Desinas Ineptire
The Soundtrack of My Life
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A Stranger -- A Perfect Circle
The Thirteenth Step
What if you just keep trying to complete the first twelve steps but you fail to realize, every single time you wind up back in the bottle, that there's a thirteenth step?
And, of course, now that you've heard about it, you want to know what it is, don't you?
I'm sure of it.
Just as sure as I am that you'll have to actually complete the other twelve steps in their entirety, successfully, before the thirteenth will be revealed to you.
I also know that the very thing that you hate so much about all of us is the very thing in this whole world that you wish that you had. Unconditional love and acceptance. A peaceful home where your soul can rest and in which you can be completely yourself and at ease, knowing that the ones who are there with you really do love you. I guess it's easier to hate people and drive them away than it is to face the reality of your own actions and the accountability of the consequences of those actions.
Cast the
calming apple
Up and over
satellites
To draw out the
timid wild one
To convince you
it's alright
And I listen for
the whisper
Of your sweet
insanity
While I formulate
denials
Of your effect on me
You're a stranger
So what do I care?
You vanished today
Not the first time
I hear
All the lies
What am I to do with
all this silence?
Shy away, shy
away phantom
Run away,
terrified child
Won't you move
away you fuckin'
tornado
I'm better off
without you
Tearing' my will down
--Billy Howerdel, Maynard James Keenan
When you're tired of all of it, come back, won't you? To this life, this reality, this family, this world, this unique existence.
And, if you're ready then, maybe I'll tell you a story.
All's Well That Ends -- Rainbow Kitten Surprise
There are so many types of loss in life. People come into our lives and leave again in many different ways. I have sought the words to comfort those that I see around me who are struggling with grief and I keep coming back to the same idea despite the details of who I am considering offering comforting words. No matter what the conditions of loss are, the details surrounding your grief--whether you've lost a loved one, changed jobs, moved to a new home, or ended a relationship, you will face grief. Grief is a unique experience for everyone in each and every encounter with loss and should always be approached without judgement of the bereaved and how they express and experience that grief. That is what makes this subject difficult to discuss--we do not wish to cause anyone any more suffering than they are already enduring.
Attachment causes suffering. We become attached to people, places, things, routines, and feelings. It's only when something changes that we begin to notice how that one seemingly singular change has caused chain a reaction in every other aspect of our lives. The desire for the reversal of these changes is what truly causes our suffering. We remember the way things were before and long to return to that state. This is not possible. You cannot go back in time. You cannot undo what has been done. This is the most difficult realization of all to actually internalize, I think. Despite knowing that we can't reverse changes in life, we sometimes still behave as though we fully expect everything to be exactly the same.
[ unfinished piece written in 2019. My thoughts: I like radical acceptance for the unexpected things that happen in life. I also like that I am confident enough in both myself and also my faith that there is goodness in the world—so much so that I continue to walk away from the negative situations that I find myself in with the utmost faith that something better is bound to come next. I just let go and believe. ]
Salt -- Bad Suns
Hormones have other, more sinister designs on my behavior patterns. When God gave us the lovely subscription to Crimson Tide Monthly he, unfortunately, failed to also give us a warning label. Not that it would have mattered--most people ignore caution labels and warning signs until they make the mistakes for themselves. That's when you do the real learning, anyway...
...I have been struggling lately with the nagging feeling that I need to write something that may be of use to those who are having difficult times. I have recently become acutely aware of just how few people actually understand and accept me exactly as I am. The list seems to be shrinking rather than growing, however, and although I have come to accept that very few people will ever truly know me, I must figure out a way to communicate effectively with those who do not. It is imperative that I successfully convey the messages I am creating to an audience that does not think the same way that I do. And therein lies the obstacle I face in writing my current project.
How do I communicate a message to someone who is not yet prepared to receive it?
And the answer is simple. I don't.
That's the beauty of my current project--it is a multifaceted, multi-layered story that appeals to people of different life skill levels while offering the opportunity to develop the skills necessary to read beyond the lines of the story and consider the deeper meanings of its lessons and the practical application of its concepts...
...Annnnnndddd if I haven't bored you straight away from the page...
My point in writing this blog was to rant, as usual. So I'll get to it:
When I see others suffering, it is my instant and instinctual response to want to ease that suffering. I can see in others what I have suffered in the past and want so badly to teach others what I have learned in having reached the other side. I want to use my journey through the darkness of depression and grief as a springboard to help others who are still deep in hopelessness. I want to try to make the journey through that darkness a little easier on others to bear.
And yet I keep coming back to the same dilemma: how can I help those who don't think they need help? How can I help those who don't even know they need help? How can I help those who are not receptive and responsive to my messages?
What no one realizes is that I actually live by this pretty rigid set of rules that I've designed for myself and sometimes I am truly incapable of acting in such a way that goes against them. For example, when someone is very rude or mean to me in public, instead of being my usual snarky self, as I would with my family, I just get completely paralyzed at the thought of being exceptionally rude or impolite sometimes. And yet, I can be so wrapped up in whatever it is that I'm doing that I accidentally come off as really rude and inconsiderate. It's obliviousness on my part sometimes. OTHER TIMES IT’S JUST THE HORMONES AND THE NEED TO CALL PEOPLE OUT ON THEIR BULLSHIT. Could go either way, really.
All These Things That I've Done -- The Killers
So much has happened and I don't know where to even begin. Jonathan's birthday reminded me of how much I'm still grieving. I have started so many somber blog posts that I never finished and never published. I don't want to share these things with anyone else sometimes. So I'm not going to, and you'll just have to deal with it.
I tried to get a second job. In fact, I had one for one work week. For one week I worked six days, and on the seventh day I had a fever and my whole body ached. And early that morning I got a message wanting me to *surprise!* come in for some work related training. I declined, and, after raging for a while to myself and my friend through text, sent an email stating that I didn't think that the position was right for me after all. So that was that.
I have spent several hours last night and this morning job hunting online. And instead of spending too much of my time looking for another part time job, I'm just going to treat my writing as my other part time job. It's probably what I should have been doing this whole time anyway.
This whole time I've been really worried about being good enough. Is my writing good enough? And for what? It doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that I do it. That's why I'm here. Let's have a story...
Most people get asked, when they're children, what they want to be when they grow up. I've never really grown up so I still think in terms of, "when I grow up I'm going to ..." It feels really silly, and naive, after I've written it down, but Anna Lee pointed out to me that I can do whatever I want. And the way she said it is crucial. She did this whole face where she raises her eyebrows, tilts her head, and looks at me like I'm an idiot, and says, "You can do," and here she gestures with both hands, "Whatever you want!"
Maybe, if I ever grow up, I want to be everything??? What if I want to learn it all? Everything that I can possibly absorb? My entire life? What's to stop me? Apparently nothing. I can one-class-at-a-time it through various degrees until the end of time. So that's what I'm going to focus my energy on--learning everything that I can possibly learn. Everyone my entire life has told me, pushed me, "encouraged" me, if you will, to teach. And I thought that I would eventually develop the patience for it. Perhaps, in time, I will. I still think that what I originally said about writing a great book is applicable to teaching...maybe a certain level of learning and life experience is necessary for me to do either one of those things to the ability to which I both know that I can perform and execute them (which obviously has to be perfect). And--before you point it out from your armchair--therein lies the problem. I seek perfection. In all things. My current job--I expect perfection of my performance there. I don't always achieve that, but I consistently out perform everyone else.
The more I write, the more I realize things about myself. Things that are not easily changed in behavior therapy. Maybe I'm just completely fucked as a person. All righty then.