This probably would have been more rantlike last night or early this morning, so maybe it is a good thing I’ve had a little time and quite a few orgasms since then. I feel much more mellow.
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I was supposed to do a bunch of stuff yesterday, but scalding myself at around 11:30 ended my desire to get off my bed and instead I lay very still and cried a lot all day. (Oh. The mark on my stomach is still very red but fading. My arm looks normal. My breast is still very red and angry and unhappy looking, but it doesn’t hurt to touch it.)
So today! Today is the day. I am going to do laundry. I am going to make my whole house clean and ship-shape as we run off for several days again. Most of my house isn’t bad, but there are bits of picking up all over and floors/bathroom stuff could really use a good scrubbing. Not to mention cat care. I already paid bills this morning and have got the living room almost up to snuff.
Still debating whether I’m doing S&P tonight. If I do it won’t be for long and I may show up later. I feel like cooking tonight and stuff. 🙂 I’m just not quite at my most social right now and I am going to be in the company of minimally three people pretty much at all times until Sunday night or Monday. Oy. I think I am going to have to practice keeping my mouth shut. 🙂 Doesn’t mean I don’t like all of the people I will be seeing (ok, there is one girl but she is annoying no matter what) I will just be running on maximal people capacity for a while.
To those wonderful people I get to see this weekend that I don’t get to see much: please feel free to give hugs and snuggles and such. But if at some point I kind of go off and sit by myself it is NOT ABOUT YOU HAVING UPSET ME. Cause you rock. 🙂
But this week:
Writing in The New York Times, Nicholas Kristof reported that the media has been as guilty of ignoring the ongoing genocide in Darfur as the Bush administration has been. In June, he said, the main TV news programs collectively ran 55 times more stories about the Michael Jackson trial than they did about East Africa’s crisis. CBS gave three minutes of coverage to Darfur in all of 2004, and NBC five minutes. As soon as you finish reading this horoscope, Virgo, I hope you will take aggressive action to avoid falling victim to equally misplaced priorities in your personal life. Don’t you dare let trivial spectacles divert you from healing the sorest spot in your world.
I feel like this actually means something to me. I ignore Rob most of the time, but I kind of feel like there is stuff I need to do to heal right now.
Last night I cornered Puppy and told him how very upset I am about his inability to compromise. He just doesn’t seem to be able to. He either entirely gives in to appease me or he gets his back up and won’t move. I told him I don’t want either end of this crap. I really really don’t want to deal with him vascilating between the two extremes. I don’t know how I can make this situation any better or any easier for either of us. I am trying to think of the issues that exist in our relationship. We are both very sensitive to being teased and yet we both spend a lot of time teasing. This isn’t a great situation. We are trying to figure out how to understand the teasing as non-hurtful. Every time I am in any kind of a bad mood he is convinced it is all his fault and that I am about to walk out and this escalates any irritability on my end because he gets somewhat dramatic. And I get into bad moods pretty easily: sleep deprivation, hunger, being too hot, not feeling well…. Any can cause me to be really pissy and grumpy. ARGH! I think we need to work on the expression, “Are you mad at me or near me.” Because as soon as someone says this to me (and I have a few friends trained) I realize what I am doing and mellow out conisderably almost instantly.
Compromises we have to work on:
I am moody. It is just kind of unavoidable. I have tried and tried and tried meds to deal with this and I haven’t been successful yet. I will probably try again when I have insurance again because I would like to be less psycho. I get unreasonably angry about simple things and I am very demanding and attention needy. I know these things aren’t easy for him.
He is forgetful and lazy. To the degree that both cause actual problems in my life. If he was only influencing himself it would be a different story. He is very unyielding about difficult issues and continues to push far past where it is ok with me to do so.
I really don’t think either side is any easier or harder than the other, just very different. *sigh* Everything in this relationship is kind of on turbo drive. I kind of feel like we skipped the honeymoon phase (or at least had a very short one) because we are both very conscious of wanting long-term stuff and we want to get started on that sooner than later. The next six months are going to be very telling. We are almost at six months. He commented that he has never had this much trouble learning to communicate with a partner before. I counter that he has never really learned to communicate with a partner before. He believed he knew what was necessary to keep his wife happy, but he also threw down about things and wouldn’t compromise and she left him because of it. I wonder what he has learned from this? He told me last night that there are going to be things that he won’t ever compromise about but he couldn’t come up with examples. That scares the hell out of me.
So let me point people at this cute deal from Monk. Has anyone been thinking about any hemp?
Soup is horrible and awful and just plain no good. Especially when it jumps out of my bowl onto my arm and breast and belly and thigh as I am sitting down trying to hold it carefully cause the bowl is hot.
I really hate soup.
I hurt a really lot.
He says lots of things to me that make me think. He gives me possibilities and ideas about meeting in the middle on issues that I don’t think up on my own. Then I tell my Puppy. This leads to really good conversations. Really, really, really good conversations.
Then there is massively hot sex.
Noah. I love you.
