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1:59AM

Is it still day dreaming if it’s in the middle of the night? I can’t sleep tonight anyway.

Listening to Portishead’s Insensible and “planning,” going over things I’d like to do, or try to pull off.

It’s surprisingly not painfully lonely right now, maybe it’s the music, or the promise of tomorrow.  The promise of a few weeks from now..

I’m still sad when it comes to the necessity of dishonesty. From either side.  Even if no one else ever knew, even if no one was ever hurt, I still know.  I still have problems not living honestly the way I want.  I can’t rationalize it, or justify anything, just accept that I am making exceptions for my own selfishness.  I don’t feel bad for anyone else, but I’m not happy with myself right now.

Another broken day

Today was stupid, I was stupid, I was having an alright morning that started to go sideways and tried to make light of it, ignore it by indulging myself mentally in what I wanted at the time, and then realizing everything was just getting worse, and then finally came to terms with dealing with it, and trying to get through it, one task at a time.  My mind has been fragmented and has been rambling like this for most of today.

But things have to start getting better, right?

I tried hanging on to the silly, the frivolous, and the non-important-but-still-important-to-me thoughts, I walked through halls trying to auto-pilot my duties at minimum, get through a decent chunk of work at best so tomorrow I’ll thank myself for how I handled today.. but this head space couldn’t make it till the end and then I was just sad.  Everyone has been burnt out, stressed, exhausted, anxious, all these things, for a long time, I could have said these things a year ago and it still would have been true, but there’s an increasing normalcy in this now.  At least things are shifting a little?  I don’t know, I’m trying, that’s all I know to do.  I started walking down halls a little later and this little voice inside of me was praying that I was walking to you, that you would be around the corner from wherever I was and that I could see you, that we’re not alone, that we’ve got this.  Everyone’s got it, it’s alright.  I’ve been missing you bad lately, I mean I always miss you, but some days it’s louder than others, and some days my guard is down and it’s absolutely overwhelming.  Today was one of those days.  That little prayer in the back of my head quietly requesting, please.  It will never be heard, it’ll never be answered.  I just need sleep, maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.  That’s the joke, that it’s the human equivalent to “have you tried turning it off and back on again?”

Writing for the sake of writing something

It’s been a while since I posted about a dream, and it’s not because I haven’t been dreaming.  I’ve been having a lot of long drawn out stress dreams but haven’t had the time, or desire, in the morning to write them out.  I’ve been consistently waking up around 5 something then usually 6 – 6:19am the last few weeks, idk why 6:19am sticks out but it always does, and then I try to rest and nap until my alarm goes off to salvage some sleep but it backfires cause then it’s harder to wake up a second time.

Between the crying and thoughts racing I got no sleep last night.  I’m still freaked out, but I spoke to mom about everything, and we have a plan in place.  We’re informed, we’re aware, and that is at least a little more empowering.  She keeps telling me to rest and sleep in tomorrow.  I’m never able to sleep in anymore.

Yesterday

Yesterday was the first time I didn’t cry after leaving the airport, and as stupid as this sounds, it almost makes me feel like I’m going to cry thinking about it.  That’s dumb.  I still miss you everyday I don’t get to see you, I still wish some things were different, and I know while some things have gotten absolutely terrible and even more stressful professionally (who knew it would look like this a year ago), I think some things have acclimated, some things have gotten smoother, and some things will never change, which I am really happy about.  I was spacing out about yesterday morning when I woke up today, and when you kissed me then very very quietly gave me your love right before you walked into the airport.

I’m glad we still find more places to share and enjoy together, I’m sure it doesn’t matter what city we’re in.  And I’m glad we still make time to enjoy being together by ourselves, ignoring the outside world.  We still discover weird things in our past that would have put us in the same places had events in our lives gone differently, or potentially we might have never met, which would have been the saddest thing to have happened in my life without me ever knowing.  I mentioned not knowing if I’d ever work again, have a chance at finishing my undergrad, or be able to function when I moved here in 2013.  I thought that was the end, I thought moving here was giving up instead of rebuilding, but I’m glad I took what was left of myself and brought it here so I could start over.  I’m glad I was here so you could find me.  I’m grateful I made the best of my situation to find some good in this city, and found life long friends and hidden spots I could show you.  And I get cranky that I’m still here but I have to finish the work I started and remind myself I had no idea I would have come this far 3 years ago.  Coming here was the hardest and best decision of my life.  So I made peace with how things have gone up to this point, and I made peace with the timing in which we met, even if I wished it happened sooner and under better circumstances.  It could still work.  I’m crying a little while writing this, not like hysterical heart broken crying, but like dumb and a little emotional crying.  I guess writing to you after you leave is still a tradition, but it’s not so bad.  Thank you for creating a weekend with me when we didn’t have one.  I love you.

