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Hi! Sooo I feel like this problem I'm having can't really be confided with friends because being gay is totally a factor I'm sure. So I confide in JUB Relationship subforum! =]
Well let's start off with some good times. I'm best friends with my roommate and apartmentmate. We're a close trio package and known each other for 2 years now since the start of college when we were in the same suite (pretty much besties from the very 1st week). This spring I watched Milk with my roommate. Milk, the urge to yell it out, the sense that the roommate had the right to know (still roommates for next year!), and being the most comfortable I've ever been when with these two, I finally came out to them, one at a time. I was so scared. I even bribed them right before the reveal. Gave the aptmate loads of Clifbars and the roommate loads of chocolate (He effing loves chocolate, like a horse and sugar). The relief was heavenly when I told them, and when they said they were perfectly fine with it made be feel even better. Now we're comfortable with my homo-ness, we can just talk and joke abt it now. And I feel really good that the roommate doesn't think I'm some demented pervert.
Well, anyways, that was the good stuff. But there's always some shit afterwards. Involves my apartment mate, whom should just be aptly named Sam (fake). Sam is my very best friend. We connect on a deeper and closer level than anyone else I've known. We talk and joke abt stuff that is taboo with anyone else (not just abt gay stuff). I'm comfortable discussing everything and anything with him. In public, it woulda been called a bromance at its finest, and we have had a lot of great memories and moments (platonically).
Sam was some kind of shy in high school, or atleast he didn't live the crazy teen life that I did during hs. (Partying, drinking, having lots of friends?..) I've always been outgoing and in college it was always me showing him the ropes on that super fun stuff and such. I remember talking to him abt friendships - and he said he wasn't satisfied with how many he had. Me, I found the best 2 friends I'd ever want and was perfectly happy to where I was on the level of how many friends and ppl I knew. So I am downtrodden (read: heartbroken) now that he is taking initiatives to become closer with other people.
We agreed that he'd get drunk his first time with me by his side, but this summer he instead went ahead and got blasted with his roommate (who he doesn't even like!) and a bunch of people he didn't know. I don't know how to describe my reaction to this. I'm a really jealous person (genes, I blame) and so I'll say I was jealous and hurt. Incredibly, incredibly hurt. It's just one of those experiences I wanted with him (no, didn't want to seduce him when drunk), because my 1st time was the best fun ever. I just wanted to give him that experience with me at his side.
And so the confusion starts for me. He's my best friend. We have a bromance. I'm gay. I wish it was platonic, but over the 2 years I've just gotten closer and closer to him. On some nights I ask the question: "Wait, in the beginning I never had feelings for him, WHAT THE HELL happened??" And I think these wishes are just making me even more jealous that he'd rather hang with other people now.
I tried to confront him on the drinking thing, but he really hates discussing these things with feelings and what was done wrong. He said "I had issues." WHICH I did admit that I got some of that genetic jealousy shit in me. I just wish he'd help me through the jealousy instead of just sitting there watching TV and shrugging when I confront him. All our fights basically become me confronting him for something he did, him not admitting anything wrong, him calling me oversensitive, and the whole time he won't stop whatever he's doing to look at me.
Hey okay I gotta rant about this one. We were offered a cheaper, better cable and internet for the apt. Only me and Sam were left as summer school is ending and I was leaving for home, so Sam agrees to take care of installation. Time was scheduled to be in early morning on a Monday. I didn't have my flight until Monday afternoon. So it's Monday at like 2am (college ppl, heh) and he drops the ball and says he isn't gonna wake up for the installation and I should do it. I was just WTF? I had to pack up and he agreed from the beginning to wake up for it. He just shrugged the "I don't give a fuck" motions, said I wanted the better internet so I should do it. I'm like, "I got this switch so we could have cheaper service!" I pay and handle all the bills and paperwork, and I asked him why he is flaking on the installation. He said he was going swimming the next day and wanted to sleep in (I know that he was going swimming with another friend of his, so basically he threw me under the bus while he goes play). He goes, *shrug* "Then I guess no one is gonna be here when the guy knocks on the door." I got ultimatumed into doing it. I just said "fine, whatever" and he just walks off without a thank you.
Can you get any more douchebaggy? As always I tried to confront him the next day and he gave the same ol' shit where he doesn't give a flying fuck and didn't admit any wrongdoing. Thank god I left for home right after that. And now I'm not talking to him (online, I guess, since we're home for the summer).
