Just gotta get some crap off my chest… (I mean that in the most abstract sense of course… ick)
I’m homesick. but home will never be the same place whether i go back now or later. home is 3000 miles away.
My roommate is weird. she’s always saying ‘you need to learn to be subtle’ or stuff that I just do not care to hear. If no one else in the group cares, why does she? None of us can joke around without her going “come on children” or something equally annoying. Now she’s complaining because she wants a boyfriend. all the time.
I have two suitemates (share a bathroom). one of them is great, we’re good friends and all… the other one stinks. really. We JUST got her to start using deodorant and soap. she wouldn’t go do laundry either - we finally figured out it was because she’d never done it before, and instead of asking she just let the pile grow HUGE - put wet towels in it too, and reused them. it was nasty. their room just reeks. for the first couple weeks here she followed us EVERYWHERE and was always jumping into conversations with totally irrelevant stuff or asking why or dominating with stories about back home that weren’t funny at all… I feel bad for her, but man, i just couldn’t stand being around her, espeically in groups or small spaces, because of the smell and her stupid questions and this annoying thing where she says “well, noooo, but”… no is five syllables, the eyes do the open-close thing like when someone thinks they’re real cool, the head goes diagonally… she’s like Bob Dole or something with “well ya know…” i don’t know what on earth kind of home she’s had, i know she just lives with her mom and doesn’t know how to clean at all, doesn’t seem to know how to talk to people or be “good” at anything… I feel bad for her but it’s hard to be patient when i get asked dumb questions about her schoolwork when I’m trying to do mine, or when I’m trying to get to know somebody else…
i have an 8am everyday, and it makes me mad because it’s a really cool class, I just have a hard time being engaged when I’m wishing i was still in bed.
The thing here that is bugging me the most that I’m not sure that anyone else will quite understand is some stuff with a friend, let’s call him Tim, one of the only people I already knew (but not that well) when I got down here. I’m definitely attracted to him, but not “interested”, and he’s way too old and going to graduate in December anyway and I don’t think he would ever like me or anything - romance is not an issue here at all, but… I definitely did some things with him that I wish I hadn’t now. The very first day of classes we went to his place (I thought he had a roommate or I probably wouldn’t have gone…). keep in mind I go to a conservative Christian university, and I’m glad I do, but just understand that that right there was already breaking some oft-broken rules, and that as actual sex is not that common around, except in some small groups of people that don’t last long here, things short of that are a big deal. We cuddled and stuff, I thought that he was just the type who was ok with doing that with friends and was happy with that, because it feels wonderful… but well I wasn’t quite as ok once he asked if he could kiss me and said some other things (all this while laying on his bed, entwined)… and I just got a little uncomfortable and we stuck around a few more minutes, didn’t kiss, but we were really close and doing a lot of touching in non-private areas. I felt kinda dumb after I thought about it later just because it seemed like what was I thinking, he was probably lying when he said he’d liked me when we met, just trying to get some NCL (Non-Committed Lip)… (I know that’s not true. He’s not a jerk, just we both made some mistakes) Things were fine the times we hung out after that, never for long and always in public, but it wasn’t really an issue or anything cause nothing really happened… well on Friday in the early evening we started talking in the student center and still a lot of flirting and touching and things but that’s kind of how it’d always been for us and I thought that’s just the way he was with girls, no big. We both had other plans for the night but we both ended up breaking them because we started talking and ended up driving around town… we didn’t want to go to his place again just cause I didn’t think it was a good idea and against the rules, but we did park the car and that was a mistake… I mean it was ok at first but after a while we quit talking and were ONLY cuddling, and exploring, for a long long time, and it just grew… I mean, we never kissed (I’m still a member of Nu Beta Kappa - Never Been Kissed… hehe)… but I don’t know where things would have gone because I only barely had the willpower to pull away when my hand was part of the way down his pants, no more than an inch away from doing I don’t know what… after that we both just kinda were like “oh crap. that went way too far”… but yet we were still cuddling, and I liked it, and it was ok… but then I said “well, this is also what got us where we were five minutes ago…” we made a “no touching” rule between us (hi-fives and side hugs are about the only allowed thing, and a no going to private places alone rule, not because we’re trying to be legalistic but just because I don’t even know what things that happened were ok with me and what weren’t and how to stop at the line if we did settle on one…)… we drove around for a bit talking about it and just about guys and girls and expectations and where everything started going in the wrong direction, whether by parking, or by going to his apartment the first time, or by holding hands and stuff right before then, or even as early as the way we interacted when we first met a couple years ago back in my home… and honestly I still don’t know, I think there were wrong things done at many stages but none that were irreversible… until this very last time, I feel like I can’t go back because now I’ve experienced something and what it was like to not even want to stop and I just don’t think I can ever not remember that or not say “what if” - because part of me wishes that the whole thing had been curbed long before the car incident, and part says “why did you stop? you screwed up enough that a little more wouldn’t have hurt that much…” I guess I’m just feeling guilty, and NOT because of “religion” telling me that what I did was wrong, please don’t think that at all because I LOVE being a Christian and my school and everything even if it’s not always the easiest thing for me to do… I feel guilt more because I broke the standards I set for me personally, not for anyone else… with someone that I don’t even know that well. I just feel a little cheapened, and like it was my fault - because he’s feeling bad about it too, not like it was something he wanted to do and I didn’t, but a mistake we both made in the moment, and now I realize he’s been struggling with physical stuff for a long time because he had a really really different youth than I had and did a lot of things that he’d never do now, but that is one thing he still struggles with wanting and not wanting at the same time… so I just feel like I made it harder for him to stick to his own commitments while breaking my own. so we both just kinda feel like big jerks. He’s moving on a lot better than I am, I can’t stop thinking about it and what it would have been like if we hadn’t stopped then, that sort of thinking, and then guilty thinking about it… and i just don’t know how to be around him in person now. we talked on the phone in the middle of the night last night and that was ok… but being around him and remembering places that I touched and part of me wanting to touch again, and feeling like I can’t touch him at all, even in the ways I normally touch people just because of things he was saying that the way I had been touching and talking with him was definitely sexual even if I didn’t intend it that way, though sometimes I did intend it but not in such a concrete way… yeah, I’m just going to be really conscious of it when I’m close to him now. so yeah, there’s my crappy situation. :smack:
i don’t know why I’m posting this here, other than the fact that I needed to get some of it out (oh yes, there’s more… but that last one is the most pressing at the moment and i’m drained from typing that)… i’m not really expecting a response to that, unless it’s “you whiny person, there are people with way worse than that going on.” I know there are. I’m not saying that I have it the worst (crap, I sure learned that talking even to Bob last night. I wouldn’t want to trade this pain for some of the other much worse stuff he told me!). I just needed to get it out. If you do have anything helpful to offer, great, I’d appreciate it. or any stories of stupid mistakes you made like that, getting over it. or crappy roommate stories. thanks for reading if anyone did.
Apologies for the abhorrent sentence structure. I wasn’t really writing with anyone having to decipher it in mind.
iampunha, Polycarp, if either of you migrates over to the pit and happens to read this… you might be thinking this is the sort of challenge to faith you were referring to in the What you wish you’d known when you went to college thread… well, I would disagreee, because I’m doubting some of my convictions but not my religious ones (well, yes, religious ones, because I made them in part because of my faith… but not religious in the sense of what things I do or don’t believe in, or doubting my salvation or anything of that sort). we can discuss it in another thread or via email if you are still as interested as you were before…
sorry for the horrendous length of this. I do feel better now.