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.Zen for your ears || track 2
(This song always puts me in a good mood. Also, as soon as I heard some of the lyrics they instantly made me think of a movie idea, one I've been tossing around for a while now. I have it all planned out perfectly in my head-where the song will go and what scenes it will be accompanying. Perfection)
.cleanin' out my closet
Lately I've been getting these little motivational spurts that actually turn out successful; I'll have a sudden brainstorm and need to start writing, I'll constantly think about working out & actually follow through. Today the cleaning bug hit. What I was originally intending to do was locate my camera charger, and I ended up cleaning out 3 egg boxes worth of material. Which is good, for the long run-this will make it easier for us when moving day finally arrives.
A lot of it, I'm embarrassed to say, was old mail; catalogs, bills & statements that I haphazardly glanced at and then discarded (out of sight-out of mind was my thinking at the time) During my search I did come across a collection of cards & letters from Her. Endless pleas to write her, please call, please can I move in with you. Declarations of love that sounded heartfelt to her, but are quite similar to what I pronounce to my fiance and are therefore creepy considering the relationship between myself & said person. Even threats disguised as love to take my dog away.
I didn't get those letters that long ago, so I'm trying to reflect back on my thinking at the time to justify why I saved them. Perhaps I was still feeling a small bit of affection towards Her, and couldn't bear to discard them quite yet. I do know that my first reaction was to laugh, because at this point nothing She did at this point surprised me. I would share them with my family & friends, and we would all have a laugh at her expense. I didn't feel regret then, and I still do not to this day. Like everything I feel regarding Her, I am numb. And given the way She has treated me, my family, and friends, this is not a bad thing. Given everything I've gone through, it's actually progress. I spent too much time & energy devoted to Her thoughts and feelings, and none to my own. I can still remember with great joy the day I felt that I could finally start living my life, without worrying about Her constantly looking over my shoulder. It was the most free I'd ever felt.
Given that I overthink every other little thing in the world, it feels very peaceful to not have to add something else to my brainplate, especially of this variety. I don't miss the anxious jump when my phone rings, or the unexpected knock at the door, peeking through the curtains, fear jumpstarting my heart-it's Her! I don't miss having to let work colleagues know about & prepare for her visit. I've heard through a family member that, for the moment, She has (for once in Her life) backed down. Stepped away. Let go and let God, is what She would say.
So today, I tossed all of her old letters and cards. No regret, no nothing at all. I did save a couple; when I write my memoir they can help me. Add in the fact that they are also evidence should anyone doubt Her personality. Not only did I feel accomplished at having cleared away this junk (finally I might add) I felt richer, in my soul, for once more letting the string go, barely feeling it slip through my fingers. It's no longer wrapped around me tight, tying me to places I don't want to be, don't want to go. Freedom. Peace. Strength. Me.
say what? phrases that annoy the hell out of me
"You'll understand/change your mind when you have kids"
As my friends and I grow older, the cycle of life begins to churn out the inevitable: new jobs, marriage, kids, moving, etc. So far I am only one out of two couples that has yet to reproduce, so of course many conversations I have with certain friends lately has leaned more towards baby territory. It's not a conversational topic I have any qualms about; I love kids and I can't wait to have my own. Like any good discussion amongst friends, we don't always agree on every topic. I know, being engaged & childless I shouldn't really have any opinions about kids, but I do like to assert my future position as a mother. And as always, I'm rewarded with an eye-roll and the utterance of this phrase. Let's just say that I find this offensive to me and perhaps it's time I start asserting my own opinion with full force.
Look, I understand that every family is different. What my mom did with me & my siblings would probably make other parents gasp in outrage, others clap in agreement. I see certain parenting techniques that my own friends use and that I don't particularly agree with, but I know it's not my place to say anything. Especially after the fact that I lost a friendship because I suggested to a certain someone that she read or play with her child more often than plunking her down in front of the TV while she went on Facebook. I thought it was rather harmless, but she unleashed what I call the "Mommyazi" (the Mommy nazi's-you know the ones, they tend to be extremely judgemental if you don't share their parenting views & are quite violently vocal about it; see many parenting message boards) powers on me, of course uttering that famous phrase "you'll understand when you have kids" multiple times in the course of our conversation. Needless to say, that pissed me off the most.
Do my friends not respect me enough to understand that I have very firm stances on certain issues, and that I will stick to said stance? I know that sometimes certain events cause you to change a previously held opinion/viewpoint, but unlike minor issues such as clothing style and what shows I watch now, I am and will be very firm regarding my opinions on parenting my children. And this doesn't only go for me. My fiance and I have talked numerous times about these particular issues and we are in agreement on all of them. For example: We don't believe that co-sleeping is the best idea. Neither is television until the age of 5. I will NOT be a stay-at-home mom. We will be sending our children to public school. These decisions have not come out of thin air; they are the result of dedicated research and personal experiences. And some may think that this is naive of me, but I honestly don't see these particular opinions changing when I do have kids. You can shake your head in disbelief now, but when the time comes and I still haven't changed my mind, you owe me an apology.
