Or At Least Bob's Monster....
Which doesn't sound near as cool...
But I'll be nice and not use his last name which would sound cooler.
So! I'm starting to read and read about Frankenstein and all about Mary Shelley for my English class at WIU (represent!) and many know I already can relate to the story because I feel like Bob created this monster [me now] and abandoned it [me].
See, I usually don't get attached to guys very easily. Bob and I dated a year ago and it ended after 2-3 months. I wasn't all that attached so whatever, ya know? No skin off my back -which is a terrible, Silence-y of the Lambs saying...ick.
We started dating again the end of the year, but over the year I'd become more and more fond of him and when we started talking again and he said that he wanted to start seeing me again too and I became quite attached.
Like old times we talked on the phone for hours and he came to visit me a couple times (wouldn't let me visit him....thought nothing of it at the time) and unlike last time I was very affectionate and loving and reassuring and sweet and girlfriendy -which was what ended us last time [me NOT being like that].
WELL! I turned into the girl he wanted a year ago only to find that present Bob wanted past Stephanie and present Bob didn't like affectionate and loving Stephanie. So I became what he seemed to have wanted only to find that he didn't actually want that ....erm, me [anymore?]. Whatever.
So, you now see how I feel like Frankenstein's [or Bob's] monster. He created me and now he's left me to die [metaphorically....I doubt he literally wants me to die....could be wrong!] similar to Dr. Frankenstein wanting to get rid of what he'd created. Don't create something in which you are not going to be responsible for! -That's the lesson for today! You're Welcome!
This is from my Facebook which I intended to turn into this blog:
"His [the creator's] success would terrify the artist; he would rush away from his odious handywork, horror-stricken. He would hope that, left to itself, the slight spark of life which he had communicated would fade; that this thing, which had receive such imperfect animation, would subside into dead matter..."
This is how I feel about Bob wanting me to have feelings for him, then I did, and now he's just hoping that if he abandons me those feelings will die; he doesn't realize that I am part of those feelings...and it's killing me.
Kinda the same right??? Can you tell which one's which? =)
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