At least you’re not a douche bro from Duke and I’m not goth stripper Barbie.  We never want to see a reality where angry Lisa exists.

Please come back next quarter, that is my birthday wish. So no pressure. lol

Stress

I only remember a couple small bits from the long running mesh of dreams I had last night/this morning.  It felt like dozens of dreams colliding together and I woke up absolutely exhausted.  Usually I get up around the same time every morning regardless of what time I go to bed, and will make up for lack of sleep by napping if I can get away with it.  But this morning was bad, I have been so run down from stress affecting everything else in a bad ripple effect the last two weeks.  I guess my body decided to play catch up and told me to diaf but I have places to be and things to do.  So the two pieces I remember:

I was sitting across from you at this small table discussing how I was only partially ready for some exam coming up in my current class.  I knew that I was prepared enough to pass with a B and was frustrated with myself, and the timing/ schedules because I needed to put more time into studying since I hadn’t done enough yet and fuck B’s.

I was outside at a park somewhere and it was bright out, there were lots of people when I turned around I caught someone drugging my drink as they walked by.  I saw him drop the pill in my glass and then yelled out and ran after him to try and call him out on it and expose him, but he got away.

Stress dreams.  Stress waking hours.  Stress waiting hours.  Stress oblivious to what’s happening around me and why are people lying to me?  Idk.  I have to wait and see how everything plays out.  But at least I’m better at seeing what’s happening around me while also not flipping the fuck out about it anymore.  It’s not worth the energy.  Progress.

I um, I used to write a lot of the stress out of my system in bs rants, and I know some of those posts exist on here even though I try to stay focused on the “memories” I make while I’m not conscious.  I lost my outlets.  I lost my creativity and that’s bothering me right now.  I forgot how to be an artist. I’m not okay with it but I’m not even keeping up with all the obligations I signed up for right now.  Like I get one thing caught up and then something else falls, and then I go out of town for a break and everything has to be restarted.  I know I can balance this if I’m honest with myself and how much I can do in a day, in a week.  I’m just trying to remember step 1 sleep well, step 2 eat well.  It’s the only way to get through everything else without getting sick again.

I just want us to make it out of this alive and happy, and flourishing.

The experiment

It’s 4:24am… been awake for at least a good 15 minutes, and I know I went to bed way earlier than usual but I was exhausted from that headache and didn’t want to feel it anymore. I’m gonna have to carry my script with me today. Prolly going in and starting at 6 given the time now..

Anyway, in the  bits of dream I remember I was sitting in a chair being observed by two people and was hooked up to something like a polygraph but it wasn’t. The room looked like a pretty barren testing area and the walls were metal but it didn’t feel like a holding cell, there was a double sided mirror but I wasn’t sure if anyone was observing on the other side. They were asking random questions and recording reactions, or looking for certain ones, or just seeing what would happen. They didn’t care if you lied, I don’t think they asked anything worth lying about anyway. I remember them asking something and noticing my right hand was shaking, then making a note of it. While comparing notes, they mentioned how one of the other ones would reluctantly admit his girlfriend’s name only following a specific trigger, and overhearing it bothered me. Then I was upset because I wanted him to say my name, then was hoping no one noticed a change in my emotional state or that any facial expressions gave me away.

Medical history

I had some bad dream this morning but only remember taking to some doc who was a chick about stuff and listed the specialists I’d seen and the meds I took in the past that failed, specifically listing gabapentin or however it’s spelled and lyrica. I was distraught in this dream and that was the mild part. So I woke up around 3am and my neck was hurting so bad, kept going in and out of sleep till 7 then gave up. I’ve had a headache in the background all day that’s gotten louder and louder so I had to give up and leave a little early. I had to give up on and take a script for it. No fun. :<

