Talk about a surprise that made you happy.
Due to my self-reliant nature, and the fact that I’m constantly disappointed in people in general, I find that I get quite excited and find a lot of happiness in the smallest of surprises.
Talk about a surprise that made you happy.
Due to my self-reliant nature, and the fact that I’m constantly disappointed in people in general, I find that I get quite excited and find a lot of happiness in the smallest of surprises.
We all feel down from time to time. How do you combat the blues? What’s one tip you can share with others that always helps to lift your spirits?
This is kinda tough – I find myself regularly feeling the blues, but I don’t actually talk about it. I know that most people will acknowledge it – call their girlfriends to talk about all their problems; or confront their issues immediately to rectify the situation etc etc. But I tend to do what most people do – eat their feelings.
Now, in saying that, I regularly make a point of telling people that I’m cold and dead on the inside – that I have no feelings… ‘Cold as ice’. But it’s not actually true. I do have feelings – I just don’t necessarily like to show them very often. I’m far too guarded.
Admittedly, I tend to be quite highly-sensitive to things that people do or say. As somebody who was bullied practically every day since I was a kid, and somebody who has been through more than their fair share of emotional shit… yes, I consider myself as being quite damaged from it all, and as a result, I generally tend to internalise everything and keep things to myself. But it has also led me to take more of a stand for those who are just like I was.
When I was younger, I suffered from depression, and that in-turn led to me suffering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I really struggled to get myself out of that funk and find my happy… Things that I enjoyed just seemed to be too much to handle. Even things like seeing my friends was just incredibly uncomfortable, because I always felt like I just shouldn’t be around them – and I felt as though they didn’t really know what to say or how to act around me… which made me not want to socialise with them very much.
As I got older, I began to just focus what little energy I had onto the one thing that truly made me happy – dancing. I’d run myself into the ground, to the point where I’d have to crawl home. I’d be so completely exhausted, but I’d still find comfort in happiness in being able to still dance. It’s always been my one true love in life.
Now that I’m older, I find comfort in happiness in all kinds of different scenarios. Being able to actually have some social time with friends can actually make a huge difference for me, and create a positive shift in my mood. I find that it’s generally the small gestures from others that make the biggest impact for me – I guess because it’s so unexpected, and sometimes quite thoughtful.
I remember last year when I had a surgical procedure, i was off work for 2 weeks whilst I was at home, bed-ridden and bored recovering. A friend of mine sent me a small care-package in the mail, and because I hadn’t actually spoken to her recently, it made it so much more of a surprise. I felt completely elated when I received the parcel in the mail, as I had no idea what was inside.
That was a pivotal point in my life – and ever since, whenever a friend of mine has something getting them down, I’ll do something for them as a nice gesture. For example, the same friend who sent me the care package was, one day, feeling somewhat overwhelmed and upset due to some issues with her husband. She was feeling quite sad and confused, and so out of the blue, I decided to send her some flowers. Just a simple bouquet with a small box of chocolates, and the impact that it made on her life was truly remarkable. Upon receiving the flowers, she called me to thank me, and we ended up speaking for almost two hours – allowing her to talk about everything that was upsetting her and getting her down… and immediately, she felt relieved, and didn’t feel (or sound) as upset as she previously was.
So for those of you reading this, and happen to come across somebody you know who may be feeling a bit down in the dumps – try doing something to surprise them – do something spontaneous either with them or for them. Send them some flowers. Turn up at their house and whisk them away for an adventure somewhere. Get them out of the house, and distract them. Talk to them about what’s troubling them – show them that you care… just do SOMETHING. Even if it goes completely south and turns out to be a terrible idea, you can both at least take comfort in knowing that you tried to do something nice for them.
It’s better to try and fail, than to never try at all.
Tell us about a time when someone had you completely fooled, where the wool was pulled right over your eyes and you got hoodwinked, but good. Was it a humorous experience or one you’d rather forget? What was the outcome?
