Last night, we were having a midnight snack with friends, talking about creativity and dance and how dance can blow you right out of your mind, releasing you from those fears and nasty perceptions and worries so you can be the person you are without that kind of shit.
Since I’m concerned with the issue, I asked my question about whether love can be unhealthy which eventually led to the idea that you really can’t love someone else if you don’t love yourself. To which, I said, “I don’t believe that. I love many people, but I don’t love myself.”
Earlier that evening, I had been dancing with the woman who was now seated to my left. She is a strange woman to me. She shaves her head and she climbs on the walls, and she marches totally to her own tunes. She had to be told that the idea is to relate to others, not separate yourself from them.
I’ve gotten used to dancing with her—she is pretty intense and focused and that really helps. I’m pretty intense and focused myself, when I dance. It’s an amazing thing and it’s the only time that I forget I’m a worthless asshole. I wish I could do it every night of the week and twice on Sundays. I don’t like the way I feel about myself.
This woman and I are paired for the eye contact dance. When I dance, I take off my glasses, so I can’t see anything very clearly if it’s more than a foot away from me. Her eyes are like raccoon eyes to me. Dark circles. I can’t see any other detail. I just focus myself on feeling the energy and using my peripheral vision to sense my partner’s movements.
At the end of the evening, we talk about the dance. When it was her turn, she spoke about the eye contact dance, and said that she felt the most intense, pure love coming from my eyes and it made her feel… I don’t remember. Something good.
Apparently, I had a weird expression on my face in reaction to what she said. She got all flustered. She thought she’d insulted me or something. But the truth came out as we sat at the table later. I could not believe she was seeing that or feeling that because for me—first of all, I can’t even focus my eyes, and second of all, I don’t have that place in me that is filled enough to make anyone respond that way. So I was shocked and disbelieving.
When I told them I didn’t think you had to love yourself in order to love others, the person who said that, and my dance partner for the eye contact dance both couldn’t believe it. They agreed that it couldn’t be true. My dance partner said there was no way she could feel what she felt if I didn’t have that kind of love inside me.
I say this because in my life, I have always felt that love came from the outside. I have felt I needed a relationship in order to be ok with myself. I am terrified of being alone because I think I’ll probably kill myself without any human contact—intimate human contact very soon. When I feel suicidal now, the first thing I was to do is to make myself all alone.
I’m about as needy a person as you can find, and I use my neediness with great effect to drive people away. I am completely reliant on my relationships to be happy. If I am not connected with others—many others—some intimately and others not so much, I lose my sense of self, and I freak out, and if it goes on for a while… I don’t know what I’d do, but I don’t think it would be good.
So I don’t buy this inner love stuff. I’ve never had it, and I doubt if I ever will. But it doesn’t seem to matter because other people think I have it anyway. I am nothing without other people. But with them, if they really love me, I am so happy and so confident and I can do anything. When they slide away or have no time for me or they don’t really desire me any more… I sink down to places that are hard to rise up from.
There is no way I can overstate my need for love. Anything I say can not begin to pierce the surface of my need. But it doesn’t scare me. I know that I’ll never be afraid to find love or to make a mistake. I can’t afford to have that fear or to let that fear stop me, because if I do not reach out to others and if I do not create the most intense and intimate or relationships, I believe that I’ll die. I have no choice, then. My happiness is completely dependent on others. I am truly blessed that I am able to create those kinds of relationships for myself when I truly need them. So far.