So as you can see, I'm as confused as this messy post. I get a sense that he's changing - moving onto other ppl, other stuff. My roommate feels it, too, so I'm not alone on this one. It's just that the roommate is quite emotionally stone-eyed and doesn't mind it as much. But me, I fall apart. You know that feeling you get, when you have that person slipping away. It's like a black hole of depression. It's the shittiest feeling ever.
If God existed, he is the biggest fucking teaser ever. To get you to the point where you question, "Maybe this guys the one? =]" to only get anviled with a reply of "He's not gay," "He's moving on and you'll never be as close again probably", and "I'm going to make him a douchebag now so he can hurt you repeatedly like poking your heart with a hot stick over and over again." I can't figure out if I'm depressingly sad about this because I'm losing a best friend or if I feel like I'm losing the closest thing to being the One for me.
I mean...cmon, one time he was on the couch watching TVand I was walking across the room, and I raised my middle finger at him the same time he did the exact same thing to me. And we didn't look until we both turned our heads to see if the other saw it! That's nuts!! (Maybe you had to be there?) Anyways plenty of other MFEO moments (I tell him these things happened cuz we're Made For Each Other, in which he reacted with a Ahhh and Nooooo neverrr (half serious and joke, I'm sure, as he tries to stay on the other team). We can look at each other and figure out what the other is thinking. =p That's always fun. We get in convos with other friends and they get mad when we're silent talking to each other. We have our own acronym system (MFEO is one of them. =P). We even have our very own SAJ show (S for Sam, J for my name! a for and?) where we can make fun of what happens in our everyday lives. Dang, typing too much. Sorry, am just thinking abt the good times.
I need
. I wish it was from him. =\
I guess, ultimately, I need to accept the fact that, in the end, my best friends will get girlfriends, fall in love, and get married. I will get left in the dust. And I wish he'd just be with me so we could experience life together, instead. Jealous! Man, I have issues.
Hey sorry for TL, at worst, I got to vent my full feelings on the matter in the safest place I could find other than a xanga.
but..
TL;DR: Guy best friend is changing and moving onto other friends. I'm incredibly jealous. He doesn't seem to care about my feelings anymore. I'm depressed. And I'm goooooooooing nuts over it!
Hey if you finished though...kudos! Jesus! O.O we don't have a bowing smiley? :kowtow:
Well let's start off with some good times. I'm best friends with my roommate and apartmentmate. We're a close trio package and known each other for 2 years now since the start of college when we were in the same suite (pretty much besties from the very 1st week). This spring I watched Milk with my roommate. Milk, the urge to yell it out, the sense that the roommate had the right to know (still roommates for next year!), and being the most comfortable I've ever been when with these two, I finally came out to them, one at a time. I was so scared. I even bribed them right before the reveal. Gave the aptmate loads of Clifbars and the roommate loads of chocolate (He effing loves chocolate, like a horse and sugar). The relief was heavenly when I told them, and when they said they were perfectly fine with it made be feel even better. Now we're comfortable with my homo-ness, we can just talk and joke abt it now. And I feel really good that the roommate doesn't think I'm some demented pervert.
Well, anyways, that was the good stuff. But there's always some shit afterwards. Involves my apartment mate, whom should just be aptly named Sam (fake). Sam is my very best friend. We connect on a deeper and closer level than anyone else I've known. We talk and joke abt stuff that is taboo with anyone else (not just abt gay stuff). I'm comfortable discussing everything and anything with him. In public, it woulda been called a bromance at its finest, and we have had a lot of great memories and moments (platonically).
Sam was some kind of shy in high school, or atleast he didn't live the crazy teen life that I did during hs. (Partying, drinking, having lots of friends?..) I've always been outgoing and in college it was always me showing him the ropes on that super fun stuff and such. I remember talking to him abt friendships - and he said he wasn't satisfied with how many he had. Me, I found the best 2 friends I'd ever want and was perfectly happy to where I was on the level of how many friends and ppl I knew. So I am downtrodden (read: heartbroken) now that he is taking initiatives to become closer with other people.
We agreed that he'd get drunk his first time with me by his side, but this summer he instead went ahead and got blasted with his roommate (who he doesn't even like!) and a bunch of people he didn't know. I don't know how to describe my reaction to this. I'm a really jealous person (genes, I blame) and so I'll say I was jealous and hurt. Incredibly, incredibly hurt. It's just one of those experiences I wanted with him (no, didn't want to seduce him when drunk), because my 1st time was the best fun ever. I just wanted to give him that experience with me at his side.