Brunch

Since I’m writing this after being out all day, it’s gonna be fuzzy.  Early in the dream I was looking at my TV and took a couple hits of acid, then remembered I was supposed to go see my wifey and looked at the phone to see what time it was and figure out if I had enough time to drive over before it kicked in but it got super colorful, it was like The Beatles Love Cirque Du Soleil colorful.  So I wasn’t going to drive anywhere and immediately felt bad about flaking on here.  The middle parts were weird being in some large ass warehouse building that had a bunch of sectioned off areas, it was like an antique mall.  There was so much stuff cluttered around and when I went outside it was dark out.  I saw someone walking up to me and they were in some creepy clown red and black suit, like if you spliced together Deadpool and a creepy zombie clown costume together, and then I realized I was in some like hybrid Harley Quinn leather costume AND my legs were tied together so all I could do was hop forward or back and I hopped away to go back into the building.  And a bunch of other stuff happened I can’t remember.  But right before I woke up I was in a room with light coming through the window in bed, and was being cuddled and it was super warm and happy.  He was tracing lines around my chest and tummy and kept kissing me.  I’m okay with waking up like this.

So a few of us got together for Brunch today at Raku in Chinatown.  It was absolutely lovely, and tasty, and I still feel like I’m in a sugar coma.  Then we went to Chinatown Mall and did some shopping, got origami paper, looked at anime figurines, super shiny gaudy sterotypically Asian hair trinkets.  Today was good. ^-^

Practical Magic

Decided to watch Practical Magic since I’d heard of it and never ever seen it before and Netflix… which can be summarized as: Guy from Tucson shows up in your town on business, and you can’t keep your words straight and are super clumsy and fucking things up when he’s around AND he keeps showing up in places where you are. Dudes got some fucking magical green and blue eyes, depending on lighting but usually they look blue. You wrote about him before you met. He discovers you have a problem and promises not to let anything harm you. He admits he was drawn to seek you out because he read your letter, even though that’s not why he’s there officially, but you are why he’s there, and why he came back.  You’re super pragmatic about what brought you both there and see the problems but hey, not like that’s gonna stop you or keep you away. Shit works out and Crystal by Stevie Nicks plays at the end of the movie.

Umm… What?

._.

Lucid dreaming

I noticed the last two nights… my dreams have had me looking into a mirror while topless, I keep having random hair changes, I’ve questioned whether I was in a dream while dreaming, and I’ve been aimlessly trying to get places but I’m confused.

Well then…

9:00pm edit: Two articles came up in my feed regarding lucid dreaming. I don’t really know much about it, but apparently it happens sometimes. I think it has in the past and I’ve forgotten it or it’s been so rare. I’ve woken from dreams before thinking they were so real. I had a hallucination last year of an argument outside my door that never happened, of being paralyzed in bed, and then waking up. It was hard to tell what was real and which wake ups were still within dreams. The fact that I couldn’t move my head from facing right to looking up and hearing a loud terrible noise in my left ear made me wonder if I experienced a seizure. I don’t have that medical history, but I know they typically happen and night and some people go undiagnosed, I also know the script I was prescribed off label, and take periodically to help me sleep, is an anti seizure medication and taking those of you aren’t prone to seizures will lower your threshold.. making you more. susceptible. to. seizures. Wtf. I think that ended up being some night terror induced paranoia for a couple days and that was it.

The last time since it happened was New Years in the hotel when I kept waking up in the dream but was still in the room at Mandalay and you were beside me every time.  I was paralyzed in the part where I wanted to yell at dream Sean. Lol. I didn’t know I was actually dreaming in either of the two examples where I’ve been paralyzed until after I woke up for real.

So I’ve had dream within a dream situations before. The last two nights I went from I think this is a dream, to this is a dream, without immediately waking up.  It’s strange, but at least there’s no paralysis or terrible audio hallucination.

I think it’s interesting some people try to have lucid dreams on purpose and one of those steps involved a dream journal. This archives been going for years just for the sake of doing it. I wonder if I brought this on myself or if it just happened. Maybe it’s stress? I wanted to blame ginseng since there’s a link but only the last example occurred after I started drinking the tea.  I’ve also been so fatigued lately I can’t remember the last time I took a script to help me sleep.. so maybe that’s part of it too.

Phoenix

Thank you.

From the bottom of my heart thank you.  You mean so much to me, and I appreciate everything.  The entire trip was fun, ridiculous, exhausting, amazing, and worth every second.   I’m glad I got to do the driving for one day and give you a small break.  Thank you for trusting me to do it.  I’m happy I finally got to share little bit of home that I missed with you and hope I get to show you more of my favorites someday.  Thank you for shortening the gaps between how long we go without seeing each other.  Something was different the last two days.  Thank you for giving me the best weekend and for loving me without restraint.  I really see how much you do for me and how you think about me when planning.