I’ve spent the last couple of days thinking about this prompt, and I can honestly say, I’ve never experienced anything like this. If anything, I’ve been the one to completely hoodwink my friends, but it’s never happened to me, and that’s probably because my friends know just how much I hate surprises.
The closest thing that I could even come close to, is probably the night that my housemate moved out in the middle of the night without telling anybody.
Yeah, that’s right. She just up and left in the middle of the night, and I didn’t hear a thing.
This was when I was living in Camberwell, and I lived with three girls. The two (closeted) lesbians were back in Bendigo at one of their parents’ houses, and the third girl, K, and I were left at home. She was hardly ever home as it is, as she was always away at her boyfriends place, or out with friends etc.
This one particular weekend, I was put in the incredibly uncomfortable position of having one of my ‘ex’s’ turn up at my place out of the blue, unannounced and uninvited, and he thought that it was totally cool for him to do so.
After completely blowing my lid at how inappropriate and creepy and fucking stalkerish is was for him to be doing this, I took a deep breath and invited him in. We had had our fair share of fights and arguments since we stopped seeing each other… (for a complete history of this dramatic love saga, read THIS and THIS).
So, after he showed up out of the blue and I had had my little freak out, I decided to just roll with the punches and at least be civil and see what he has to say for himself.
Initially, it was quite awkward just being in the same room together, and the conversation was just really awkward and uncomfortable for both of us… we hadn’t seen each other for a long time, but this was the perfect opportunity to address all the issues that he caused, and all the issues that I left behind when I moved away.
Long story short, a couple of hours turned into over night. We watched a couple of movies and ordered pizza, and I made him sleep on the couch in the lounge room. I remember that it was probably about 2 – 3am by the time we went to bed, and I remember the last thing that I did was get my drink bottle out of the fridge, because it was nice and cold.
The next morning when I woke up, I went to go make myself some breakfast. B was still asleep in the lounge room with the doors closed, and I wasn’t going to wake him up. If anything, I just wanted to get him out of the house. So I get up and walk out to the kitchen only to find the fridge is gone. I think the funniest part of that whole moment was me actually stopping briefly to think that maybe the fridge had just been moved, and I’d simply forgotten. I even went out into the laundry and the garage, just to be sure.
Sure enough, it wasn’t there. Then it sank in. OH MY GOD, WE’VE BEEN FUCKING ROBBED!!
Hang on… if that were the case… why would they take the fridge and the microwave? Then I started thinking that this only happened when B turned up… perhaps this has something to do with him… THAT FUCKER!!
I stormed into the lounge room and kicked his legs, waking him up. Then I just started yelling, and accusing him of having some involvement with this… and he had no idea what I was talking about.
I looked around the house and could tell that things were missing, but I just couldn’t put my finger on exactly what those things were. When I walked into K’s room, it hit me like a tonne of bricks.
K had moved out.
Seriously, who the fuck moves out in the middle of the night and doesn’t tell anybody?? I couldn’t understand it. I called her immediately, and it went straight to voicemail. I kept calling her and calling her, and still just got voicemail. I called the other girls in Bendigo and told them the story, and they were just as surprised as I was.
I was completely floored by this situation. How did she move everything out? She must have had helpers! They must have taken everything out the back door of the house so nobody heard anything! I wonder when she packed up her entire bedroom?? This must have taken quite a lot of planning! WHY DIDN’T SHE FUCKING SAY ANYTHING?!?!
Whilst the girls were away, they managed to organise for one of their parents to drive back with them and bring a spare fridge they had in the shed, and let us have it. Whilst they did that, I called K’s parents and told them of the situation. They were just as shocked and surprised as I was, but were also quite furious and disappointed that she had done something like this and not faced it like an adult. Her mum and I had a lovely chat, as I’d met them initially when K first moved in. I then had to approach the awkward conversation of money K owed and outstanding bills, and she was quite okay with it. She said that I just needed to forward her a run down of everything that was owed, and copies of the bills and she’d take care of it, and let me know.