And that is a deadpan, non-emotive woof. I am freakin exhausted. I slept for a couple of hours tonight and I still hurt from exhaustion. I actually got an almost-normal amount of sleep this weekend so I’m not completely sure why I am this tired.
I had quite the weekend. I went down to Santa Cruz with my nephew for the beach burn. During the weekend he did something stupid (he is 15 after all) and I said, “Good going genius.” For the rest of the weekend everyone there called him Genius and it was put on his name tag. He told me he likes it and wants it to stick as his nickname. Odd boy. He was surprised at my ability to track exactly how much alcohol and pot he did over the weekend. I kept telling him, “Dude–these are my friends. Of course they will rat on you.” He stayed at a moderate level though and given that his mother is ok with him using both substances, I kept my mouth shut. I did ask him to stop mid-way through Friday night because I felt he was at the limit of what he should do in a night and he stuck with my recommendation. I was glad. It was interesting taking him down there because he got to see examples of people who use responsibly and people who use irresponsibly and it was kind of cool to see the dichotomy up close. He also handled the sexual innuendo pretty well and told me that the party will be a whole lot more fun when he is over 18 and the girls don’t avoid him like the plague. I can see that….
I learned some lessons this weekend that I have learned before so I feel like a schmuck for not having actually absorbed them before. I don’t like loud, large, anonymous parties. I just don’t. I don’t have fun; I don’t feel safe; I don’t relax. So why do I go to them? I think I believe that they should be fun, or maybe I believe that since I am so much of an extrovert that I must like large parties… right? Well I just don’t. I hate them. And loud music makes my stomach hurt and I get grumpy. I need to not go to them anymore. It isn’t that I am a stick-in-the-mud, I just prefer smaller gatherings.
Puppy and I had a couple of blow-ups and two long and hard discussions. There are things in this relationship that are very hard for me. We really do have trouble communicating. He pointed out that a big part of our problem is that we are too much alike. We are both extremely sensitive and emotional. We both take teasing too seriously and get upset and we both feed off of one another’s upset. ugh. It is like he is a cross between Noah and Tom. He has many of the qualities that I loved so much about Tom, but he wants to process… a lot… Yeah. That is straight up Noah territory. Ostensibly this should be the best of both worlds… if we can figure one another out… I’m scared because I want to run more than I have wanted to run in a very long time. This relationship is absolutely terrifying to me on a basic level and I can’t entirely figure out why.
I was a teenager again and I was going to a new high school. Little Thea showed me around. Everyone in my life was there and teenagers again. Rebecca looked damn skinny. Everyone smiled at me very benevolently, but I was being shy and wandering around alone.
Eventually I was standing at the end of a long hallway of lockers and I saw four people standing in a line. Someone standing in front of them shot all of them then ran away. I ran towards them as fast as I could. Each person was shot twice, once in the chest and once kind of in the hip. Neither wound was fatal. I tried to help one person and then started screaming for help. I turned around when I heard snarling. The “person” who had shot them looked like a zombie and told me to leave or I would join them. He started dragging them one by one towards the parking lot.
I woke up crying.
I don’t understand.
My cat is here now. Yay!
My eyes hurt like crazy from all the chlorine today. I am sore from swimming for hours on end. I tremendously enjoyed the time spent with my niece and nephew and even their friend though he can be trying at times. I need to find a way to spend more time with them on a consistent people because while my back was turned they became very cool people. Raging Waters is apparently way fun.
It was really good to have bonding time with blood relatives today. I am so very strange about blood relations. I am really glad that I can be the aunt to them that I don’t have. I love them and accept them no matter what kind of quirks they have or how annoying they are or whether or not they keep their mouths shut when the topic of family secrets come up. I hug them and cheer them on and tell them I am proud of them. Even when I am stretching it a little, the looks on their faces makes it worth it.
I’m really really happy.
This was not actually asked anonymously, so I am tailoring the answer. However, there are chunks of the answer that apply to many people so I’m putting the answer basically publicly.
I know that you & I didn’t really get along for a few years. To be honest, I’m not sure what the reason was at the beginning….but I know I did contribute to stirring the pot over time.
Anyways….I’ve been curious for months now….what made you decide to treat me as a friend?
First off, people often attribute my behavior to me not liking them. No really, I am much more self-centered than that. I am moody and a pain in the ass and that filters into most of my interactions and it often leads people to thinking that I dislike them when I don’t.
Secondly, I am not consistent in how I get to know people. I tend to make snap judgments but I will sometimes change my mind over time. It is rare that I will dislike someone strongly and get over that; it does happen though. Look at Miss Jenny. I hated her guts for the first year I knew her and eventually we got past that. As I get older I am trying to be more reserved with people early on until I build enough of a knowledge base of someone to draw conclusions. Unfortunately I am still impulsive. Most of the time what I do is I take a look at the veneer of a person and think it is pretty nifty and then I get to know them better and I lose respect. There are a lot of things that I am judgmental about; there are also many things that I am tolerant of that other people aren’t.