 

I’m sorry.

I know I said it earlier but I’m sorry I passed out and I *still* wish you woke me.  I know you were trying let me rest and only had my well being in mind.  I’m sorry you got off to such a  late start today and I feel terrible about it.  I’m sorry I jumped to the worst conclusion as soon as I looked around the room and it was quiet and your things were gone.  It is a reflection on past experiences and has absolutely nothing to do with you.  As soon as you answered the phone I knew my worst fears weren’t real, but my heart was already breaking when I reached for the phone.  I was scared, and in shock, especially after everything and with how well the weekend went.  Nothing in the room made sense.   I know its never been your intent to hurt me.  That is not what I expect from you, and it’s not how I see you.  I’m sorry thinking that when I woke up hurt you.  I’m a little broken today but I’m going to be alright.  We communicated and we’re okay.

I love you.  Please be safe.

Points for quoting Foamy

Me: “I’m used to waking up alone, so why does waking up alone on Christmas feel like somethings being rubbed in your face? No one in particulars doing this. But this extra layer of loneliness can go choke on a fuckin biscotti.”

Goth mom: ” Despite having a bf for most of the decade, I’ve woke alone every holiday. Still sucks this year as a single, but still not as bad as alone when I shouldn’t have been.”

Me: “Feeling lonely in a relationship is worse than actually being single on a holiday. This is true. I’m doing better than I realized this morning.”

Our patterns

2015-12-19:

I noticed your site is down with a 500 error.  I was wondering why you took it down until I looked on a computer and then wondered if you were aware.  But you’re you, so of course you’re aware?  I’m not going to fall asleep anytime soon,  I cried when I left the airport, but not until I was almost at Sunset road.. which is better than last time.  I’m getting better every time, but was hoping to not cry period.  I almost had to pull over a couple times, and I try to front being okay, we do it all the time anyway, it’s how we’re all programmed.  I hadn’t eaten since Mon Ami Gabi but had no appetite and went to sleep as soon as you landed and I knew you were safe.  Woke up around 8pm starving but had no motivation to leave my bed and turn on the lights until I was feeling sick around 9 something and finally got my ass out of the house to pick up something quick and maybe a little comforting.  My stomach hurts so bad from that chile relleno now and I’m not sure if it’s because I waited too long to eat, it was actually spicy cause of all the seeds, or I’m overcome with so much sadness I’m still crying past midnight.

I don’t know why but I decided to pull your lj pdf, not looking for anything in particular, but mostly because I miss you.  That’s really it.  It’s so many pages and years that after the first two posts I scrolled to the bottom, then I scrolled to November 2009 and kind of ran from there.  I guess I’m still trying to figure you out, and I think maybe sometimes you’re still trying to do the same with  me, sometimes.  Then I noticed some correlations on circumstances and timelines.  I guess it’s human habit to find patterns.  I made it to the Libra dream from 4/23/2010 and that’s only point one of three here, but I felt like typing these things out of my system right now.  I tried to copy and paste the Chinese title into Google translate because I’m so curious what it says, but it’s not happening.  It won’t do it.  I’m gonna let that go.

It’s funny, you wrote, I’m writing in here, we’ve had similar outlets.  You were sick through the start of 2010 when I was.  I didn’t realize that was going on at the same time.  You met A (I’m copying you here) the same year I met J, within 6 months of each other.  She was there to take care of you through it,  he did the same for me and I really appreciated it.  I had no idea, even to this day, how I would have recovered without him and I took that as a huge affirmation that he really loved me.  Something you said really stood out to me, I’ve always wondered how you both met and you gave me the mechanics but I had no idea about the 29 hour date thing, and it’s none of my business, but I’ve wondered, and never thought to run through this gigantic pdf that’s currently up on my screen.. I’m rambling..  the thing that stood out was you describing how lost you were with her, you lost track of time, responsibilities were kind of taking a back seat, so was sleep.  I know sleep is still difficult for you.  Anyway, this really stood out to me because you’ve said the same thing to me.  You were lost with me, or losing yourself, or something like that. It all sounds very similar.  She had issues with your female friends, J had issues with my guy friends and most of our industry is male, so most of my friends at the time were.  I had no idea you broke up in 2010 and then resumed.  I haven’t read up to how that reconciliation happened yet, but I remembered how J and I almost split around the end of 2010 and kept going until I finally walked a couple years later.  I found out about his patterns later through mutual friends. His relationships before me followed the same formula, the same start, middle, and end. People who knew him before he dated me felt bad when they saw me going through the same thing but they felt they had no right to butt in and wasn’t sure I’d listen. So it took its course.  Just timelines.  I don’t know.

