Skip to content

The Lonely Fog

August 1, 2011

I’ve been lonely lately. I think it’s because I’ve been keeping some secrets. They haven’t been deep, dark secrets and they haven’t been cruel or self-destructive. But, for my own good there were some things that I wasn’t allowed to tell certain people.

A pretty large group of people in fact.

And it twisted me up in ways that I wasn’t prepared for. When I decided to keep this secret it didn’t seem like a big deal. I mean, I could still talk to my family and close friends about this thing. But having something I had to be careful to hold back from a certain group made me oddly withholding of other thoughts and emotions.

And then there was this wall.

Suddenly I stopped telling anyone much of anything. I was terse and short and to-the-point in almost all of my conversations. And, s you may have guessed, that’s just not like me. I couldn’t blog because all I could think about when I sat down in front of the computer was this secret that I couldn’t tell. Well, writing about the secret on my blog would be wildly inappropriate.

Especially since I started learning about some people who read my blog who had never told me about it before. And suddenly I was scared that my secret would get all over town and the group I was hiding from would know.

All of that coupled with the fact that I’ve been working so many hours and been a little cut off socially has had me very lonely. And wanting of a confidant. A partner. A deep, emotional relationship. I wanted someone to come home to who I could bounce all of my ideas and emotions off of. (And, honestly, someone who could rub my shoulders.)

I miss having a best friend and lover all wrapped up into one. Someone who sees the things about me that I miss and gently lets me know what they are. I miss arms and legs and sheets all wrapped together. And the laughs and the sighs and him letting me cry — whomever “he” is.

And it’s been a weight like a fog on my chest in the past few weeks. And I thought it might go away once the secret was out — and now it is — but the fog remains. The heavy wet weight that I breathe out when I’m alone. When I’m lonely. And it makes me want to cry, but I want someone to see me cry.

Just someone in it with me. Someone invested in my life as deeply as his own who will tell me that everything is going to work out. Even though I know it’s going to work out. I know. But I just want him to tell me.

10 Comments leave one →
  1. August 1, 2011 11:42 am

    This posting was pure honesty, and very beautifully, sad.


    • August 1, 2011 11:46 am

      Thank you, Michael. And thank you so much for reading.


    • Deborah the Closet Monster permalink
      August 1, 2011 12:57 pm

      Rather than saying it all anew, I’d just like to second Michael.


  2. August 3, 2011 12:09 am

    Very beautiful… I hope you are feeling better after getting some of this out. I’ve missed you 🙂


    • August 3, 2011 8:40 am

      I’m feeling much better, Catherine. I knew working two jobs would be lonely. I’m just surprised by how much I’m craving romantic male attention specifically. I really thought my friends and family would be enough to help me over this hump. But it’s not quite enough. Just personal observations for everyone. I miss you too. I’ve been reading, I just haven’t had the time and wherewithal to comment as much as before. I’m trying to get back on the wagon though. Sorry to hear about your blog getting scraped. Kind of a compliment though, right?


  3. August 3, 2011 8:56 am

    this is sad crystal i hope you feel better soon


    • August 3, 2011 9:10 am

      Thanks, Tink. I am feeling pretty good. Lonely isn’t really something I think of as needing to be fixed though. It just is.


  4. August 4, 2011 8:51 am

    Because my problem is that I need Jesus…and so does the government. See, it all makes perfect sense. (Please note the intense sarcasm and drips of disdain.)


  5. August 14, 2011 8:15 am

    Why do you “need” Jesus ?


    • August 14, 2011 9:53 am

      You know what Michael, I don’t think I do need Jesus — hence the sarcasm. I had a lot of Jesus for a while and Ithink I got all I could from him — and vice-versa. So we broke up. We’re stillfriends though.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: