Disapointment.

So this week has been a road of recovery to a bit of anger to disappointment. On Tuesday I finally mustered up the energy and I did another overhaul on my room. I cleaned, dusted, organized and gave stuff away. It took about 5 hours and it was completely worth it. After I was done I lit some sage and prayed for new intentions, renewed energy, and the ability to be myself fully and completely. I slept 4 hours that night but woke up with my prayers answered. I feel the urge and need to pray has returned. I'm still behind in school, but my grades are still in the 90s and I've made a cut in the studying I need to do.

Well, I'll cut to the chase. I'm a little depressed. I was supposed to have a date tonight with a guy that I met at Pride.I felt rather slick how it all played out. I had seen him of Facebook through mutual friends. I saw him walking, so I left the church booth and just casually started walking parallel to him. We started talking and ended up trading numbers. I know next to nothing about him, but I can tell he's what I would go for. Cute, facial hair, community involved, and roughly around the same part of my path in life at the moment. It was looking forward to finally getting to know someone new face to face, rather than through text message and then setting a date. He let me know yesterday that he wasn't feeling well and needed to take some time to rest up. So, instead of letting my wacky emotions run a muck I'm taking it as is and leaving the ball in his court. What else can I do, ya know? At least that is what I'm telling myself. Its just disappointing. I even had my outfit picked out.

I'm doing my best to bring it all to God. The disappointment. I keep wanting to tell myself that it just shouldn't feel like a big a deal, that I'm obviously over reacting. But I think it is also a nasty combo of the fact that I've realized that this Sunday will be two years of me being single (only??) and that Josh and Charlie are finally getting married. So does this disappointment trigger other things that might not be resolved or are sensitive? Absolutely. And for that reason I shouldn't let that voice get the better of me. Still, it doesn't make it feel any better. What do I feel? I feel like I've been rejected, which is absolutely ridiculous. But I guess as soon as something makes a  wrong turn in the dating scene that's exactly how I feel. I take it personally. Which in this case there is no reason to. But at the same time I'll also myself to feel what I feel and try to dig around and ask "why?". In fact, the more I write about the better I feel. I guess the only thing left is the "what if". What if he doesn't reschedule? If I never hear back then he wasn't interested in the first place? Or he's just too busy? Those are thoughts I try not to dwell on, they won't do any good. If I never hear back then it might just be a bit awkward if I run into him. Let me put it like this: If this had been last year I would have already been trying for a reschedule. Desperate, right? So I do think that right there shows some growth and maturity on my end. Something to be proud of.

I think in the end it goes back to fear. Fear of what? I'm not sure what I'm afraid of. In this case it feels more than a fear of being alone. Its almost like I've been invalidated. Which, again, of course, is absurd. My first reaction is to take it personally and there is absolutely no reason to. Now the question is is this my heart or my head talking, or are two sides of my head bouncing around? Either way, I know better and at least I know better and I think I'm doing a good job at keeping it all in check.

All I can do is live, and let God in on all of it. I do believe as St, Paul says that our sufferings have been joined with Christ. Somehow in ways that I don't understand, God understands. And I truly believe that.

A recent conversation at church has had me thinking. The text at hand we were discussing was in Jeremiah. We were talking about how blunt the prophet speaks with God, and how conversations between Jews and God tends to be rather frank (in fact, if my memory serves correctly, I heard a sermon over this same text when I was in Canada many moons ago which was geared in this direction). Christians seem to have lost that frankness. From my understanding, the God in Judaism is seen as the God of the good and bad, and Satan's role is significantly different from that of the New Testament. I definitely remember getting the indoctrination when I was a kid that if something bad happened then it was most likely Satan's fault (an idea which I have long abandoned). I was always taught never to be angry with God. I grew up never questioning it like it just wasn't an option in my mental capacity. I can't recall ever wanting to be angry with God. Well, maybe once. Josh. After it ended with Josh, looking back I wanted to be pissed off with God. What was all that for? Was all that extended pain necessary?  It was then that I gave up on what I call "hallmark card" theology. You know, the cliche "everything happens for a reason". I couldn't find a reason for my pain, so I immediately adapted a "shit happens" theology, some things happen for a reason, most things don't, and somethings things that aren't supposed to happen do. I was a victim of the later. Something in the cosmos happened which wasn't supposed to and it happened to me (or so I thought). Looking back, I see the growth and potential which I accomplished. But it doesn't help the fact that I feel like I'm still recovering.

Now, could I go on an anger rant toward God? Yes. But that would not be fair toward God. I'd just be digging around for crappy things that have happened and I'd just let God have it. But, I am becoming aware that it is perfectly okay to tell God "this sucks, do something!" when and if I need to. Ugh. I just hate confrontation. Always have. I hate conflict. God knows. But if I can't tell the one person what exactly is on my heart, then what's the point? Just something to be aware of.