20F. This happened a few months ago, and now that Iām back from a long break, my brain decided it was the perfect time to replay it on loop.
I liked an older girl at uni. Reserved, respected, intimidating if you donāt know her. And yes, I genuinely thought she was one of the prettiest people Iād ever met. Iām newer, loud, and completely oblivious to the power dynamics at the time. Looking back yeah, there was one. She had social weight, and seemed extremely non judgmental and liberal thru her interest and the way she carried herself.
We became friends naturally. . We shared niche, weird interests. Interests I thought were so obscure no one noticed me or Atleats the people that I didnāt know didnāt notice me but surprise Apparently people did. Even people I didnāt know existed.
I flirted jokingly, like I do. Friendly, teasing banter. I make freaky jokes always have but if it actually comes to sexual situations or obvious affection, I get uncomfortable instantly. She knew this. Completely since I was barely open to anyone since I liked to seem very confident and happy. And yet, she kept giving attention, complimenting, teasing, sometimes flirting back in that āI can deny it laterā style.and I took off as a joke and try not to think too much about it.
Then the rumors started. People exaggerated everything my jokes, my attention and suddenly we were ātogether.ā Some even decided we were ācracking.ā Cracking. Meanwhile, but Iām asexual and donāt date unless I fully trust the person. But apparently that didnāt stop people.
To top it off, some people speculated about her being bi/lesbian, which made her uncomfortable and extremely upset.
Then came the ātalk.ā Not privately. In a group. And she was extremely mad and upset so She brought up the rumors, said they made her uncomfortable, and claimed sheād been āhintingā she wasnāt interested. Hints I never noticed, attention I misread, all while she knew about my anxiety, attachment issues, and mental health struggles.
I didnāt argue. There wasnāt a point. The situation was framed like I was the problem. After that? No closure. Just distance. And coldness from both ends cus I wanted her to think I hated her even though I donāt but it was just a way of protecting myself.
Months later, I still care. Not obsessively, but anytime I see her I panic. Tight chest, stomach pains and a feeling like I wanna kms. Ans She knew this. Somehow, sheās still one of the coolest people Iāve met.
Sometimes I feel like she wants to talk. Sometimes I want to reach out. But I refuse to be the bigger person. Iāve never been treated as the bigger person. Publicly attacked, emotionally ambushed, and yet⦠I still care. I hope she doesnāt hate me. I really do.
Life is weird. People are weirder. And apparently, caring about someone can be a horror-comedy starring panic, attachment issues, freaky jokes, and the entire uni community misinterpreting your existence.
She knew. She shut it down. And I survived. Barely and this how I survived my first unique canon event..