With a heavy heart, I type this blog. During the day, I got to thinking how wonderful it would be to travel the world. I thought of all the people I would meet, all things I could learn, so many experiences good and bad but all worth it. I went on daydreaming about my adventures. Making up scenarios and dialogues in my head. It was all great fun and I was feeling a vibrant joy inside myself that I wish I could feel more often. I was snapped out of my daydream by something silly... well, perhaps it wasn't so silly if it had such a profound effect on me. A friend of mine began talking about a young man she is dating. And how she met another young man which she will begin dating by next week. I smiled at talked with her about her young prospects and together we made up little stories about the adventures she can have in dating. After driving home and laying in bed to think, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Or a little more than lonely. Usually, I'm not one to be open about my own matters of the heart. In all honesty, I rarely speak about it since it makes me feel awkward. I suppose it reminds of me the times (it feels like so many years ago already) when I was in such a state of depression I was, frankly, suicidal. I've always been uncomfortable speaking of my own sadness out of fear of falling back into a dark hole of sadness. It's been such a long time since suicide has crossed my mind and to the best of my knowledge, I will never have to worry about being suicidal again. However, there are times when I find myself frowning and feeling uncomfortable. I quickly shove it to the back of my mind and make myself happy again. And right now, I am just so tired of hiding it all. I feel so lost right now. I can deal with this, I've dealt with worse before. But it makes me even sadder to think that I can't even open up to those around me. Two close friends of mine actually brought it up in conversation. They said they worried because I never talk about what bothers me when occasionally, they can see that I am quite bothered. I never know how to answer. Right now I wish I could run outside of this house and stand in the middle of the street and just begin screaming until my throat is raw, red and bloody.
I hope that whomever comes across this blog is now feeling depressed on my account. I apologize if I make anybody feel uneasy or if this reminds them of their own experiences they wish to forget about.
I've grown so used to being cheerful and positive it's hard to come to terms with this part of myself... who actually in the past was the part of myself everybody was familiar with. Nobody knew of my sunny side. Now the roles are reversed.
I must do to remember that everyone is neither this nor that. I can't simply just be an individual with a happy disposition or a sad disposition. A human is like a diamond: with many facets. Depending on which way you turn the diamond, different facets are reflected in the light by which we see.
I hope this mood doesn't last. I would like to wake up at my usual time and feel not this dolefulness, but a sense of pride that I was able to get through it alone.
But do I always have to get through this alone? Perhaps I should try opening up to my comrades more often. It would help tighten the bond of our little coterie.
Perhaps... what I wish for is a companionship beyond friendship. To have a Someone to share a warm embrace with on a lonely night, to share a kiss in every kind of weather (literally and figuratively). Perhaps that person will appear when least expected. I guess I'm hoping for someone to break my heart. Or mend it. I feel silly speaking of these things and I wish I didn't because it's a perfectly natural human response. I must remember that I am only human.
I'm going to stop this blog now and contemplate on the Diamond Facet Theory (I just made that name up right now by the way) and respond to blogs and comments. I've spent 30 minutes on this blog.



