I was watching a youtube video of people taste testing weird chapstick and someone said “could go without” in a sentence and it somehow triggered a few voices saying those words. Then I remembered whose voices they were. Staying up for almost 48 hours does weird things.
I should probably slow down (seemingly always) and start from the beginning (despite there being no real beginning to this). I’ve been thinking a lot about tattoos, a died friend, and my future or seemingly lack thereof. Who knows what I’ll get through here.
My skin is breaking out and I think its because of anxiety because of PhD acceptances looming. Acceptances are what matter because acceptances come first so if I don’t hear anything in the next week or two then I’m in trouble. My skin is getting redder and blotchier. I thought I might be allergic to something but that might not be that far off.
It’s happening again where I get the sudden urge to cry but can’t. It happened tonight and yesterday I think. Yesterday it was hearing Suheir Hammad saying Jabalya. The fourth poem of five she read back to back, each named after a city in Gaza, in 2010 after Operation Cast Lead. She says it as her heartbreaks but she keeps going. The poems named themselves so how could she not keep going, what would name themselves after a place of such violence without needing to.
I’m really bad at sleeping with someone else, literal sleeping. I’ve listened to pretty much the same playlist, with minor changes, for the last five or six years. I have vivid dreams and nightmares. Nightmares where I’ve seen a woman have her head bitten off by a gigantic demon while trying to get food from a storage unit. Nightmares where I’ve been barricaded into a room with giant diseased (but not diseased just dying) dogs and when one breaks through the door (like the Shinning) I take its upper and lower jaw in one hand each and pull them apart until the dog was ripped in half. Nightmares where I am running away through a crowd while everyone else walks to their death at the hands of a humongous monster, I know what’s coming but can’t get anyone to go the other way. The dreams are the opposite, they’re perfect. I have a hard time waking up and leaving them. The playlist keeps these things in check, it also reflects my heart rate and breathing rhythm and gets me asleep. The playlist also has songs that are for people, help me dream about them. When I sleep with someone else I don’t have my playlist, especially if I’m in their bed. I also move a lot before I fall asleep but I also don’t know if I’ll ever be in bed with this person again so why waste it sleeping, there’s something special about laying in bed with someone with the lights off when you’re both awake. It’s like there’s so much potential but then the pressure too.
I was laying in his bed, he was in another room coming back and it was late. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, the whole thing was so unique I had no way of know if I was staying the night. He said it was bed time and started going around the left (or my right) of the bed and I started to get up assuming this was my cue to leave. I don’t remember what he and I said next but he said I could stay the night. I asked if he wanted me to. He said it was my choice, like the possibility of the entire night had been. the light went off before I could even really decide. I got into bed next to him, he was already turned on his side of the right (my left) side of the bed facing right (left). It had been weird, it was intimate but I couldn’t understand what he wanted, he admittedly was a little intoxicated. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, was his position an indicator that he didn’t want anything to do with me? I was to stay on my side and he stayed on his? Or was it him making sure he would be the little spoon. I’m an optimist, an unsure hesitant optimist. I curl up around him, arm over his mid section. I don’t get much of a response. I eventually move where my hand is a few times, unsure if he wants or is comfortable with this. I decide to just ask, almost asking once then going for it. I ask if this is ok, he says yeah and I ask if he’s sure, he holds his yes. I’m still unsure and eventually he turns and lays on his stomach, my arm wrapping around him. I’m unsure if it’s on purpose but either way he gets my arm. He turns in my arm so that it is, for the first time, solidly around him. From there I know (or think I know) that this is good, he wants me there. I had only ever slept over twice before this (twice before with someone I was actually interested in) and neither time had it gone well. I don’t know what I’m doing. The next morning, after maybe an hour sleep total, was no different. I knew he had to leave or be somewhere at 9, didn’t totally remember, but he said he would be up before then anyway because he’s used to getting up for work. I heard him get up, was slightly to out of it to do much other than close my eyes and then open them to see where he’d gone. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, I think I was supposed to know but no clue where I was supposed to have learned this. I eventually just got up and got clothes back on and walked out. He said he was going to let me sleep longer and I said it’s fine (I wasn’t really sleeping anyway). I’d rather be with him than alone in his bed. I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go/be in his apartment. He seemed so put together and his apartment matched, a stark difference from mine. It was lived in. He was going to drop me off at a metro on his way to brunch, he was dressed really well. He asked me if I had a metro card which was odd, who wouldn’t/doesn’t have a metro card. We chatted on the way out and in his car, benign things. I might have been too short and negative, it was early and I hadn’t slept. I’m trying to be less passive though, I overcompensated for how much I am and that didn’t work so new strategy. Boys seem to like my personality with all it’s rough edges. As I was getting out he said something weird and I still don’t get it. He said to text or message (he kind of stumbled over his words) if I needed anything (more stumbling it could have been something else). I was confused because we didn’t get each others number. I had every intention of telling him I wanted to see him again but the morning just happened and he never stopped moving. I could have done it in the car though, I just didn’t take control of what was happening. I was being passive in the fear that’d I’d be too much and screw something up. I screwed it up by trying to not screw it up. I had a minor freakout about not getting his number once I got to the metro station and was out of his car. Texted and messaged a few people. Eventually asked if he wanted to exchange numbers and then got radio silence. I didn’t think it’d be a thing, we follow each other on instagram and he didn’t block me on the other app we’d been talking on. I guess I’ll wait.
The tattoo and the friend who died are related. I know the four tattoos I want but I just can’t decide on the fonts and I’m concerned about finding the right person to do them an do them well. I still haven’t visited his grave but I know what I’ll bring and the conversation I’ll have.
February 8th is the start of the major acceptances for me. NYU, GW, and University of Michigan are all this week, and by all this week I mean they will be emailing/calling the twelve to fourteen people between them all saying they got accepted. If I don’t get one of those emails or calls I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ve put my eggs in academia’s basket. Eggs being student loans and thousands of dollars in applications. I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen this week, I’ve got good signs but signs usually don’t mean anything. It’s really hard to hear everyone so sure that I will get into a program or even multiple but so far I’ve gotten rejections from/know I didn’t get into four of the eleven I applied to. The three this week are the schools I fit with best so if I don’t get one of those I’m really in for a rough few months. I’m just praying for that email or phone call.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been awake for (no more than two and a half days with awful micronaps but I honestly don’t know exactly but it’s been a wild weekend and I’ve still got tomorrow. Though for tomorrow I’ve got lots to get done. It’s a huge week.