It was rather surprising for her mother to be so cool about it, but I can just imagine on the inside, she must have been completely furious. Once the girls came back from Bedigo, we all tried calling K, and still got nothing until one day we called and her number had become disconnected. We called her parents again and they weren’t even aware of it, and also got quite concerned. A few days later, her mum calls me and said she’d been in touch with K, who had explained the whole situation, and then relayed that conversation to me.
Turns out K had been having issues with the girls, and they’d just been rather mean to her. I was shocked, but truth be told, it didn’t surprise me in the slightest.
Later that day K actually called me and we chatted for a while. She admitted that she felt so terrible for just taking off, but the way things had been between her and the girls, she just simply didn’t want to stay her any longer. After she explained to me some of the stuff they had said and done to her, I personally would probably do the exact same thing if I were in her position. Nobody deserves to be treated like that. She said that she actually really enjoyed hanging out with me, because I was the more ‘normal’ one out of all of us, and I felt the same. K and I got along really well and had a great time together.
It was a shame that it ended the way that it did, and it was the last time that I spoke to her. I always wondered what happened to her, and what she might be doing now. Who knows, one day our paths might cross again??
Ever been dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was it a total surprise, or something you saw coming? Tell us your best worst breakup story. Never been the dumpee, always the dumper? Relate the story of a friend who got unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Change the names to protect the innocent if you must.
It was my 20th birthday, and I got dumped. Happy Birthday To Me, right?
I’d kinda been seeing this guy for a few months already, and the way I saw things, he was my boyfriend, and I was his. I didn’t really know what else to call it… is there such thing as a casual boyfriend?
Anyway, things were going well. It was still kinda new: we were spending our free time together. He was working full time; I was dancing full time; so we’d spend our nights together. It wasn’t every night, because we understood we both needed space and it was too soon to be joined at the hip. It was great spending time together, and being able to just hang out with somebody. It was exciting for me. I was so infatuated with this guy. He was tall, and very ruggedly good looking. He was the kind of guy who I couldn’t believe was actually interested in me, because to me, he was so incredibly hot and could’ve had anybody he wanted. To a point, he actually made me feel somewhat insecure quite regularly in the beginning, because I couldn’t stop second guessing everything he said and did. I felt as though it was some kind of elaborate set up, as though my housemates had put him up to it in order to crush my emotions later down the track.
Anyway, it was my birthday and I got up early to go and spend the day with my best friend. We went out for brunch, and then spent the day shopping. The car broke down later that day in Camberwell, but we still had a great time together. We then had plans to meet up later that night and go clubbing with a small group of friends.
I got home later that afternoon, and had planned on having a small nap before I had to get up, eat, and get ready.
It was about six o’clock when there was a knock at the door. It was G. He’d come over on a whim to drop off a small present for me. I, however, had already told him that I would just catch up with him tomorrow, because I had a busy day today, and wouldn’t have time to see him because he was also quite busy. But he stopped by anyway.
My housemate let him in, and he crept over to the bed where I was asleep. I had woken up when he knocked on the door, but then just as quickly fell asleep, but I woke again when I heard my bedroom door creek. I had just assumed it was one of my housemates putting something in my room… so I felt quite startled when I felt G lay down next to me and start whispering in my ear.
You know that moment when you’re really sleepy and somebody quietly wakes you up, and you have these whisper-conversations amongst you yawning and stretching and being half-asleep?? Well it was like that for a bit, but it felt really nice. It was a wonderful surprise to be asleep on my birthday and have my boyfriend show up unexpectedly. He was stroking my (wild and out of control) hair and whispered ‘Happy Birthday kid’ into my ear. I rolled over and kissed him hello…
…and then we ended up making out for an hour.
When we finally were able to catch our breaths, I explained how wonderful it was that he came to visit, and he said that he couldn’t let my birthday go past without actually seeing me.