Do you still think I don't have a right to talk about children with you? If so, I'm sorry you feel that way. I know to some people, my life of growing up helping to raise my siblings, my college education studying the development of children, and all of my research in books still should not entitle me to an opinion. Whatever. (I understand more than you know, actually) All I am asking for is not to be judged so harshly so early. After all, I haven't judged you. (Unless you decide to name your kid after a fruit or some distant planet from Star Wars) You have found what works for you, and that's great. Please just show me the same modicum of respect now, as I stand childless before you. Thank you.
homesick.
I have to admit, lately I've been aching for a taste of summer life in Ohio. As much as there is to loathe about my hometown, a summer there was the best. I can totally see why people vacation there. It's been 6 years since I left (3 since I last visited) but it feels like more. I miss driving down Perry street with the windows down, letting the lake breeze fill my car, my lungs. I miss sitting on the hood of my car at the Moose Lodge, watching thunderstorms roll across the lake. I miss hearing the Jet Express horn. I miss nights slept outside on the sun porch. I miss days spent at Lakeside, Put In Bay, and Cedar Point. I miss trips to the beach. Sometimes I even miss working at Great Scot. I've even been tempted to take a summer off my job here & work on Put in Bay, just for the experience (and of course, the $$) Don't get me wrong, Boise is amazing, and I couldn't be more thrilled that I'm here. There are so many exciting memories that I've made out here, and many more that I'm looking forward to. But it's not Port Clinton in the summer. I suppose I want the best of both worlds, but there's only room enough for one.
I literally answer "books" if someone ever asks me if I've ever taken anything. For serious.
.gossip (not for this) girl
I need to become more of a bitch.
Rather, I need to be more outspoken. I'm not about to speak everything that's on my mind because frankly, the world isn't ready for that. But when it comes to others talking about people I know, then that's when I should let my inner beeyotch out.
There was an incident at work today that really set me off. The people involved didn't know the friendship between me & their subject, but needless to say I should have steered them in a nicer direction. But then my insecurity bubble bursts wide open, and I don't want to cause any ill/awkward feelings between me and my co workers. I felt ashamed because of my hesitation to defend my friend, especially when I've done it in the past. But I had the aid of liquid courage, mind you.
Sigh. It would just be nice to work for once in a gossip-free environment. I'm not saying I'm completely innocent; I too have discussed other co-workers, but only when they behave badly and when someone else brings it up first. Maybe people should just watch what they say in front of others; you haven't stepped in this person's shoes. Think about it for a second-what if we were all openly talking about one of your friends/family members? Feels pretty shitty, don't it?
He said/She said
I say shut up
I finally succombed to the Twitter fad. I know, I'm a little bit late on jumping that train. But it's not the first thing I've discovered on my own, many moons after everyone else has.
I've been thinking about getting it before, but the 160 character limit really put me off. I'm not one for being told how much to write, and what I have to say can rarely be contained in a teeny tweet. I'll see how long this lasts
I'm currently at work on a "Things I Hate" pintrest board. I do see the irony in putting all of this time & energy into things I supposedly despise, but it has been very therapeutic.
Besides, it's a great way to see that perhaps I'm not the only out there (especially female) in cyberspace who dislikes Zooey Deschanel & anything having to do with Nicolas Sparks.
.you know what really grinds my gears?
#57: Facebook "likes" on upsetting posts.
Whether it's a post about a loss in the family, a sick toddler, or something mundane as a broken down car, it always bothers me to no end to see the number of likes the post has generated.
I've researched this issue before; apparently it doesn't mean that 15 of your friends actually "like" the fact that you found your car was broken into, it means that they've read it. But my first thought upon seeing all of those "likes" associated with a story means that these people actually like your misfortune. After all, that's what "like" means. What hasn't Facebook added a "Read" button along with the "like" option, or perhaps a "Dislike"?
It also shows just how lazy some of your online friends are, especially if they just click the "like" button and don't bother to comment. If this person was really your friend, wouldn't you want to send them some well wishes or support, especially if they're going through a tough time? If you have the time to read the entire post & click a button, then you can damn well leave a comment, no matter how short. I don't think it's asking too much, is it?
Perhaps, like so many other things I do, I am getting worked up about a whole lot of nothing. After all, it's just Facebook. But if I ever do share upsetting news with my online friends, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be going off on the person(s) who click the "like" button, especially if they don't bother to leave a comment.