So the theme here has been patterns, and I hate backspacing and am going to forget trying to reword things to be polite in favor of being blunt.  Today you were talking about your mother’s forced visit and you’ve mentioned things about her, and I made it to the post about her “advice” and how you wanted to print them out and post them so you’d do the opposite.  Her version of love was described as conditional based on what she’s able to get out of the relationship.  The whole don’t fall in love, use them before they use you, because everyone is out to get you mentality… A seems to be the same way, even if it didn’t seem like it from 11/2009 – 4/2010, at least during that time she had another primary source, and then transferred that conditional love and obligation over to you.  She even said she knew what she was getting with the other boyfriend but wasn’t sure what to expect with you. Despite your mother’s “advice” on  love, I wonder if your mother is somewhat alright with A, or even likes and gets along with her, since they share similar traits.

The fact that you were able to find A at her other bf’s house was absolutely shitty too.  And the passive aggressive almost getting in the car, not getting in the car, walking towards you driving away.. never mind turning around passive aggressive behavior is nonsense.  A sounds like she was very free spirited in the beginning and that changed, or maybe it was a front to win you over and she settled back into her ways when the effort wasn’t needed anymore.  Earlier I mentioned J taking care of me in 2010. The first 6 months of the relationship were almost too perfect and then things settled in after the first year.  The manipulation and control weren’t obvious, it was a subtle transition I couldn’t see was happening until I had to question the nonstop fighting, me calling things out he tried to spin as my fault, and then his apologies and our cool down periods where things seemed okay. He would project on to me, accusing me of the very things he was actually doing.  Rinse repeat.  He did the exact same thing to his ex girlfriends before me, and I had no idea until way later.

What I’m getting at is A never “devolved,” she just went back to being herself after she got what she wanted, and she complies with what she perceives to be necessary behavior to keep the status quo.  Just enough to keep things from falling apart.  Just enough to stay in control.  I’ve lived with that.  They have narcissistic traits with honeymoon phases and then all the other stages follow. They have sociopath traits where they are detached, and pretend, then backtrack when they catch themselves not “performing” in a way that will sustain the current situations they want.  I’m sure these traits are more spectrum than they are on/off switches and I’ve wondered if I had potential to do this to someone I love, until I remembered narcissists don’t love, they portray something their partners feel as love, but they’re only concerned with what they can gain from their relationship(s).  I’m concerned about keeping myself in check with my relationships.  It’s like when I’ve stated my concerns about being a good parent in the past, and a friend told me the fact that I worry about this shows someday I’ll be a good parent.  That’s what it just reminded me of.  Running with this logic I wondered if you and I have the potential to do these things to each other, if there’s concern that what we think is love ends up being a trap for the other to use us like our exes did and one night at 3am we realized we’ve been duped again.  That perspective is too cynical for me to hold on to. It’s a passing thought for the sake of self preservation from being burned many times.  It’s taking notice of how my brain works these things out, and that I’m not exclusively concerned or only care about what could happen to me, but that many of my concerns are how I can potentially be a blessing or a curse to someone I love. This is how I know I am truly capable of love, and am not like my “partners” who’ve used me.

