Sarcastic to a fault and an undercover optimist, this is the weird little world that is my life. For some reason and in spite of being really boring, all kinds of wonderful, funny things happen to me. This is my writing experiment. How it’ll turn out or what I’m trying to do, I’ll find out somewhere along the way.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I'm Sorry

I don't mean to be setting up a horribly depressing theme to my blog. I always thought of it as a relatively happy place. I started blogging with the intention of finding the silver lining in every day. I think for the most part, up until this year, I accomplished that. I'm failing miserably right now, I know. I'm just having a really hard time sitting down and thinking of positive things to say.

I only broke down crying seven times today?
I didn't cry for five hours straight?
I managed to laugh a genuine laugh?

Kind of backwards positive events... positive for negatives.

This might sound silly coming from a very mature, intelligent young woman, but losing Meeko, my cat, feels like I'm losing my best friend. And not peacefully or quickly and not with words of goodbye or understanding. I know, he's cat. I know that he wouldn't have spent the rest of my life with me, I just... I don't want to lose him now.

I'm afraid of people. People have hurt me... badly. Meeko's never hurt me. He always greeted me at the door, he sat with me while I wrote, he kept me company when I didn't get invited to go places or when I was too afraid to go places. He sat with me when I read and he always seemed to know when to pop up when I needed comfort. He'd make me laugh and he warmed up my feet. I don't know why but he always curled up near my feet. Most importantly, he let me be vulnerable and soft and I don't get to be like that with people. They always look at me funny or make some comment that makes me uncomfortable. But with Meeko, it was okay. And now I have a hard time looking at him. I'm just waiting for the day I'll come home and he'll be gone. Imagining euthanizing him makes me want to throw up.

I feel lost as it is...

Overly dramatic... maybe. Crazy cat lady... probably. I just don't want to lose my friend. I feel as though the fact that he's a feline is irrelevant.

And now you know where all the negative is coming from. Because I am atrocious at letting go of anything, let alone the very few people/pets/things I love.

I hope you'll all forgive me.

Lauren.

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