one day I’d like to learn to paint pysanky
Carl Kleiner for Ikea.
A Terrible Itch
It’s so easy to get trapped in a downward spiral of obsession and competition with other women. I say other women loosely but I have more specific meanings, like other other women. Women that for some romantic link to someone I am romantically linked to, however loosely. Other goddamn women. I know friends that blame it on the digital times we live in but I disagree. It’s just even easier now. It’s a terrible itch to seek every small detail about your ex’s new woman, or your man’s ex girlfriend- or in the most unlucky instance, a mistress. Nothing good ever comes of this behavior, it only serves to hurt, but it’s that hurt we somehow love.
I’ve even been disappointed, like really disappointed to go snooping and find out there’s no dirt. I can usually find some explanation for most of my neurotic tics, even the sadistic varieties, but this, I don’t really understand. It confounds me because it ammounts to a lot of ill spent time making myself feel bad. Comparing photos of myself to other girls, looking at every little thing, splitting hairs till I’m comparing split hairs. I don’t consider myself particularly vain, but when I get these jealous pangs, it seems I am only concerned about outward appearances.
I know some of my friends suffer this same strange disease- some even going as far as making fake accounts to cyber stalk. I can never fully fess up to it though, it’s just too icky, too dark a portion of my psyche. Some people laugh it off and embrace this weird behavior but I just can’t. For me- it comes from too dark a place: hate. Hate for other girls, other women actually, not girls. Women I would probably embrace and care for if I met them as a friend. And even more- hate for myself, a hate that sometimes gets really strong, to the point I feel it could just take over, given enough fuel.
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