Hello. My name is Lexi, and I am a logical person.
I like to characterize my feelings as at a constant conflict with my mind. That is to say, it is rare that my feelings and mind will coincide.
Often, my nonsensical feelings are beaten down by the complete sense of my brain.
Perhaps that is why I do not understand how to approach feelings.
Today, I had to face feelings. It is a very long story with many personal details which I do not prefer to indulge in. Regardless, it was a prolonged meeting that had to happen eventually: and I thank God that it happened in a manner that left both parties as unscathed as possible.
As I walked back to my dormitory, I wasn’t thinking very much. That is to say, the emotional burden of five years that I had finally verbalized had yet to float to the forefront of my mind. It arrived when I reached my room, and I sat on my bed, trying not to cry.
I’m unsure why I felt the need to cry. In all accounts, the conversation went surprisingly well.
See, there I am. Being logical again.
Denying myself the emotion that I felt.
What did I feel?
Incompetent. Slimy. Empty.
I do not know how to deal with these emotions.
So my brain logically works through what happened, removing the aspects of humanity and depth. My brain sorts the entire ordeal and gives me a verdict.
But I still felt like crying.
So what am I left to do?
How do emotions work? As a teenage girl, am I expected to move from potential romantic interest to potential romantic interest in sheer moments? What constitutes a sign? Are my peers correct, that dating without the intention of marrying is okay?
What do I do if I like a guy and I can’t make sense of the long term? Do I accept the short term? What will I gain from that relationship that cannot be gleaned from a friendship?
HOW DOES ONE EVEN BEGIN TO INTERACT WITH HUMAN BEINGS OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER WITH WHICH ONE HAS NO PRIOR CONNECTION?
I don’t know.
I know my philosophies on dating are unproven. Quite unproven, as I’ve never dated at any point in my life. But logically…logically…they should be sound.
Also worth noting is my cowardice. I choose what is safe. Shawn Hunter of Boy Meets World has what is referred to as reckless spontaneity.
I have what is referred to as Cory “The Cory” Matthews. You meet a person when you’re both in strollers, you know each other unbelievably well, you fall in love, and you end up together.
Except I don’t still know any stroller buddies.
I don’t have any long-time friends, really.
So what am I to do?
I’d really rather not.
But perhaps that’s what I’ll have to do. Maybe, just maybe, this college experience will stretch me beyond the classroom. Maybe I’ll learn to juggle both my disciplined approach to schoolwork and friends.
Perhaps someone will teach me how to be fun.
Or maybe I’ll just stay in my room and not interact with people.
Because honestly, that seems like a solid option, too.
People have to be worth it, though.
Don’t they? I can’t honestly claim to be a writer and love characters if I cannot honestly love the people that God made.
So I guess I’m off on an adventure.
Real peril. Things I must do. Things I cannot do. Choices I have to make. Consequences I must face.
Bring it on, feelings.
(Just…take it slow for me, okay?)