Recently a “friend” tweeted:
Please leave me alone.
How many times have I written that letter, prayed that prayer, uttered that mantra beneath my breath, begging for desire to go?
Desire drives me, it is not something I am particularly proud of, mainly because I want to believe that my motivations are less base and far more lofty…the sad truth is that desire IS what motivates and drives me.
Desire to find that one thing that works better than anything else I have tried before. The desire to find someone who is truly compatible with me and my myriad quirks, desire to write the perfect poem, you know, the ONE poem.
Then there is the desire to help others, the desire to infiltrate and fit in where I normally would not, and this never ending desire to eat pepperoni for every meal for the rest of my life.
So, as I meander through this weird thought-trap, I can’t help but wonder, what would happen if desire left me?
Do I want desire to leave me alone? And to my “friend,” (I use quotation marks because we have not formally introduced ourselves) Todd Garlington, I ask you, what would you do if desire left you alone?
For the other woman who sought me out in desperation, in an effort to understand what was happening to her, I am truly sorry.
You and I have spent months, years, trying to figure out our compulsion for the same person only to be left with no answers and our lives wrecked, yours more significantly than my own. I had the luxury of living far enough away.
It didn’t stop me from pining for him, it didn’t stop me from wanting to be at his side, from being willing to take whatever he might dish out. I don’t know what drives us, but I can be certain that you and I were not driven by the same things until we met him.
Take care of yourself, be good to yourself, leave him to the past, it is the only way you will be safe.
We’re all broken, right? In one way or another we have bits that are twisted up like train wrecks that, short of a miraculous ability to undo damage, remains twisted from point of impact; but what makes the difference between revulsion and the desire to help someone or even expressing empathy?
All jokes aside, that man, whose sickness reverberates like a bullet on bone, has cut a swath of destruction through the lives of many people, and yet I feel sad for him. I feel sad that the only way in which he can identify with another is by controlling every aspect of that contact.
Disbelief occupies the space which was once filled with desire, it feels better, more distant and the ache has ceased.
No joke. What do you do when you realize that the person that you pined for turns out to be a potential serial killer? In all seriousness. Every breath becomes a strange reward and reminder that it could have been me, me locked in his house for days on end, me who was forced to wear the clothes I had been given, no choice, no options…me who served as whipping post for his deranged and vicious guilt.
Today I wanted to share a poem with you, but you have vanished…there’s no choice, really, but to wait, to imagine that you will reappear.
The trees, because you cannot see the forest without the trees, sounds cliche doesn't it? The only "bad" thing about a cliche is that such idioms have been over used and their meaning diminished but if we allow ourselves to push past the cliche to see the "truth" of it then maybe we will learn something.
I see the trees, though I know there is a forest, I only need to shift my focus/perspective and I can see the whole. Maybe it's less about either/or and more about both, seeing how one may exist without the other however together they become something wholly different…possibly better.