So I went to Pride yesterday and today with Matt C, Nick C, Vivi N, and Derrick Q. Basically followed Vivi the whole weekend (part of our group's working buddy system). Spent Saturday night/Sunday morning in a nice hotel in Union Square.
SF Pride was a mixed bag. Saturday was great! Sunday could have been better, but it also could have been worse. Now, I'm absolutely exhausted in many ways.
Saturday, the four of us BARTed up from Fremont. We checked out the festival in the afternoon. A few of us got some food. At one point, Vivi and I lost the guys. We did run into Amirissa (I know her from ST, and Vivi knows her from SJSU). Later in the day, she and I went to see the Dyke March. Ran into a former SJSU classmate and her girlfriend :) I remember running into her the first time I went to Pride back in 2009. After, met up with Harrison and Jen. Spent a while with them. Vivi and I just chilled in the hotel room afterward. Her friend, Olivia P, joined us. Took the MUNI. Checked out the Pink Party. Not what we expected. Thought it would be crazier. Met back up with the guys before they headed to Gameboi. Last thing Vivi, Olivia, and I did on Saturday night was eat dinner at King of Thai. Great food.
Vivi and I got back to the hotel a little after midnight. Cleaned up and got ready for bed. I had some Smirnoff Ice, Sour Apple Bite. Tasty. We were lying on the bed, talking for a while.
It was a good day and night up until that point.
After that, various conversations in which Vivi and I partook changed the atmosphere of our weekend. A lot of anger, sadness, resentment, and other negative states culminated in a tense early Sunday morning. Two instances of a friend storming out of the room. The first time, Vivi and I took after our friend. The second time, we didn't know what to do. So everyone in the room just stayed in and waited. There were few if any constructive conversations, which made me really sad. It was also difficult to watch my friends be hurt and hurt each other in whatever way they did. I didn't know what to do, except to lie in bed, wait, and watch.
Oh, we had two extra guests in the room, which did not take anything away from the tension. Instead, they probably added to it.
No one slept before 4 or 5 in the morning. I stayed awake much of the morning because I couldn't get to sleep until the sun started to come up. Awoke at 8:15 and stayed up listening to my iPod and just thinking about my friends. I texted a few friends, whom I had planned to meet with during the parade, to tell them I couldn't hang out with them. I felt sad to do that, but I was in no mood nor did I have the energy to go searching for more friends. I hate canceling on people, but I didn't think it would be right for me to bring them down with my mood. Seriously, I was so unhappy...
Morning was relatively quiet. Strained conversation. A friend's quick departure to the festival.
The rest of us took our time to get ready and to check out of the room. Went to eat breakfast/lunch at King of Thai. Then went to the festival. Met up with two friends for a short while. Then headed to the API stage. Saw Brian D and Trung N there (long time, no see). Didn't get to catch up, and don't know when we will have an opportunity to do so. Spent the next 1.5 hours near the API stage. Some good and bad singing. Great dance performances. Frustrations and impatience increased while we were here. Then we all decided to go home.
BARTing home. Crowded. Cramped. But quick. Unhappy energy. I fell asleep because of the lack of sleep I had.
This weekend was supposed to help me de-stress after the week I've had. Though, when I had gone to Matt's place to sleep over Friday night, I didn't really feel like going anymore. But I went because we had all made plans to go together, and I didn't want to throw a wrench into that just because I wasn't happy about my week. Saturday was worth it. I got rid of a lot of stress and gained some wonderful memories. Sunday, beginning sometime after midnight, distressed me more than it helped me de-stress. All the tension that I felt slip away a little on Saturday came back threefold on Sunday. The tension ebbed and flowed Sunday, but it was constantly there.
There was a lot of good this weekend, but I feel like today was too much for me. I focused on the good when I could. But the bad just kept poking its head in. Being surrounded by thousands of people did not help me. I could feel my anxiety increase throughout the day...
Now I'm home. I'm tired. My brain is functioning well below normal capacity. The tight feeling in my chest isn't tightening, but it hasn't disappeared.
I hope my friends can find their peace. Even if just a little bit. Some peace would be better than none.
I started off this weekend really only worried about one friend/person. It's ending with me worried about at least two more. And I'm still trying to remember that I can't change my friends' lives. I can only give what I can in terms of observation, support, encouraging words, constructive advice, and realistic viewpoints.
I still wish people could at least try to talk to each other openly, honestly, and without prejudice. It's difficult, but it often gets you somewhere. Shutting people out and avoiding confrontation hurts everyone involved.
But we can't change people. We can't make them act or think differently just because we want them to. But that doesn't mean we can't tell them what we think or believe. How they take what we say depends on them. Hopefully, it's with an open mind.
What I feel right now is unhappiness. Helplessness. Worry. But also some hope that things will get better. Even if they don't, I have to remember life goes on and we go on with it. I'm still learning not to dwell. Still learning to let go. Still learning to move on. I hope I'm getting better at these.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Another friendship on hold.
My self-care went out the window this week. I only ate a small breakfast yesterday. I ignored my hunger because I didn't feel like eating. Ugh. I think I'm in a depression again.
I feel a little better today though. Eating breakfast didn't make me feel sick.
I'm struggling between being in a good place and a not-so-good place. Good place because I'm fulfilling my resolution of being more honest. Bad place because doing so meant I'd hurt someone else.
I'm fighting the urge to just keep things to myself again. Just to save other people's feelings.
I don't want to hurt other people, but I don't want to be hurt either. I used to just take the hurt that my friends caused me because I thought my hurt wasn't a big deal and I didn't want to make my friends feel bad. But that meant they'd do it again because they wouldn't know or acknowledge that what they said or did hurt me. Gradually, I'd just be used to it and ignore its damage. Now, I don't even remember what my friends said or did that hurt me.
This feels like a battle between caring about myself and caring about my friends.
I didn't want to make her feel bad or guilty. I just wanted her to know what I was thinking and feeling. Maybe I should have waited. Maybe I should have changed what I said. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Because she's feeling like shit because I had to tell her she hurt me.
Why couldn't I just let it go?
Why can't I let this situation go now?
I don't want to lose a friend. I can understand friends growing apart. But I don't want to lose a friend this way. When we haven't tried to resolve anything. The problem's been presented. Now we're not solving it. I want us to talk and solve it. I don't want to leave the problem there and never deal with it. I used to do that. I don't want to do that anymore. Why is she making us do that?
Ugh. Why am I blaming her? I'm antagonizing her.
I hope I don't build up resentment toward her for not dealing with this with me. Shutting me out and feeling shitty doesn't make anything better. Makes me feel worse than I originally did. Doesn't help her feel better. Her Facebook statuses let me know she's feeling shitty and has no one to talk to. All I can do is think to myself that I still want to be there for her. But I can't talk to her. She wants time and space to think. But she's not sure she'll ever talk to me again.
I hope our friendship resumes and gets better.
I wonder what I've done wrong. Because if I did something better, maybe she'd talk to me.
I feel a little better today though. Eating breakfast didn't make me feel sick.
I'm struggling between being in a good place and a not-so-good place. Good place because I'm fulfilling my resolution of being more honest. Bad place because doing so meant I'd hurt someone else.
I'm fighting the urge to just keep things to myself again. Just to save other people's feelings.
I don't want to hurt other people, but I don't want to be hurt either. I used to just take the hurt that my friends caused me because I thought my hurt wasn't a big deal and I didn't want to make my friends feel bad. But that meant they'd do it again because they wouldn't know or acknowledge that what they said or did hurt me. Gradually, I'd just be used to it and ignore its damage. Now, I don't even remember what my friends said or did that hurt me.
This feels like a battle between caring about myself and caring about my friends.
I didn't want to make her feel bad or guilty. I just wanted her to know what I was thinking and feeling. Maybe I should have waited. Maybe I should have changed what I said. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Because she's feeling like shit because I had to tell her she hurt me.
Why couldn't I just let it go?
Why can't I let this situation go now?
I don't want to lose a friend. I can understand friends growing apart. But I don't want to lose a friend this way. When we haven't tried to resolve anything. The problem's been presented. Now we're not solving it. I want us to talk and solve it. I don't want to leave the problem there and never deal with it. I used to do that. I don't want to do that anymore. Why is she making us do that?
Ugh. Why am I blaming her? I'm antagonizing her.
I hope I don't build up resentment toward her for not dealing with this with me. Shutting me out and feeling shitty doesn't make anything better. Makes me feel worse than I originally did. Doesn't help her feel better. Her Facebook statuses let me know she's feeling shitty and has no one to talk to. All I can do is think to myself that I still want to be there for her. But I can't talk to her. She wants time and space to think. But she's not sure she'll ever talk to me again.
I hope our friendship resumes and gets better.
I wonder what I've done wrong. Because if I did something better, maybe she'd talk to me.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Landmines and Eggshells
There are landmines everywhere. I can't run. I can't even walk or crawl through it. I'm too scared to take a step. I've been carefully walking through for who knows how long. Stepped on a few dead landmines. Some landmines got triggered on their own, but I managed to dodge the severest damage. Or at least I think so. Maybe there's hidden shrapnel that I can't feel. I rarely think about the danger and damage, and I get through my days just fine.
I have my days where I'm terrified to attempt to walk through the fields. Today is one of those days.
Who set these landmines? People. Who else? I'm one of those people. I set landmines too. I don't remember setting them. Maybe I do it in my sleep. Maybe I black out and do it when I won't remember.
I set my landmines close to home. I think most of the landmines I have to be careful about were set by me. I set landmines around my friends too. I'm sorry. I have an obsession with landmines and explosions, but I have a great fear of them too. Trying to walk through the field to get to friends is so difficult. Why are there landmines and eggshells between us?
The eggshells that are strewn all across the ground don't help. Each crunch makes me wary of the next step. Each crunch is a reminder that the next step could destroy something.
On my feeling-brave days, I stride through the field, over the eggshells, crunching without a care. I'm surprised I've survived those days. On my normal days, I... I don't know how I survive my normal days. I get through them. But I don't know how I've done it.
But I'm still alive. My friends, for the most part, are still alive. Even though, I set those mines around them. Why did I set those things near the people I love the most?
I know I didn't put the eggshells there. They were there before I came along. But it feels like the amount of eggshells on the ground increased after I came along. There are just so many eggshells, and I can't count them all. I don't know how many there are. So maybe they haven't grown in number.
Just a field of landmines and eggshells that never changes. But I walk through it every day. We all walk through it every day. Some of us are better at avoiding the eggshells and the landmines. I used to be really good at it. Or I thought I was. Maybe I'm not that good.
It's funny. I think I've set off my own mines more often than I've set off anyone else's. You would think that I'd know how to avoid the ones I set. After all, I should know where they are. But I guess I forgot. The crunching doesn't help with the remembering. I stop to think about the landmines. But I have such bad balance even when I'm standing. I crunch the eggshells anyway. By accident. Because I can't stand still. Constant crunching. It interferes with my ability to recall.
I'm letting the eggshells distract me. But they're loud. Or their crunching is loud to me. I think the crunching echoes. So distracting.
I should probably pay more attention to the landmines. But the eggshells... They crunch under my feet. I haven't exploded yet. But the crunching... There's always crunching.
Sometimes, I think it's the eggshells that trigger the landmines that I manage to avoid. But how is that possible? They're eggshells. They're practically weightless. Unless there's a great quantity of them. So maybe that means the eggshells are increasing. Maybe there's so much that their weight is great enough to trigger the mines.
Who's throwing the eggshells onto the field of mines? Where do we get the eggs? How do we get the eggs when we're standing in the middle of the fucking minefield? Why are we standing in the middle of a giant field of mines? How can we continue to afford to set these landmines? Landmines aren't cheap. Neither are eggs.
I have my days where I'm terrified to attempt to walk through the fields. Today is one of those days.
Who set these landmines? People. Who else? I'm one of those people. I set landmines too. I don't remember setting them. Maybe I do it in my sleep. Maybe I black out and do it when I won't remember.
I set my landmines close to home. I think most of the landmines I have to be careful about were set by me. I set landmines around my friends too. I'm sorry. I have an obsession with landmines and explosions, but I have a great fear of them too. Trying to walk through the field to get to friends is so difficult. Why are there landmines and eggshells between us?
The eggshells that are strewn all across the ground don't help. Each crunch makes me wary of the next step. Each crunch is a reminder that the next step could destroy something.
On my feeling-brave days, I stride through the field, over the eggshells, crunching without a care. I'm surprised I've survived those days. On my normal days, I... I don't know how I survive my normal days. I get through them. But I don't know how I've done it.
But I'm still alive. My friends, for the most part, are still alive. Even though, I set those mines around them. Why did I set those things near the people I love the most?
I know I didn't put the eggshells there. They were there before I came along. But it feels like the amount of eggshells on the ground increased after I came along. There are just so many eggshells, and I can't count them all. I don't know how many there are. So maybe they haven't grown in number.
Just a field of landmines and eggshells that never changes. But I walk through it every day. We all walk through it every day. Some of us are better at avoiding the eggshells and the landmines. I used to be really good at it. Or I thought I was. Maybe I'm not that good.
It's funny. I think I've set off my own mines more often than I've set off anyone else's. You would think that I'd know how to avoid the ones I set. After all, I should know where they are. But I guess I forgot. The crunching doesn't help with the remembering. I stop to think about the landmines. But I have such bad balance even when I'm standing. I crunch the eggshells anyway. By accident. Because I can't stand still. Constant crunching. It interferes with my ability to recall.
I'm letting the eggshells distract me. But they're loud. Or their crunching is loud to me. I think the crunching echoes. So distracting.
I should probably pay more attention to the landmines. But the eggshells... They crunch under my feet. I haven't exploded yet. But the crunching... There's always crunching.
Sometimes, I think it's the eggshells that trigger the landmines that I manage to avoid. But how is that possible? They're eggshells. They're practically weightless. Unless there's a great quantity of them. So maybe that means the eggshells are increasing. Maybe there's so much that their weight is great enough to trigger the mines.
Who's throwing the eggshells onto the field of mines? Where do we get the eggs? How do we get the eggs when we're standing in the middle of the fucking minefield? Why are we standing in the middle of a giant field of mines? How can we continue to afford to set these landmines? Landmines aren't cheap. Neither are eggs.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I guess I'm still upset about yesterday. I couldn't sleep well.
I went to bed at 10 like usual, slept for about an hour, was awake until 4, and was in and out of sleep until 7 when I decided to just get up. Music usually helps me sleep, but it did nothing for me this morning.
I just laid there, thinking and making monologues in my head. I don't know why I have so much anger about yesterday. I normally let things go pretty easily, especially when it comes to friends. But this, I don't know why it wouldn't let me sleep. Why am I letting myself dwell on this?
I guess I still feel hurt. I don't know why I always have to be the one to bring an issue up with my friends when they're the ones who have an issue with me. I never know there's a problem until later, after they've vented to someone else or given me the cold shoulder. I have to be the one to search for the clues they didn't give me. I have to be the one to walk up to them and make them tell me what's wrong. Why can't they just tell me to my face that they have a problem with me? Why do I have to guess? Why do I have to just happen to find out someone's got a problem with me?
Yeah, this doesn't happen very often. But when it does happen, it makes me wonder how much my friends really value our friendships, how much they value me. It makes me wonder if the reason why it doesn't happen often is that most of my friends are just good at hiding things from me.
Why am I dwelling? It's not even that big of a deal. I'm going to get over this by next week at the latest.
I'm starting to feel like crap. But I think that's just the lack of sleep getting to me.
My friends are always wondering why I can't take compliments. Yesterday has made me realize that I have a hard time believing them. Yesterday is proof that some people really don't believe the nice things they say. They're just nice things to say. I don't know how a person can say that someone's a wonderful person but then is so quick to disparage that person without good reason or even warning.
I dunno. Maybe I'm the one in the wrong, and I just can't see it. I wouldn't know. I'm biased for myself.
I went to bed at 10 like usual, slept for about an hour, was awake until 4, and was in and out of sleep until 7 when I decided to just get up. Music usually helps me sleep, but it did nothing for me this morning.
I just laid there, thinking and making monologues in my head. I don't know why I have so much anger about yesterday. I normally let things go pretty easily, especially when it comes to friends. But this, I don't know why it wouldn't let me sleep. Why am I letting myself dwell on this?
I guess I still feel hurt. I don't know why I always have to be the one to bring an issue up with my friends when they're the ones who have an issue with me. I never know there's a problem until later, after they've vented to someone else or given me the cold shoulder. I have to be the one to search for the clues they didn't give me. I have to be the one to walk up to them and make them tell me what's wrong. Why can't they just tell me to my face that they have a problem with me? Why do I have to guess? Why do I have to just happen to find out someone's got a problem with me?
Yeah, this doesn't happen very often. But when it does happen, it makes me wonder how much my friends really value our friendships, how much they value me. It makes me wonder if the reason why it doesn't happen often is that most of my friends are just good at hiding things from me.
Why am I dwelling? It's not even that big of a deal. I'm going to get over this by next week at the latest.
I'm starting to feel like crap. But I think that's just the lack of sleep getting to me.
My friends are always wondering why I can't take compliments. Yesterday has made me realize that I have a hard time believing them. Yesterday is proof that some people really don't believe the nice things they say. They're just nice things to say. I don't know how a person can say that someone's a wonderful person but then is so quick to disparage that person without good reason or even warning.
I dunno. Maybe I'm the one in the wrong, and I just can't see it. I wouldn't know. I'm biased for myself.
Monday, June 18, 2012
What I'm up to right now.
One moment in a day doesn't tell you much about my day, my week, or my life...
I'm going over details that aren't really important, but I'm going over them anyway. Helps to clear the head.
I've been going to bed by 10PM. I've been good with that sleep schedule. Waking up at 7AM is an obstacle though. Or rather getting up at 7AM is. It's really hit or miss. Some days I'm up at 7; other days I'm not. I will become an early bird again. The only exceptions to this sleep schedule are the nights where I go out dancing or just chilling with friends. But otherwise, my 10PM bedtime is just lovely.
I've started going to a chiropractor. Stephen Cain is his name. Relatively new to the business. Very friendly. I've been going for about two weeks now. So my word might just be exaggerated optimism. But if anything, I feel a lot better. That could just be coinciding with the improvements I'm trying to make in my life. But Dr Cain has helped reduced some of the pain I've been having in my lower back. Low pressure adjustments ftw! Dr Cain is also very knowledgeable, and I've learned quite a bit about healthy living. Like, don't crack your neck or your back even if it feels good. You're most likely cracking areas of your spine that don't need it. And the areas that need it don't get the necessary attention because of the condition that they're in. I really can't explain it that well haha, but if you go to chiro, you will learn loads. And if you want a recommendation, I say Crossroads Health Center in Campbell is the place to go :)
I've also started practicing guitar. Kinda. Shiva has let me borrow her mini guitar, which gets out of tune really quickly haha. I also have trouble keeping it in place on my lap. I think I may take Vivi's old guitar after all just so I can hold it more easily. But for now, I'm practicing on the mini guitar. It's adorable. I started on Saturday. I'm using lessons from YouTuber Justin (what was his last name?). I'm practicing three chords. D, A, and E. When I get those three without as much duress as I do now, I'll move onto C and G. My left forearm and shoulder get sore, but I'm probably just tensing my arm too much while reaching the correct strings. It's so difficult >.< because I'm either leaning on another string with my finger or I'm not pressing hard enough. Adjusting one finger usually means I misalign another finger on a string. Blah. I will get this! And my arm will stop tensing as much and maybe even get stronger :D But yes, guitar is fun. Yay for a real hobby! Mother approves of it because she thinks that means I won't leave the house as often. Like I'm only going to leave my house once a month XP
I'm going to SF Pride this weekend with Matt C, Nick C, and Vivi N. That's going to be fun. I'm planning to meet up with quite a few people :) Matt and Nick will go to GaMeBoi Saturday night, whereas Vivi and I will chill with her SF friend and probably attend the Pink Party. I've only been to Pride once. And that was on a Sunday in 2009 with Brian and Trung (I miss those two, but it seems like Brian is ignoring me on Facebook). I'm excited to be going again, and this time it's with college friends. I don't know what to expect this weekend, but I hope it will be full of wonderful :) Haha maybe I'll wear my rainbow lei and wristband this weekend.
I've been reading Dracula by Bram Stoker. Didn't think I was going to understand the novel too well, but I actually do haha. And I'm enjoying it greatly. I have less than a hundred pages left ): I'm partially rooting for Dracula just because he's an intelligent vampire and the main characters did something really stupid (and sexist). Totally saw the new challenge to the characters coming as soon as they made that one decision. Alas, what is to be expected of those living in a patriarchal world?
Oh yeah. I've also been applying for jobs. But that's probably obvious from one of my recent posts. Maybe looking into my friend connections to find a job. We'll see how things pan out.
Hmm, what else? I can't think of much. I'm probably getting a haircut on Wednesday with Matt. I'm gonna see if I can get the hair-person to cut my hair shorter than last time <.< Even if it makes me look like a boy XP
I always feel like I have so much to say at the beginning of a blog post. As I'm writing, I forget what I wanted to write about and feel like I'm just blabbering on to fill the endless space. But that's what a lot of us do, isn't it? Takes me back to the thought that conversations are really just meaningless sequences of phrases that just happen to make sense together. Or not.
I'm going over details that aren't really important, but I'm going over them anyway. Helps to clear the head.
I've been going to bed by 10PM. I've been good with that sleep schedule. Waking up at 7AM is an obstacle though. Or rather getting up at 7AM is. It's really hit or miss. Some days I'm up at 7; other days I'm not. I will become an early bird again. The only exceptions to this sleep schedule are the nights where I go out dancing or just chilling with friends. But otherwise, my 10PM bedtime is just lovely.
I've started going to a chiropractor. Stephen Cain is his name. Relatively new to the business. Very friendly. I've been going for about two weeks now. So my word might just be exaggerated optimism. But if anything, I feel a lot better. That could just be coinciding with the improvements I'm trying to make in my life. But Dr Cain has helped reduced some of the pain I've been having in my lower back. Low pressure adjustments ftw! Dr Cain is also very knowledgeable, and I've learned quite a bit about healthy living. Like, don't crack your neck or your back even if it feels good. You're most likely cracking areas of your spine that don't need it. And the areas that need it don't get the necessary attention because of the condition that they're in. I really can't explain it that well haha, but if you go to chiro, you will learn loads. And if you want a recommendation, I say Crossroads Health Center in Campbell is the place to go :)
I've also started practicing guitar. Kinda. Shiva has let me borrow her mini guitar, which gets out of tune really quickly haha. I also have trouble keeping it in place on my lap. I think I may take Vivi's old guitar after all just so I can hold it more easily. But for now, I'm practicing on the mini guitar. It's adorable. I started on Saturday. I'm using lessons from YouTuber Justin (what was his last name?). I'm practicing three chords. D, A, and E. When I get those three without as much duress as I do now, I'll move onto C and G. My left forearm and shoulder get sore, but I'm probably just tensing my arm too much while reaching the correct strings. It's so difficult >.< because I'm either leaning on another string with my finger or I'm not pressing hard enough. Adjusting one finger usually means I misalign another finger on a string. Blah. I will get this! And my arm will stop tensing as much and maybe even get stronger :D But yes, guitar is fun. Yay for a real hobby! Mother approves of it because she thinks that means I won't leave the house as often. Like I'm only going to leave my house once a month XP
I'm going to SF Pride this weekend with Matt C, Nick C, and Vivi N. That's going to be fun. I'm planning to meet up with quite a few people :) Matt and Nick will go to GaMeBoi Saturday night, whereas Vivi and I will chill with her SF friend and probably attend the Pink Party. I've only been to Pride once. And that was on a Sunday in 2009 with Brian and Trung (I miss those two, but it seems like Brian is ignoring me on Facebook). I'm excited to be going again, and this time it's with college friends. I don't know what to expect this weekend, but I hope it will be full of wonderful :) Haha maybe I'll wear my rainbow lei and wristband this weekend.
I've been reading Dracula by Bram Stoker. Didn't think I was going to understand the novel too well, but I actually do haha. And I'm enjoying it greatly. I have less than a hundred pages left ): I'm partially rooting for Dracula just because he's an intelligent vampire and the main characters did something really stupid (and sexist). Totally saw the new challenge to the characters coming as soon as they made that one decision. Alas, what is to be expected of those living in a patriarchal world?
Oh yeah. I've also been applying for jobs. But that's probably obvious from one of my recent posts. Maybe looking into my friend connections to find a job. We'll see how things pan out.
Hmm, what else? I can't think of much. I'm probably getting a haircut on Wednesday with Matt. I'm gonna see if I can get the hair-person to cut my hair shorter than last time <.< Even if it makes me look like a boy XP
I always feel like I have so much to say at the beginning of a blog post. As I'm writing, I forget what I wanted to write about and feel like I'm just blabbering on to fill the endless space. But that's what a lot of us do, isn't it? Takes me back to the thought that conversations are really just meaningless sequences of phrases that just happen to make sense together. Or not.
Maybe I'm just a bad friend.
I'm fucking pissed.
No, I'm not pissed. I'm irritated. And I'm hurt.
I was the target of a Facebook status rant. Something that I had addressed on Facebook about a week ago. Shows how seriously some people take me, I guess.
I don't know why people can't talk to me face-to-face when they have a problem with me. Instead of fucking making me guess and wonder if I should say something or let it go. Instead of sharing the problem with uninvolved people before letting me know it's a problem I should deal with.
I can't work on the fucking problem if I don't know I'm a part of the problem. We can't work things out if I don't know how you're interpreting what I've said or done. So let me know!
People have a problem with me being distant or pushing them away/ignoring them. I don't push people away anymore. I definitely don't ignore them. It's more like I've been trying to pull people into my life and surround myself with them, but I've never been comfortable being around people all the time. So now, I'm just being me for real, someone who doesn't like to interact with others that much. I still try to surround myself with people, but on most days, I would rather be alone and not talk to people. So I apologize if this abrupt change in behavior makes you feel like I'm pushing you away. I'm not. This is me embracing my real nature instead of trying to force it into something different. Before, I would always want to go out because I felt trapped at home and I wanted to have friends (going out a lot meant having a lot of friends). But now, I know I have good friends in my life, and I would much rather stay in and not be surrounded by people; I don't have a need to always have them around to make me feel like I'm important. I would rather not always be in constant contact with people. Granted, I still don't like being at home. But being alone makes me feel better now. I'm not lonely when I'm alone (haha Kelly Clarkson reference).
Most of my friends understand that we can't always talk but we're still there for each other. I've learned that about me and my friends from high school. I'm learning that about me and my college friends. And I'm hoping my college friends are learning that too.
Personal self-improvement is making me into a different person. I'm different from who I was at the beginning of 2012. I'm different from who I was in February and March. If I had to put a time frame on it, I'd say April was the month of big changes for me. Both good and bad. And I'm pulling myself up from the all the bad that I've been through. The changes that go along with that include me becoming more open yet closing myself off in other ways.
Blah. This started off as a rant about ambiguous Facebook attacks, and I didn't even really get there.
I dunno. I just feel attacked, even though she took off the status soon after she posted it. But I saw it anyway, and I copied it. I felt like it could have been directed toward me. So I asked her via Facebook message if it was directed at me. First thing she did was lie and say it wasn't. But the truth came out eventually that it was about me. And I told her how the whole thing made me feel. I didn't tell her completely how I felt because I wanted to know what issues we were having that I wasn't aware of. I focused on the issue. She said her part. I said mine. That was that. I was too angry to continue saying anything. So we've stopped talking. But I hope she really understood where I was coming from.
I haven't made any attempts to ignore her. All I ever did was tell her if I was busy when she'd contact me. Then she'd stop contacting me, even if I said "I'm busy, but what's up?"
Ahh, I dunno. Am I pushing people away? Maybe I'm misinterpreting myself. Maybe I really am horrible at communication. I thought I'd been improving that, especially after what's happened before this. I've been talking to a lot of different people over the course of the past two months about how to improve myself in various areas. I know I'm making progress, and I know I regress. But I'm fucking trying to become a better person and a better friend. I know I'll make mistakes, but if I make them, people have to point them out to me because I can't see everything that I do wrong.
I'm still that teddy bear that people can share their problems with. That won't change. What's changed is this teddy bear can't always there because teddy bears have their own tea parties to attend and sometimes they get lost too.
Maybe I just fail as a friend because I made her feel like I was pushing her away. Maybe that's my fault. Maybe she's not misinterpreting. Maybe... But I still want to be there for her.
Now I don't know if I'm being a good friend or not. Now I'm too emotional to think.
No, I'm not pissed. I'm irritated. And I'm hurt.
I was the target of a Facebook status rant. Something that I had addressed on Facebook about a week ago. Shows how seriously some people take me, I guess.
I don't know why people can't talk to me face-to-face when they have a problem with me. Instead of fucking making me guess and wonder if I should say something or let it go. Instead of sharing the problem with uninvolved people before letting me know it's a problem I should deal with.
I can't work on the fucking problem if I don't know I'm a part of the problem. We can't work things out if I don't know how you're interpreting what I've said or done. So let me know!
People have a problem with me being distant or pushing them away/ignoring them. I don't push people away anymore. I definitely don't ignore them. It's more like I've been trying to pull people into my life and surround myself with them, but I've never been comfortable being around people all the time. So now, I'm just being me for real, someone who doesn't like to interact with others that much. I still try to surround myself with people, but on most days, I would rather be alone and not talk to people. So I apologize if this abrupt change in behavior makes you feel like I'm pushing you away. I'm not. This is me embracing my real nature instead of trying to force it into something different. Before, I would always want to go out because I felt trapped at home and I wanted to have friends (going out a lot meant having a lot of friends). But now, I know I have good friends in my life, and I would much rather stay in and not be surrounded by people; I don't have a need to always have them around to make me feel like I'm important. I would rather not always be in constant contact with people. Granted, I still don't like being at home. But being alone makes me feel better now. I'm not lonely when I'm alone (haha Kelly Clarkson reference).
Most of my friends understand that we can't always talk but we're still there for each other. I've learned that about me and my friends from high school. I'm learning that about me and my college friends. And I'm hoping my college friends are learning that too.
Personal self-improvement is making me into a different person. I'm different from who I was at the beginning of 2012. I'm different from who I was in February and March. If I had to put a time frame on it, I'd say April was the month of big changes for me. Both good and bad. And I'm pulling myself up from the all the bad that I've been through. The changes that go along with that include me becoming more open yet closing myself off in other ways.
Blah. This started off as a rant about ambiguous Facebook attacks, and I didn't even really get there.
I dunno. I just feel attacked, even though she took off the status soon after she posted it. But I saw it anyway, and I copied it. I felt like it could have been directed toward me. So I asked her via Facebook message if it was directed at me. First thing she did was lie and say it wasn't. But the truth came out eventually that it was about me. And I told her how the whole thing made me feel. I didn't tell her completely how I felt because I wanted to know what issues we were having that I wasn't aware of. I focused on the issue. She said her part. I said mine. That was that. I was too angry to continue saying anything. So we've stopped talking. But I hope she really understood where I was coming from.
I haven't made any attempts to ignore her. All I ever did was tell her if I was busy when she'd contact me. Then she'd stop contacting me, even if I said "I'm busy, but what's up?"
