No Problem there? No Problem, we'll make one
A page in the diary "Good mourning!"
Written by Luise 4. Dec 2007 10:32 AM
Hi diary and everybody,
can anybody kick my arse please?
I should be really happy with the perspective of my new job, but instead I feel guilty. I am afraid of telling anyone of my friends and I have a really bad conscience about abandoning them. I leave my friends and family alone, I am so egoistic to go my own way, to do something that will make me really happy – regardless of the consequences. I can't even feel the happiness. This is so stupid. I don't believe that people are truly happy for me. I just expect that they are jealous and mad at me like my friend Monika who still doesn't speak with me. It still hurts a lot that she retreated from our friendship, but I will not talk her into coming back if she chose not to.
Well, let's look at it:
I know that my good old love affair Bernard from France is truly happy for me, just because he loves me and wants to see me happy. Plus that Spain is closer to France and he hopes to see me more often.
Anybody else? I am sure that my friend Julia is surprised and happy, as she has lived in spain some time ago and knows about the joy of living in spain.
I think that everyone who really knows how much I've suffered during last year, everyone who knows my canadian boyfriend and how much hope I've lost with him, all these people will probably be happy for me – especially my friend Susan in Alaska.
The parents of Canada will be happy – they were excited about my job interview. They want me to find new happiness.
But there are so many who try to hide their sadness about me going away. I was a good friend. This should lift my mood, as it shows their love, but it only makes me feel sad and guilty.
But I need to go.
I need this change so badly. The only excuse I have is that it is better for all of us when I'm far away, but happy, instead of being close, but depressed. And anyway, they all went their own ways and I have felt abandoned many times. The friend who married, the friend who has a baby now, the friend who wants to have a baby soon. They all have their own lives.
Why do I feel guilty?
Kick my arse friends. Give me a slap in the face. Please. Help me to wake up. I feel really stupid, but I am really sad.
Love,
Luise.
PS: Just a thought...I'm wondering if I have unlearned to be happy for myself. I have spent much time with people who were unable to be glad. It seemed almost indecent to be happy. Like for example, long time ago I had a boyfriend who didn't like christmas and birthdays. But I do like christmas – why should I not like presents and good food and candles and the wonderful special smell of christmas?
Or my canadian – I was in Canada and for me everything was exciting and new and great, but he just closed the curtains and said: There's nothing to look at. It's all boring. For what reason ever should I drive to Montreal and have a coffee and a piece of cake? Why for god's sake would anybody do that???
I used to be like a child, easy to amaze and easy to delight. I always found something in life that is worth to be happy about. Now it seems to be hot not to be too happy. Life is hard, isn't it? Wouldn't it be immodest to admit that I find life pretty comfortable and fun?
Time for some practice. I want my childish happy nature back.