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I started college in 2003. It was a brand new, somewhat overwhelming experience for me. It took me a lot longer than most to adjust to being away from home. Truth is, I don't think I ever really adjusted. That's why after my first semester of my second year, I transferred to a college back here in Richmond. But my homesickness wasn't the only reason. It was more than college that changed my life:
I guess I was always a geek, even before we got a computer. We didn't get the internet until 2000 and I had an hour time limit each day. After we got comcast though, I was on a lot more, but still just playing neopets and not really using AIM. I still had some self control. So when I got my own computer with an internet connection in college in the fall of 2003, you'd think I could handle it, but instead I abused it. The internet seems like such a silly, trivial, inconsequential thing, but I didn't realize how dependent I was on it until I got to school and it didn't work for the first few weeks. I was going CRAZY with boredom. I never really had a lot of friends and I'm anti-social so I'm horrible around people. so the internet was a great way to escape reality.
Until the internet BECAME my reality. And my life.
That was the problem, I guess. I developed such a skewed sense of reality because my life revolved around the internet, one AIM chatroom in particular: music0. I didn't invest much time in it at first because I didn't want to get too close to people I could lose. It was the first time though, I had people in my life that I wanted to be around. My life was so boring and cliche though, so I made up lies to make myself more interesting, someone I thought I'd like to be, someone I thought other people would like. I'm not a compulsive liar by any stretch of the imagination, but the internet is a place where you can be whoever you want to be, and no one's the wiser.
I lied about everything: my gender, my age, my location, my college, my birthdate, my religion, my siblings, my parents, my WHOLE LIFE. I had no drama in my life. So I created it. I'm an attention whore. I wanted all the attention from everyone. I didn't care who hated me, they were talking about me. And that's what I wanted. And the lies I told them, they believed. At first I was paranoid, afraid I'd get caught and I thought it'd be easier if I just abandon this phantom persona I'd created and start over as myself but people grew to like me as who they thought I was.
I was drawn to one person in particular: Eric. We had (almost) everything in common, from our love of the same music, to our sarcastic, dry, yet immature sense of humor and the fact that we'd do anything for a laugh, even at the expense of other people.
The following year though, in early March, I told a lie that changed my whole life. I said that I was gay, which is obviously the biggest and worst lie I've ever told. After all the lies I'd already told, I didn't think one more would be a big deal, even on the internet, despite how hopelessly attached I'd become to it and everyone I'd met on it. So Eric "discovered" that he was "bi." Or at least he thought he was. So we began dating via the internet but I had no communication with him or anyone outside of the internet. I couldn't let them find out who I really was. What would I do for fun now? Plus, they were all my friends and I didn't want to lose them. I was past the point of no return.
Eric and I had a much worse relationship than we did friendship, and we threatened to harm ourselves in some way if the other did something we didn't like. It was such an unhealthy relationship and it never should've happened. But he was the first and only person I've ever loved. I'm still in love with him and I think about him every day; some days more than others, some days I dwell and obsess. I dream about him at night, and I stalk him on facebook and myspace. I haven't talked to him in over three years, and we broke up more than five years ago. All because he cheated on me with a girl named Ashley (this is her journal). I know it's ultimately my fault for not being honest from the beginning; we might still be together now, or at least be friends but now we don't talk at all. I don't even think he thinks about me. Maybe if I didn't think about or know him at all, my life would've been better.
The fact that I lied to Eric and everyone else just amplified the drama in my life. Even if he had cheated, I still would've known it's not because of anything I did. At least I would've been honest with myself and everyone else, but I wanted to create a life people would be impressed by. And it ruined mine. The drama consumed me that whole summer, my first one back from college (2004). I found out the day after I came home. That whole summer I felt sick to my stomach, nauseated, shaking, staying up all night, sleeping all day, feeling paranoid, suicidal...the love triangle of lies continued for months, almost a year until Ashley came to visit Eric but she ended up lying to him, too. When she visited him in LA, he saw the truth and finally ended it.
I had enough though; I tried to kill myself by taking 30 of my mom's cancer pills and a few of her imitrex but I involuntarily puked it up and I became shaky and couldn't sleep. The next day, my dad took me to the ER and subsequently, I was escorted on a stretcher in an ambulance to a mental hospital a few miles down the road. I cried a lot and couldn't sleep; I felt so helpless and sick over the situation. But I got to go home a day later because I wrote about my feelings about the situation rationally enough for them to let me go. it was the worst I've ever felt before and I've never felt worse since. But it was the best time of my life; not that my life is worse now by comparison, it's just so boring and uneventful and friendless.
But I need to be honest with myself here; I'm conflicted. I want to go back to when I was 18-19 and do it all over again, just the way it was, because people liked me, I liked me, and I was young. I'm afraid of getting older so if I could just go back to when I was just on the cusp of adulthood yet without any real responsibilities, I'd give anything. I don't want to be young now, necessarily, because I wouldn't be the same person I was then. I don't want to give that part of my life up. But I don't talk to any of those people anymore. They still talk to each other sometimes on facebook or myspace but no one talks to each other every day for hours at a time like we used to.
The other reason I want to go back is so that I COULD start over and do the right thing and be honest from the beginning this time. Maybe these people would still be my friends. Maybe I'd still be with Eric. Maybe they'd be at our wedding. Maybe we'd be friends forever, talk on the phone, see each other on holidays or weekends, or during the summer...but I ruined a really good thing because of just one lie. One lie can fuck up your whole life. And it's just not worth it. I don't think this all would still consume me if I'd only been honest from the start. What's really bothering me is that I never got closure. I never knew how it would really end. I just know I ruined it before it ever began. It never had a chance because of me and my lies. So I guess I need to forgive myself, and also let go of what never was. It's just so hard because it could have been. If only I'd told the truth, I wouldn't be wondering now.
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