I started writing again today. Just like that.
It's only the prologue, and I'm not going to think about how bad or good it is.
I'm just going to be proud of myself for starting.
&& hopefully this gets the gears starting & running.
I've had ideas for this story for months now, and today at work all I could think about was "I'm going to write today. I'll allow a little time for Pintrest & Facebook, but after that I'm going to write". And I did. I got bored with my other online ventures and I just started writing.
I thought it would be harder to begin at first. I always had a plan in motion of taking my laptop to a coffee shop and being one of "those" people. I just get too distracted here at home, sometimes. But sometimes you have to make the most out of your environment. I'm sure some famous person said that
I can't help but say again how proud I am. And to remind myself that this is only the beginning; don't stop, you just began your journey!
Pretty girls come from the ugliest places You come from the worst of them all
Restless Heart~Matt Hires
.are you there god? It's me Br-haha, jk. You're not there
The fiance & I are going to our first local atheist gathering tonight. I hope there is a good turnout; I'm anxious to meet new people who share my similar views on religion. It would be nice to make some new friends out of this as well. Not that my existing friends aren't supportive of my views. Many, if not all of them are Christian, and while I don't agree with everything associated with their religion, I respect them & their ideals. The good thing is, just like politics, it just never comes into conversation. And I'm OK with that. The (not so?) funny thing is, not too long ago I would have never even thought of declaring myself an actual Atheist, let alone thinking of attending a meeting.
My childhood was consumed by Catholicism. My guardians had Mary & Jesus statues all over the house, rosaries hung casually on each door, we went to church every weekened & every service. I attended the Catholic school attached to the church, and it was ingrained in me that I was to become a nun when I grew up. (In addition to being a teacher/lawyer/doctor) There was no shortage of Bibles around the house, and we even had our own supply of holy water & Eucharistic wafers. Yeahh...needless to say, we could have operated our own church right out of our own home, if my grandmother wouldn't have thought it so blasphemous. They were determined that I be raised correctly in accordance with church values, and that later down the road I would marry a man with those same values, and in turn we would raise our children as I was raised.
At the time I didn't realize I was on the cusp of breaking away from the church. I was quite the curious child; I asked my teachers & church elders dozens of questions, and no amount of dodging questions could squelch my appetite for knowledge, answers. I would witness unchristian-like behavior among my peers that would leave me confused, especially when they didn't reflect on their transgressions. The idea of being controlled by some person in the clouds and being harshly punished for disobeying him was always unsettling to me. If God truly loved me, then what was the harm in letting me live my own life? I was fascinated by science and how it made the world work. Reading through science books and being taught the complete opposite in school, I always leaned more towards the "real & proven" side of things. Of course I prayed like everyone else, especially when things became unbearable. But God to me was more like Santa-I pray for a bigger house. I pray that to be popular. I pray to be skinny & beautiful. I pray to be a celebrity, etc. I never felt that "spiritual connection" that others have exclaimed about.
As I got older, I started to drift more away from the church. I attended the holiday masses mainly to please a family member. I began to study more about philosophy and other religions. Basically I just wanted to be in complete control of myself and in harmony with my soul, my mind, my body, my desires, my dislikes, nature, and other people. All I wanted was to do good unto others and continue being an open person; it didn't & doesn't matter to me your race or sexual orientation. It sounds hippieish but isn't that what religion is supposed to be? Stories in the news of religious protests at funerals and schools, gay "conversion" camps, and other horrible things "done in the name of God" angered me. The flip side of the religious stories angered me too; especially the ones containing themes of "I-lived-a-life-of-sin-then-I-got-into-an-accident-I-visited-heaven-came-back-to-life-and-know-i'm-making-money-off-your-gullible-soul-oops-I-meant-I-saw-the-light-and-became-a-better-man/woman/child". Blech. Why couldn't it be enough just to live a good life for yourself, for your family? It's so simple answering only to yourself, no judgement from above.
Moving away from my suffocating small-town 5 years ago really helped me to break even further any small lingering grasps that the church had held on me. Yes, I was in a state right smackdab in the middle of Mormon country, but my city proudly hosted a PRIDE parade & festival every year, and every one I talked to was accepting, open. Yes, many of them were Christian, but this was an entire new breed! They accepted gay marriage. They believed in the Richard Dawkins theory. They didn't judge my lack of beliefs and didn't convince me to come to their church. Maybe that's what I was looking for back in my childhood. Just an open & accepting environment. Church wasn't supposed to be a fashion runway, or a place to gossip before the service begins. After much researching, if someone asked my religious affiliation I would answer "Existentialist". I still truly believe that WE are in control of our destiny, and it's up to us what kind of life to live.
