
Sound a little possessive? Maybe. But this is how I live. Whether it came from abuse or enabled it does not matter to me. It is a pattern that I acknowledge and would like to do something about. I dont imagine it will change very quickly, but even Rome was built brick by brick. Sadly, acknowledgment does so little to influence this pattern.