And so the confusion starts for me. He's my best friend. We have a bromance. I'm gay. I wish it was platonic, but over the 2 years I've just gotten closer and closer to him. On some nights I ask the question: "Wait, in the beginning I never had feelings for him, WHAT THE HELL happened??" And I think these wishes are just making me even more jealous that he'd rather hang with other people now.
I tried to confront him on the drinking thing, but he really hates discussing these things with feelings and what was done wrong. He said "I had issues." WHICH I did admit that I got some of that genetic jealousy shit in me. I just wish he'd help me through the jealousy instead of just sitting there watching TV and shrugging when I confront him. All our fights basically become me confronting him for something he did, him not admitting anything wrong, him calling me oversensitive, and the whole time he won't stop whatever he's doing to look at me.
Hey okay I gotta rant about this one. We were offered a cheaper, better cable and internet for the apt. Only me and Sam were left as summer school is ending and I was leaving for home, so Sam agrees to take care of installation. Time was scheduled to be in early morning on a Monday. I didn't have my flight until Monday afternoon. So it's Monday at like 2am (college ppl, heh) and he drops the ball and says he isn't gonna wake up for the installation and I should do it. I was just WTF? I had to pack up and he agreed from the beginning to wake up for it. He just shrugged the "I don't give a fuck" motions, said I wanted the better internet so I should do it. I'm like, "I got this switch so we could have cheaper service!" I pay and handle all the bills and paperwork, and I asked him why he is flaking on the installation. He said he was going swimming the next day and wanted to sleep in (I know that he was going swimming with another friend of his, so basically he threw me under the bus while he goes play). He goes, *shrug* "Then I guess no one is gonna be here when the guy knocks on the door." I got ultimatumed into doing it. I just said "fine, whatever" and he just walks off without a thank you.
Can you get any more douchebaggy? As always I tried to confront him the next day and he gave the same ol' shit where he doesn't give a flying fuck and didn't admit any wrongdoing. Thank god I left for home right after that. And now I'm not talking to him (online, I guess, since we're home for the summer).
So as you can see, I'm as confused as this messy post. I get a sense that he's changing - moving onto other ppl, other stuff. My roommate feels it, too, so I'm not alone on this one. It's just that the roommate is quite emotionally stone-eyed and doesn't mind it as much. But me, I fall apart. You know that feeling you get, when you have that person slipping away. It's like a black hole of depression. It's the shittiest feeling ever.
If God existed, he is the biggest fucking teaser ever. To get you to the point where you question, "Maybe this guys the one? =]" to only get anviled with a reply of "He's not gay," "He's moving on and you'll never be as close again probably", and "I'm going to make him a douchebag now so he can hurt you repeatedly like poking your heart with a hot stick over and over again." I can't figure out if I'm depressingly sad about this because I'm losing a best friend or if I feel like I'm losing the closest thing to being the One for me.
I mean...cmon, one time he was on the couch watching TVand I was walking across the room, and I raised my middle finger at him the same time he did the exact same thing to me. And we didn't look until we both turned our heads to see if the other saw it! That's nuts!! (Maybe you had to be there?) Anyways plenty of other MFEO moments (I tell him these things happened cuz we're Made For Each Other, in which he reacted with a Ahhh and Nooooo neverrr (half serious and joke, I'm sure, as he tries to stay on the other team). We can look at each other and figure out what the other is thinking. =p That's always fun. We get in convos with other friends and they get mad when we're silent talking to each other. We have our own acronym system (MFEO is one of them. =P). We even have our very own SAJ show (S for Sam, J for my name! a for and?) where we can make fun of what happens in our everyday lives. Dang, typing too much. Sorry, am just thinking abt the good times.
I need
. I wish it was from him. =\I guess, ultimately, I need to accept the fact that, in the end, my best friends will get girlfriends, fall in love, and get married. I will get left in the dust. And I wish he'd just be with me so we could experience life together, instead. Jealous! Man, I have issues.
Hey sorry for TL, at worst, I got to vent my full feelings on the matter in the safest place I could find other than a xanga.
but..
TL;DR: Guy best friend is changing and moving onto other friends. I'm incredibly jealous. He doesn't seem to care about my feelings anymore. I'm depressed. And I'm goooooooooing nuts over it!
Hey if you finished though...kudos! Jesus! O.O we don't have a bowing smiley? :kowtow:

