Monthly Archives: March 2017

It’s the little things

Been enjoying the witchy vibes today after a crazy week.  Class hasn’t killed me *yet* and I’m getting caught up around the apartment and am cooking more, birthday plans have been published with plenty of notice, and Shaun is coming up to visit me before he starts a new job.

And Mike was posting nice things online and she wrote a thing that made me feel so good: “You are fierce, you are a fighter. You live with chronic illness and you do NOT let it keep you from succeeding and being successful. Also, you are one of the most attractive people I know. You have this heart shaped face that just looks so wonderful with your hair.”

I feel the love. T^T them feels, yo.

Across Time

I went back in time to look for you and was crossing a bridge to downtown Mesa but it was more like downtown Bellevue without water. There were pretty lights in the sky that looked like magic circles, like magical girl portals and everything was weird, and I found Lance and Smatson at some house party not house party thing.

It was confusing, and I’ve already lost a lot of details since I woke up a few minutes ago (this is unusually fast). But there were bits about me temporarily staying somewhere, but I don’t remember “when” it was, and thinking about wanting to work with you again in the future but as “Mrs.” and then thinking about if we were on that path would I just get mad at everything that happened in the past and would I walk? I was getting sidetracked.  I was overcoming three demensions to find you and didn’t need that.  Sleepy.

Gentle hugs

Tonight I was told that I give gentle hugs.  Like I embrace but am very light. I’d never heard this before and for a second it felt alarming, then I explained how it was probably because I’m wimpy. And then I explained the fibro means not much of a grip sometimes, feeling weak and not having a lot of strength in my arms and they understood it.

But then I wondered how much of that was true, or maybe it was today because I happen to be flaring. I’ve glomped friends, and tackled you down to the bed, and maybe you just let me but still I have enough momentum to do these things. I wonder if it’s really depending on who it is and how my body is feeling at the time. But it’s weird trying to figure out how I felt at that time and if it seemed like my body was hesitant to embrace, like it wasn’t willing to give any strength there and gentle hugs are a thing. What flags are my brain firing that I can’t consciously see yet? What am I not seeing?

The Quiet Storm

I have so many things I want to pursue, but I know I’ll never be good at any of them unless I dedicate myself to one at a time. So this cert is taking precedence right now. But I hate drowning in a black and white world that lacks creativity and new things. So this week I soldered things, made hot chocolate from scratch, started a new (to me) social media platform, and sous vide’d something (steak) for the first time. It worked out so well I did salmon the next day. They’re all baby steps… and mostly centered around food.

It’s been extremely difficult focusing on the big project and the bigger picture with how bad I’ve been wanting physical attention lately. I mean, that’s every day. I know, but lately it’s been harder to ignore. Everything always appears calm and orderly, but there’s always a storm inside. At least things seem to have normalized after the recent news hit me. There was a cancellation at the doc’s office and they called me to see if I wanted to come in sooner and I said hell yeah. That’s a plus I guess.

I want to eat good food, go to new places, and have a lot of sex. Am I asking for too much?

The Blood Moon

Why is it that everything has to happen at the same time? I’ve been PMS’ing for days and finally hit today. Apparently tomorrow is the full moon (it’s waxing at 99% right now) so I guess if I stop messing with chemicals I eventually end up back on the moon’s schedule. If I always bleed on the full moon… I wonder if that means I ovulate on the new moon. Does that assumption make any sense?

2:01AM

TSO texted me out of nowhere this afternoon, asking about my schedule next week and wanting to catch up. This kind of threw me off but it was intriguing enough, I decided to accept. We texted back and forth a little bit until he said he’d hit me up sometime next week. Jeremy also butt dialed me later in the evening. Two for two.

I almost texted you earlier to tell you about what I learned at the doctor’s office but decided not to. I don’t think I could have handled a lack of response today. It’s that reminder that texts back might not come up on the screen that keep me from initiating. I hate that I need you and it’s one sided. I hate that I can’t tell you what’s happening because it doesn’t feel welcome anymore, and it keeps adding to how much I already feel isolated. Some bits of this week were easier than last week, but the fact that I keep circling back here only proves my mind is still stuck in a loop.

I don’t know if you ever read this anymore. I don’t know if you ever want to talk to me or if you’re afraid or just uninterested. Or annoyed. I don’t know if seeing this would even prompt you to try, or if you care. I would hope that if you’re reading, you would at least attempt an inquiry. I’ve regressed to teenage cake with a shiny new disease without a cure, and with more promises of uncertainty, pain, and discomfort. Oh, and with the added bonus of being degenerative this time. When I “talk” to you I’m really talking to myself. I lash out, I get angry, I ball up and I cry, and I exhaust myself, and every ounce of my being unashamedly misses you. When I talk to myself it’s because I don’t know how to get back to you. And it’s scary. Everything is scary. I just want to tell you that. That’s all.

Funny things I’d want to tell you about

There have been some crazy organizational changes going on lately, but one of the funny things to come out of this is the peeps from the team my team is merging with have been LinkedIn stalking me. This cracks me up, apparently my teammates aren’t getting as much interest from the guys in the other building.