Women in your life who are supposed to be loving and supportive have been using you for years.  It’s a pattern.  I’m not judging that, I have a shit-ton of patterns I’ve had to realize and put down, and there are probably other ones I have that I haven’t been able to recognize and handle yet.  Something else that I thought was interesting, was how she had guilt for leaving her other boyfriend despite not loving him, she even said she couldn’t be with you.  Earlier this year you had guilt and couldn’t leave A, and said you couldn’t be with me.  You’ve been pretty consistent with that, despite saying you want me in your life, and as a friend at. bare. minimum.  I feel like I’m part of your cycle but you’re in an opposite role now.  What I’m doing, being attached to you, is like when you were attached to A while she was still with her other boyfriend, maybe not exactly since I don’t know details, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were similarities.  Or the other way to look at it is you’re doing to me what A did to you, except we’re dragging this further on a timeline since it’s been almost two years.  I can’t believe it’s been almost two years now. I got the sense that you felt betrayed by A when you found out about the other guy, and it sounds like she’d done a really good job at keeping him a secret until you got to a point where your relationship should have progressed.  I imagine that not being able to move forward in the relationship, and that feeling of betrayal hurt.  But I also wondered if you were so sad, and felt so empty at any point because you wanted to be with someone and couldn’t.  They claimed to love you but they were holding on to the thing that made your progression with them impossible.  That’s where I’m sitting today. Pretty much where you were 5 years ago.

I’m not angry, or making decisions or anything.  Had I of taken the time to read this before your visit I’m not sure if that would have changed how this last week went or not.  I’m not sure if anyone has ever been in a position in your life to at least make an attempt to objectively point things out.  I’m sure you’ve met someone who genuinely loves you and has at least made the attempt, whether they were successful or not.  These things are difficult.  I know I’ll never be 100% objective because I’ll never be 3rd party, but I am doing my best to put my biases aside and at least share what I’m observing.  Even if you disagree with some of it, or all of it, it gives you a starting point to contrast.  Maybe you already knew these things and I’m slow to realize them.  Or maybe you’ve had all the pieces and never arranged them this way, maybe you didn’t want to.  I’m just noticing things and I’m typing them out of my system.  I don’t even know what I want, and I don’t know if I genuinely think that or if it’s some kind of defense for myself. Either way I’m still processing.  Don’t take this as a request, desire, or need to not talk to me.  I hope you don’t ghost me for speaking freely.

Side note: I found a tequila fueled drunk selfie in the hotel room from last night. Surprisingly it’s not blurry.

I was able to discuss the two things that really got to me in Pretend Angel after I got to read it in June.  The one where I pointed out it seemed like you were afraid to start over.  It killed me reading that.  That even if you don’t know what you’re currently dealing with will make it, it’s the furthest you’ve come.  That it’s a good enough reason.  That I am not worthy of bravery. I get scared of things too. It’s normal. I just always tried to dig in and figure out why I’m scared and if it’s worth letting something go, or if it’s worth overcoming for something I wouldn’t want to go without. More tangents here.

I started discussing Victoria and got sidetracked, and the outage and phone calls didn’t help.  I pointed out how you being open and intrigued to the idea with me made me feel, and how it hurt when you revised it to the last two women you’d been with, so A and I.  But I broke the ice on that.  It stung.  I verbalized things I’d never even said out loud to myself in private and essentially declared I have too much hope, and that there is too much love in me to give up on this. Every fear you verbalized, I’ve had and then some, as I’m sure you have.  But it’s true.  Even if it’s not relevant in the very near future, I know in my heart I would be denying who I am and what I know I’ll eventually want in life if I continued giving up like I did when I was with J.  For the first time you told me you’ve always wanted children but due to health and the partners you’ve been with, you resigned from the idea.  You opened up about the genetic anomalies and miscarriages.  That absolutely scares me, but it doesn’t deter me.  I am too stupid, stubborn, or brave to back down and not even try.  Take your pick on which one it is. Lol. And I mean try with everything, not just that one distant possibility.

Darling, it doesn’t make me love you any less, or diminish the future I want with you.  I can’t predict what’ll happen, but I can promise to love you even when things go sideways.  I appreciated you telling me these things.  The one thing I never got to say out loud, that I was trying to get through without my voice cracking and without bursting into tears, was that I wanted her name to be Victoria Youlee Stewart Barnett.  Each name holds so much meaning.  I wanted you to hear this in my voice, out loud, while you were next to me.  There were other things I wanted to say but I could’t even finish this up and continue to the next thought, and then there was construction and inappropriate jokes, and a much appreciated distraction from the hard topics.  I don’t know if I’ll ever pick up where I left off on what I intended to say next, or if I’ll ever be brave enough, if it’ll still be relevant in a while, or if I’ll feel the same way as time passes.

I am the saddest girl in the world tonight.  The only things getting me through at the moment are excessive sleep, the ridiculous amount of time it took to get out of bed, turn on a light, brush my hair, and leave the house for chile rellenos, and this super warm fuzzy gray robe.  It’s unbelievable how comforting being wrapped in something warm and soft can be.  Also crazy how fucking happy I was just a few hours ago.  I didn’t get to say everything.  But stuff comes up and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

I’m so lost right now.