He handed me a small gift. I can’t actually recall what that gift was. He’d been asking me for a week or so prior what I wanted to get for my birthday. I was humble enough to say I didn’t want him to get me anything, but when he kept pressing the issue, I gave him a couple of different ideas, in different price points. I didn’t really know where we stood on the relationship / present scale, so I gave him some options to try and gauge where he was at.
I just remember opening my gift and feeling quite disappointed in what he had gotten me. I didn’t dare show this expression, instead telling him how perfect it was and how it’ll always make me think of him. In my head, however, I was screaming in anger at how stupid he was for not getting me anything that I ACTUALLY wanted. What’s the point in asking me, and then me giving you a variety of possibilities, if you’re not actually going to use it?
So after all that, he says that he want’s to talk to me about something. I was thinking that he was going to tell me that my real present was actually a romantic weekend away together. Or maybe he was going to tell me that he was actually going to come to a gay club tonight (for the very first time) and get over his anxiety about it so he could celebrate my birthday with me. Or maybe he was going to invite me over to his place for a change and cook me dinner or some kind of wonderful, romantic gesture.
That wasn’t however what came out of his mouth.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t do this right now. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.’
I couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth. I actually thought he was joking.
He wasn’t joking.
He then sat there and explained to me that he was feeling a bit confused, and was feeling a bit pressured into something that he wasn’t ready for. That something was called ‘a relationship’. He wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with me.
My heart jumped into my throat, and suddenly everything around me froze in time. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I didn’t understand. Only 2.5 weeks prior we had been truly intimate for the very first time. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, but I lost my virginity to this guy. I thought that he was the one… but in saying that, I was just shy of being twenty. I also thought my tight cotton-lycra dance pants were the most awesome thing ever.
So then all of a sudden, ten thousand questions start flooding my brain, and I stopped hearing the words coming out of his mouth. It was like all the sound disappeared, because all I could hear was my inner voice going mental with a constant stream of questions and self doubt.
Oh my god, what’s happening? How could he say that? What’s wrong with me? I knew it was too good to be true! Maybe this was the plan? I bet the girls (my housemates) put him up to this on purpose, just to do this and hurt me on my birthday. I though things were going well! I thought he liked me. Why doesn’t he like me? I waited so long before we had sex, and I explained that and he said he was cool with it! Maybe he wasn’t okay with it. Maybe he was just too frustrated. But I’ve been sleeping with him. And the sex is phenomenal. Maybe he doesn’t like it? Fuck, has he been lying to me? Oh my god, I can’t believe that he’s been lying to me this whole time. How could I have been so stupid?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!??
So then my inner dialogue exploded into outer dialogue and all these questions were being thrown at G like a constant barrage of ninja stars.
He said that he really likes me. He agreed that he’d never felt like this with anybody – never felt such an indescribable connection with another guy, but I knew that was just some bullshit line people give each other when they don’t want to speak the truth. He said that he’s cried more with me, than he has in the last few years, because he feels that comfortable with him. He told me that he was just too scared to be in a relationship because he’s too scared to give himself over completely. The thought of it terrified him.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
So I began to question him and everything he said. He was stating the facts and how it made him feel, and I wanted to believe him, but nobody does a complete 180 like that without a good enough reason.
Question after question and question.
Then he said it. The REAL reason behind all his bullshit.
He. Still. Had. A. Boyfriend.
Yep. A FUCKING BOYFRIEND!! I couldn’t believe it. How could I have been so STUPID!! But then it made sense… of course it was all too good to be true. As if anybody that hot would ever remotely be interested in me, let alone give me the time of day. I had felt that it was too good to be true, and now I knew for certain.
I grabbed the present and threw it at him, and told him to get the fuck out of my house.
He countered by crying.
‘No. No, no, no, no, no. Sorry. You don’t get to stand there and cry, when you’re the one breaking up with me, on my BIRTHDAY… BECAUSE YOU HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND!! You don’t get to be upset. You just get to be a fucking arsehole. Get the fuck out of my house. I’m done with you. Just delete my number. I want nothing to do with you.’
