I have a very pathetic confession to make
Today morning I had a dream. It's bizarre as every other dream of mine is. I don't remember much but there was a guy that I have never met in real life. He was the amalgamation of many people I know in real life. He was very sweet and too excited for some reasons.
There was this moment where I was sitting on his lap? Or he pulled me on his lap and hugged from behind. It may seem weird now that I'm typing but it was genuinely very platonic. The feeling of being hugged felt just nice. It felt like being engulfed by a big soft plushie.
When I woke up, this got me thinking how lonely I have been my whole life. My parents neglected me as a kid and I used to think of it as freedom. While other girls were controlled, I was completely let go of. My parents even encouraged me to seek job and move out.
To the point I used to wish if my mom was more controlling, it would mean she cared about me.
Anyways my parents were not horrible or abusive. But their love was non-existent. It was like living with strangers at all times. I have no sad or happy memories from my childhood.
Similarly in school..in college..in work life. I talk to everyone but hardly anyone knows me or remembers me. I'm just forgetful. I exist in the background. I am nobody's favourite but everyone's go-to if they need help. I may or may not always help. I'm not a people's pleaser. Sometimes I wish I was. Maybe I would have had a few friends.
When my ex manager hugged me on my last day of office, I was like "damn that felt good". I cried because while they were toxic, they were the only group of people I partied with for the first time.
Last year I had a friend who I thought would become my best friend. But she also left. But I miss her hugs and her smiles.
I am always there. Always in parties, in workshops, in webinars, in office talks, in groups, in f2f with someone, I am always doing something yet this feeling of being unimportant and loneliness never goes away.
People think women are always surrounded by attention and they probably never feel lonely. They forget about women like me who exist in the background. Who aren't even seen as women sometimes.
This is not a pity party. I feel better by just typing that I feel so lonely that a dream boy hugging me felt so good. It's just pathetic but it's also liberating for some reason?