My fiance has been a big help in my becoming more of an active Atheist. I keep it to myself; the only place I'm going to preach my thoughts is my board on Pintrest. Sometimes it does bug me; I see many FB friends posting religious pictures & thoughts. I always ignore them of course, but I can't help but get the feeling that if I were to post about my true beliefs, some people would be offended & delete me. I know I shouldn't care, but I would hate for religion (or lack thereof) to ruin something good. But perhaps tonight is when I can finally speak my mind at last
I have a reading addiction. A really, really, really serious one.
.that third wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
Last night I went out with friends for the first time since last summer. I was really excited about it all day; I treated myself to a new dress and I spent some extra time on my appearance. Then to my surprise (and ultimate dismay) I saw that we would be joined by another person. A person who plays nice to me in front of others, but who hasn't bothered to hide her dislike of me when alone and online. A person who craves attention so much she has this unfailing need to command others attention, even if she has to go to great lengths to attempt that. A person who has treated my other friend badly at times too (talked about her behind her back, abandoned her when she most needed it, drunkenly embarrassed herself at said friend's wedding, etc) Needless to say, my night took a downhill turn from there.
I don't mean to sound like a jealous ex-girlfriend, or another bitchy girl. But it bothers me so that this girl continues to treat her supposed "BFF" with total disregard for her feelings, and this friend either knows it and pushes it aside, makes excuses for her behavior, or she honestly does not see it as toxic behavior. I feel it is my place, as her friend, to "help her see the light" but another part of me wants my friend to figure it out on her own. Even if it ends up hurting her. Which is has, in the past. This friend has complained to me before of this other girl's behavior and how it's hurt her, and of course I sympathized. Inside I was jumping for joy, overjoyed that my friend had finally seen the light! Alas, these two still continue their friendship.
The three of us used to be a tight-nit trio. We were quite the fixture at parties and events. But as life started to take serious turns in the road, forcing us to grow up, our friendship started to fade away. I still retained my one-on-one friendship with someone, but as for the other girl, her spoiled & entitled attitude began to wear on me. Add to that the fact that she was hurting my other friend's feelings without so much as an apology for her actions. Plus, this girl barely expressed any interest in my life or my issues, which is a basic prerequisite for friendship. I didn't mourn the end of that friendship at all.
Now that I've laid out our history, back to my night out: This girl was cordial to me at the beginning (as was I) but I kept hoping & waiting for her to get a text from some random guy (which is her MO) and abandon my friend & us to go off to "something better". Just my luck, she ended up stringing along for the rest of the night. And as usual, I was made to be the third wheel, just as I was in the past. Once again I wasn't privy to their frequent bathroom trips, their inside jokes, or even the gift of a drink from them. Secrets weren't whispered in my ear, laughter wasn't shared, pictures weren't taken with my arms wrapped around them. I vowed to myself, as I used to do, to not allow their behavior to affect me again. I was with my fiance, I felt beautiful, screw them right? Too late-I could feel myself feeling like I used to, a small little mouse huddled in the corner, begging for the little bit of cheese offered to her, knowing even that it's slightly poisoned, but you just need a nibble so badly. It really put a damper on my evening; I hated myself for feeling this way, and them for making me feel this way. (BTW-like it's totally rude to invite yourself to MY movie night with L) Sometimes I would get the courageous thought to take charge myself, whisk my friend away to the dance floor or wherever, but with those two attached at the hip...
It's always been this way, these two cocooning themselves in their own little "bestial" world-they would go off to parties that I apparently wasn't privy to, sharing inside jokes and stories, sharing trips to the bathroom, buying each other drinks, creating online photo albums of their adventures, holding movie nights. I thought we were a trio! used to run through my mind in those days. Why aren't I cool enough to hang out with you? A part of me can look back now and see it from this girl's POV; how she must have felt when my friend and I would do our own thing without her. But it didn't come close to their twosome activities. I kept hoping (selfishly perhaps) that my friend would realize how much of a good influence I was for her, how I always had her best interests at heart, how loyal I was. I so much desired her to cut the ties to this other girl, once and for all. They were for a while. But just recently they have decided to patch things together again.
I honestly have no clue on what to do. It's not like I'm going to distance myself from this friend if she continues to be friends with this girl; that's immature and it's her life. I think it's asking a lot to ask her not to have this other girl around when we hang out; especially if she can't see her faults as clearly as I can. If and when we should all get together, I will play nice. But I'm also getting sick and tired of having people make me feel this way. Unfortunately there's no Third Wheel for Dummies book in the market yet.
I would just like to extend 2 big middle fingers to the IRS. I hope you enjoy my tax return again this year, you greedy government fat cats!
Yes, I googled "how to make eggs". I've never made them before! It's all a part of a Valentines surprise for James tonight ;)