He continued his weird man-crying and fell against a wall asking me if I was okay.
No, I was just in a pure rage.
How the fuck could you do this? Of all the days, you had to pick my birthday. Seriously.. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!?!?
I stood there trying so hard not to cry, but it didn’t last. The sadness was quickly replaced with sheer rage, and I went crazy at him. How dare you stand there and tell me you’re not ready for a relationship…. oh that’s right, BECAUSE YOU’RE ALREADY IN ONE… oh, what’s this, OH, BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN WITH THIS GUY FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS ALREADY… I’m not asking you to leave you boyfriend, I just wish I had’ve known about it before I fell in love with you and wanted you to be my knight in shining armour; my prince charming.
I finally kicked him out and watched him go sit in his car and cry into his steering wheel before returning inside and looking for my phone. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I needed to talk it through with somebody, so I went to call D.
I picked up my phone and saw a stack of missed calls and messages, and started going through them one-by-one. Each one of them was one of my so-called ‘friends’ telling me they suddenly weren’t coming tonight to celebrate my birthday because they conveniently had something else on, or they had suddenly come down with some kind of illness.
What better way to fill that giant hole in my chest that G just cut out with a giant rusty knife, than with some super excruciating bullshit which burnt like lemon juice.
I then got a call from two of my friends who were already on their way in from Geelong. They were about 20mins away from my place, and told me to get my arse into gear. I quickly showered and got myself dressed, and then started received a stream of text messages from G. He’d obviously realised how much of a cunt he had just been to dump me on my birthday, and tell me he’s not able to be in a relationship, because he’s already in one. Perhaps the worst possible timing ever!!
The boys turned up, and I ended up asking them to come inside and we started talking. I ended up confessing to them that I’d been seeing G. See, I hadn’t told anybody about G. It was a secret for me. A couple of my friends thought that I might be seeing somebody, because I was never around to hang out with them, but I never admitted anything to anybody… except now.
So, almost three hours later, it was approaching midnight, and we were well and truly fashionably late, so we picked ourselves off and headed off to the club. The cherry on top was having more people cancel on me and then the boys leaving after only an hour and a half. I distinctly recall it being 2am, and I was all by myself. I was sitting on a couch upstairs at this club replaying the entire day back in my head, piece by piece, and realising how much of an epic clusterfuck the entire day was. I was more surprised that I wasn’t at home in bed having some kind of emotional breakdown.
Instead, I just needed to dance. And I did. And boy did I dance. I decided that for the rest of the night, I wasn’t going to allow myself to have any more inhibitions, and I just let loose. I remember catching a tram home around 6:30 – 7am as the sun was rising, and feeling as though I had just had the best night out ever. And it was all on my own.
However, all night I was still getting messages from G. I told him to fuck off and stop messaging me with his messages of self-regret. He made a choice, he has to live with it. It doesn’t mean he gets to message me constantly and still try to make me feel better by telling me how much he loves being with me. Sorry, I’m not having that shit.
UGH. I can’t believe that I lost my virginity to somebody who turned out to be such a cunt.
I felt so stupid for falling for him so quickly. I can’t believe that I had been such a dickhead. How could I have been so gullible. I always thought I was so smart with this kind of stuff, and yet I turned out to be so dumb.
I don’t think I was ever the same after that. It really changed me and my outlook on relationships. After that, I never wanted to be in a relationship. I wanted to only ever have casual flings with guys, because I never wanted to allow myself to get that close to anybody ever again. If I don’t allow myself to get close, then I won’t end up getting hurt if things don’t work out.
Turns out it just fucked with my head more than I had anticipated, and was the beginning of perhaps one of the most destructive relationships I’ve ever had. More of my fucked-up relationship with G can be found here. There are so many of these kind of scenarios that I had with G, I knew that it was wrong from the beginning, but I just couldn’t bear to completely cut him out of my life. It became such an on-again, off-again type of relationship that actually did far more harm and far more damage than good.
I’ll never be the same after that relationship, and not in a good sense.
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