A little commentary

Me:  Just had this dream and thought of you and another friend

R: oh wow. I’d say that’s significant, though I can’t say exactly how

Me: Idk but it put Lacuna Coil’s Trip The Darkness in my head this morning. And I didn’t mean to sleep in this late today lol

R: I’ve been listening to them more often lately. And I’ve had more than a month of overly vivid dreams, though they fade quickly

Me: Interesting, I never really think mine have significance since I dream every night and it’s a lot of ridiculous nonsense, but today was weird

R: I suppose that if I were to offer an interpretation, it is that we can find comfort in the darkness with others, but we must all make our own way out separately
the temperature of, say, water, is just an average of the energy levels of the component molecules, which is why water will evaporate far below its boiling point: because some molecules are already boiling. The more exceptional you become, the more isolated you feel in some ways, since everyone you know is heading in a slightly different direction, but as you spend time with more exceptional people, the amount it helps your own growth is worth it.

Me: Interesting comparison. Have you been experiencing this?

R: The better parts of it only lately, though [gf’s] mind has been molding mine and vice versa for long enough that the isolation isn’t so troublesome since it isn’t absolute.

Me: That’s good. A strong partnership would be helpful in this context.

R: You’ll have trouble finding one because you are exceptional, but it will likely be more satisfying for it.

Me: Ty for saying that, it helps a little.

R: I think you have a much better set of criteria than most people do at this point, that will help too, i.e. you have a reasonably good sense of what is essential and what’s a deal breaker, and they aren’t petty things.

Me: It’s good and bad. It’s better when it’s good, it’s lonely the rest of the time.

Trip The Darkness

I’m so tired, exhausted, and sleep deprived from this week and it’s still going. So I decided to try and catch up a little today after my alarm went off at 7 and couldn’t pass back out for a while. Then I guess my body finally realized it could give up the fight for a little bit and I fell asleep hard. The dreams were weird and messy, I don’t remember a lot of it.  But there was a bit where I was in bed and heard the construction from the floor under me, and the guys yelling instructions from outside the window. Like the floor under me was the second or third instead of higher up.  It was more like a controlled demolition than a remodel and I was nervous because my bed kept feeling different, like it was tilting at different points and I was worried about my floor falling through.  I looked out the window and saw it was raining hard but it was still bright outside so I considered between this and the construction maybe I’d work from home today.  I grabbed my phone to call the property manager and ask them to check on what’s going on and ensure nothing bad happened that shouldn’t but I wasn’t able to bexcuse I was too tired. I peeked an eye open to the left and saw something standing facing away, like I saw their butt and legs cause they were naked and I fell asleep.  Then I felt someone near me and clutched my phone close and shoved it into a little pocket of blankets in cawe I needed it, and I felt someone warm kind of half ass embrace me and it felt nice, and I felt their face in my hands and couldn’t tell who they were and it made me nervous so I gently pushed them away and scooted to the other side of the bed in a gesture they should lay down (and only lay down) while trying to figure out if the building was partially demolished and anyone could get in.  There was someone else there too and I wasn’t sure what was going on, but when I could finally open my eyes someone opened the bedroom door and walked out and it looked wrong.  Blue painted walls and not nearly done, there were still some white bits that needed to be painted over.  It didn’t look right, the furniture was different idk.

I eventually woke up in what looked like a hotel room with Daniella and she was curling some other chick’s hair.  I was sitting at the vanity and turned around to see which product it was and when I looked in the mirror I had a few locks  curled on the left.  My hair had pastel blues and purples, and I tried to brush it out to get more of a wave going.  I wandered a hallway in a house and realized someone could hear me and that I wasn’t dressed so I went into another bedroom and some kid (like teenager) was sleeping in there and he woke up asking if it was me and I was all yeah? And was relieved he apparently did know me and he offered to let me crash out on his floor by him.  There was another small bed against the wall but he was on the floor on blankets, I guess to stretch out or something.  I sat up with my back against something I can’t remember and we chatted for a minute.  I went downstairs to a breakfast thing my tower was hosting, and figuring out where to sit was getting weird with my friends and a newish friend who was acting kind of hurt when I was sitting with them instead, but I wasn’t trying to be exclusionary.  I tried to scoot down so she could sit with us but idk where she went.  The tables were moved so they weren’t all next to each other and I was trying to figure out why they did that and saw goth mom sitting behind me. And in front of me we’re these very elaborate goth chicks, like wave gothic treffen goth or however you spell that. I kind of wished I’d dressed up but then changed my mind cause of other stuff I was doing later and they were being elitist so I was all these people are a waste of time.

I ended up in a dark space and idk if it was space or the bottom of the ocean but I couldn’t see anything and it felt like I was slowly falling while going over stuff in my head.  The worse I felt the worse I fell, the darker it got. And then I got to a point where none of it mattered, and I felt less emotionally heavy, and everything illuminated and it was bright and yellow and orange and glittery.  It looked like enlightenment from the movie The Fountain.  I could see all of the other creepy things that were around me, waiting to attack me or eat me. And this light moved fast and was warm and I was feeling nauseated from it so I resisted a little and it dimmed, then I wondered if I smoked something earlier but couldn’t remember, then I decided to stop overanalyzing and resisting and let it flood over again, and I wished I could pull all the dark things surrounding me out of that place with me but realized I could not because their weight would hold me down, and it wasn’t just beyond my ability, it wasn’t my place to do it, and I left the darkness.