Ahh, I dunno. Am I pushing people away? Maybe I'm misinterpreting myself. Maybe I really am horrible at communication. I thought I'd been improving that, especially after what's happened before this. I've been talking to a lot of different people over the course of the past two months about how to improve myself in various areas. I know I'm making progress, and I know I regress. But I'm fucking trying to become a better person and a better friend. I know I'll make mistakes, but if I make them, people have to point them out to me because I can't see everything that I do wrong.
I'm still that teddy bear that people can share their problems with. That won't change. What's changed is this teddy bear can't always there because teddy bears have their own tea parties to attend and sometimes they get lost too.
Maybe I just fail as a friend because I made her feel like I was pushing her away. Maybe that's my fault. Maybe she's not misinterpreting. Maybe... But I still want to be there for her.
Now I don't know if I'm being a good friend or not. Now I'm too emotional to think.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Car troubles
We, as people, are so attached to material possessions. Especially newly bought items.
A new car. A new scratch on your new car? No, that means the end of the world.
If someone scratches your car, how would you feel? Mother would feel like it was a personal attack on her. Maybe it was.
How would I feel? I wouldn't even notice the scratch. Someone would have to point it out to me. Even then, I wouldn't react. I'd acknowledge the damage and continue driving the car.
It's a car. You take care of it as best as you can. If stuff happens to it, you deal with it when it happens. You don't become too scared to drive your car anywhere ever again. It would be a pointless car if it wasn't driven.
I'm irritated. My car is supposed to be my car. Except I'm getting in trouble for the little bits of damage that happen to it. Why? I'm not complaining. And it's supposed to be my car. It's not Mother's car. She's not the one who has to drive it. She doesn't even have to look at the car. Still, I get in trouble for the damages that aren't important. Scratches don't destroy the car's ability to function.
They should have listened to me when I said I just wanted a car that works well and doesn't have to look amazing on the outside. No, they should have listened to me when I said I didn't want a car. They should have listened when I said all I wanted was to be able to get myself to places. That didn't mean I needed a car. I explained that to them, but they wouldn't listen to me. They just had to let me walk, bike, take the bus or light rail, or just figure out some way to get to places. But no, they wouldn't let me. They wanted me to have a car.
So I have a car, which I am grateful for. I'm also grateful for the gas money and all the repairs my family has paid for. What I'm not grateful for are the "I told you you shouldn't have bought this car," "You're a terrible driver, but you have to drive me where I want to go," "You're destroying your car," "Don't take your car out. I'll drive you instead," "Don't drive your friends. Oh, but drive me," "Don't waste gas, but drive me here, here, and all the way over here," and all that crap.
I'm complaining. I'll stop. I just wish she'd stop criticizing me and blaming me for everything. Or making me feel like she's blaming me or making me feel like everything's my fault. Because I'm starting to believe it.
A new car. A new scratch on your new car? No, that means the end of the world.
If someone scratches your car, how would you feel? Mother would feel like it was a personal attack on her. Maybe it was.
How would I feel? I wouldn't even notice the scratch. Someone would have to point it out to me. Even then, I wouldn't react. I'd acknowledge the damage and continue driving the car.
It's a car. You take care of it as best as you can. If stuff happens to it, you deal with it when it happens. You don't become too scared to drive your car anywhere ever again. It would be a pointless car if it wasn't driven.
I'm irritated. My car is supposed to be my car. Except I'm getting in trouble for the little bits of damage that happen to it. Why? I'm not complaining. And it's supposed to be my car. It's not Mother's car. She's not the one who has to drive it. She doesn't even have to look at the car. Still, I get in trouble for the damages that aren't important. Scratches don't destroy the car's ability to function.
They should have listened to me when I said I just wanted a car that works well and doesn't have to look amazing on the outside. No, they should have listened to me when I said I didn't want a car. They should have listened when I said all I wanted was to be able to get myself to places. That didn't mean I needed a car. I explained that to them, but they wouldn't listen to me. They just had to let me walk, bike, take the bus or light rail, or just figure out some way to get to places. But no, they wouldn't let me. They wanted me to have a car.
So I have a car, which I am grateful for. I'm also grateful for the gas money and all the repairs my family has paid for. What I'm not grateful for are the "I told you you shouldn't have bought this car," "You're a terrible driver, but you have to drive me where I want to go," "You're destroying your car," "Don't take your car out. I'll drive you instead," "Don't drive your friends. Oh, but drive me," "Don't waste gas, but drive me here, here, and all the way over here," and all that crap.
I'm complaining. I'll stop. I just wish she'd stop criticizing me and blaming me for everything. Or making me feel like she's blaming me or making me feel like everything's my fault. Because I'm starting to believe it.
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