Someone who was super different to you, yet you had a lot in common with. Someone who had the weirdest tastes in music, art, fashion or films. What was it like? What were they like?
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Background : I dated (?) this guy on and off over the course of one year. He was upfront and honest about his medicated bipolar disorder on our first date. I admired that about him, and have had close relationships (friends, family) with the mentally ill for most of my life, so I felt comfortable with his instability, if that makes sense. But...
What was it like? We were on shaky ground with each other due to the ambiguity of the relationship, despite the fact that we both identified as monogamous. One wanted to commit when the other didn't. It was electrifying, fascinating, dreamy, and exciting. It was also confusing, uncertain, and crushing, emotionally speaking.
What was he like? He was complicated, to say the least. While he was on his meds he was balanced, for the most part, but still a bit eccentric. As for his meds themselves, he would frequently stop taking them for whatever reason that popped into his head. He was a very eclectic individualist, independently minded, and was a really curious and enthusiastic person despite his occasional black moods and a distinctive dark side, which he kept hidden, among a lot of things. I only had a glimpse of that side of him once, and that was first time that he really scared me, and I questioned my safety. Even while he was on meds, he was eccentric in small, little ways. He was briefly interested in an array of different things during our relationship, like demonolgy, and many other other fringe subjects. He would pick something up, burn it his heart and soul into it for a little while, and then forget about it later. He liked to dress up very sharply some days and could care less on others. He loved colorless tattoos and had several all of his body and face. During our relationship, he was going to open a clothing store and move to Alaska, none of which never happened. He was a gifted poet, although he criticized himself ruthlessly, which writers are liable to do I guess. He stopped writing and took classes at his local community college to become mechanic, going on to take first place among his peers. He had a knack for fixing things. Everything about him : his sense of style, interests, and opinions were constantly evolving, for better or worse, depending on the time of day. He was an extremist, passionate. He was more like a serial monogamist, and found it difficult to stay faithful to one woman, which he was also honest about. Yeah, complicated. Can you tell that I miss him haha0
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