Pain

So this is gonna be very lj feely.  I just wanna start off by saying I vomited as soon as I finished breakfast this morning and got up to put the dishes away.  At least the sink was there so it was easy clean up.  It was entirely unexpected and I didn’t feel it coming on until it happened.  So now that that’s out of the way.

My right ear hurts and it’s making my head tilt to the right.  I have a headache.  This whole thing is bs.  I feel like all I do is complain internally all day about these things, and then I realize that I don’t.  I feel like hell, put myself together, get things done like a bamf and am too busy to hear any internal dialog.  Which is good,  I’m still production even if I feel like I’m on the verge of letting everything go and watching it crash and burn.  I’ve been trying to focus on one task on my to do list at home to deal with this overwhelming feeling, and so far I’ve done like a thing a day but then feel bad I’m not getting more done.  This compounding post accident / nausea / cold weather pain is draining.  See.  I’m just complaining through my fingers right now.  I don’t wanna do that.

So when I got home I grabbed fresh warm linens and made my bed, so not what today’s task was, and then took a super hot shower and am chillin in the fluffiest robe I ever felt and recently purchased.  It’s so soft, it’s one step closer to being a bunny.  I was getting sick while eating dinner so I gave up.  My stomach hurts, but at least I’m exhausted enough I think I’ll actually get some decent sleep if I can get there.  Warm soft fabrics and Pusheen always help.

Something Substantial

I recently shared an article: Sometimes I Just Need to be F*cked {Adult} by Kate Rose on 11/27, followed by a post about wanting to get laid. One of my girl friends commented the Katniss meme “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”  Another friend commented I just gave two dozen goth boys hope that their lives aren’t meaningless. Hah.  Hilarious.  Anyway,  the article starts off by explaining how it’s not just about wanting love or a relationship, but it’s the need to be “supremely f*cked.”  It goes on to explain this is not like using each other’s bodies for some mutual masturbation but is much much more meaningful and that’s what makes it supreme.  I don’t think a lot of women have gotten to this point and don’t know they’re settling.  A lot of us have still been here, and this is why we absolutely refuse to settle.  Friends have told me they admired how picky I was with partners… I don’t think that’s something to admire.  I truly believe people should do what they want, when they want, if they benefit from it, that is a reason to admire what someone is doing.  We should all be doing our own thing, we should all be doing what works for us, and if it happens to benefit someone else in the process that’s even better.  I feel very “been there done that” when it comes to casual sex, hook ups, fwb, and one night stands.  They aren’t entirely satisfying even if they are momentarily physically, and even then when you’re in the middle of the act it’s still not the same, it’s not the pure heroin you’ve floated to the ceiling with and then gently came down on to soft fabric and warm embraces.  That’s so hard to find.  It’s so rare, even in genuinely loving relationships, which is probably why once you find it, it’s damn near impossible to keep yourself from it.

My director friend in Phoenix took this opportunity to ask if I got my “much needed relief” and I laughed and laughed then said it wasn’t that simple.  Confused he asked how so?  I linked him the article since people probably saw the vent post without this literary gem before it and his immediate response was that he was in anytime and didn’t think I questioned his ability to deliver, or at least hoped I didn’t.  Again,  I was like no that’s not it, it’s not that simple.  I told him by the time we met I’d left a long term relationship that started great and ended toxic, then had my run of casual sex with friends, acquaintances, and random hook ups, I’ve always been safe and I’ve always been selective, I know that’s not in question.  And then everything was upside down and I was dealing with a one night stand that wouldn’t go away, because of a few reasons, then that was handled, my health went to shit, I moved, got my life picked back up, all that, and I’ve had the kind of sex that Kate so beautifully described, and I’ve hooked up a couple times since here and it didn’t compare, and not because the partners were bad, they were fine, but because the physical isn’t sufficient enough anymore.  There is a component many people ignore until they’re faced with it and then they can’t deny it.  He said he got it and “sounded like a pestering puppy.”  And I was like no.  He understood I wanted something deeper.  He said I was so pretty and kind.  Then he said I’m super sweet.  I hear that a lot now.  Then he cracked the joke he was still there for me if I got weak in the knees… I don’t get that too much anymore at least?