I notice that many of my relationships (the best ones anyway) go through a lot of growing pains. I’m a shit and prickly and hard to get along with. If I am dealing with someone else who also has a strong personality *cough* then there are often clashes for quite a while. Eventually I notice, “Hey! This person may not be the easiest person to get along with 100% of the time, but they are consistent (a huge thing for me) and honest (another huge thing) and forthright (alright, we have a winner) so I guess I better get the stick out of my ass about being irritable and recognize that they have some of the biggest positives that I respect.”
I will also be perfectly honest and say that there are many people out there that I may like and respect and think fairly highly of, but I will never be close friends with. I am getting better at recognizing that I may think someone is really an amazing person, but they have some personaility quirk that means I really shouldn’t spend much time with them or I will get really sick of them really fast. Frankly, complaining about the same problem(s) for years is one of them. You may be great in every other way, but if I am judgmental about something you do often then it is best that I keep you at arms length. That wasy we preserve the level of friendly behavior that is optimal.
In this specific case though what happened is that she is a woman of strong personality and probably there was something early on that set me off. I am pretty bad about holding grudges if I get a negative impression. Over the course of the nearly five years I have known her I have seen that she does conduct herself in a consistent and respectable way. I have noticed that despite my first impression in some areas, she holds many of the same values that I do in specific ways that matter to me. So I did my best at pulling the stick out of my ass. I guess she noticed. 🙂
It may be pathetic, but this website made me feel a lot better about myself. 🙂
I’m sitting here reading a romance novel and I start laughing just as Puppy walks in the room.
He says, “The sight of me eating a cookie in a shirt and no pants is that funny?”
“No. The scene in the book.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at my quizzically so I continue, “The woman has the opportunity to ask her husband questions about his first wife and he is surprised when she asks him a bunch of questions that more or less reflect, ‘Is she prettier than me?’ He doesn’t understand that women want to know if the earlier women were prettier and what they really want to know is that they are the prettiest one ever. And if the first wife was prettier, lie.”
“Have I ever mentioned that you are so much prettier than {insert the name of first wife}?”
My housewarming was fabulous. At the end of the night Puppy looked over at me (while we were in bed) and said, “You know, I like your friends. We should do this again.”
Ok. 🙂
EDIT: Bry and Sarah have earned my everlasting devotion. They had it anyway, but they get extra props now. 🙂
Lots of people have asked me what I would like them to bring. My answer is typically: you, yourself, and anything you think you would like to have.
But uhm… I woke up this morning with a craving…
A blended vanilla creme from Starbuck’s. They are freakin good. This is one of those NO COFFEE drinks. I don’t drink coffee.
I will love someone forever. Ok, so I’m going to love my friends anyway, but if someone has a hankering to spoil me I would be very grateful.
(In other news: I am likely to be in a really good mood all day despite being very tired. I have had sex not once, not twice, not three times, but four times in the last 24 hours. I’m really sore, but happy. Looks like Puppy just needs the right encouragement. [Me crying cause I feel rejected and unhappy and I get all antsy and pissy sans sex.])
Ghetto prom baby.
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Please pass this around as far and as fast as you can. 🙂 Thank you.
So Puppy and I had one of those meta converations last night. A communication about communication. We cleared up what exactly had each of us been arguing over the previous few days, cause we really weren’t on the same topics. We talked about things that we both want to work on and things that both of us need to agree to. For example:
-I need my cool down time or I am inclined to get violent and/or shut down during arguments. Instead of just walking away like I have always done I am going to ask for a timeout for a specific period of time so that I am a)getting the space I need to have and I am commiting to coming back and solving the problem so he doesn’t feel like I am just avoiding the issue and ignoring his needs.
-Puppy has a bit better of an idea of exactly how and why I need space now and he has commited to actually letting me have the time I need. He also thinks he will feel a lot better about giving me the space I need when he feels more certain I am going to come back.
-We talked about needing to have “What are we arguing about” check-in’s as the fight is raging because we end up doing apples and oranges and that is utterly useless and frustrating.
-He feels that he wants to learn how to communicate with me differently because the way he talks to me isn’t making it through. (I think this is more of a two way street than he kind of commited to.) He thinks a counselor would be a really good idea to help us figure out how to speak the same language.
We talked about how his behavior during the big fight was a perfect example of his fathers behavior and how I cannot and will not live with a replica of that man. That wasn’t easy to talk about. We talked about the difference between slamming his friend and me setting a boundary in my life. With him (yeah, I know I am doing it with my friends and in my journal but he isn’t influenced by that) I am not saying much negative about his ex other than I don’t want her in my life because she isn’t stable. I am stressing repeatedly that I want him to continue his friendship with her because he needs to have friends and a support network that doesn’t involve me. I just don’t want to be friends with her and I don’t want her in my house. I don’t think that those boundaries for me should end his relationship and I also don’t want to spend a lot of time with him telling me I am wrong about her. He finally conceded that feelings don’t have to be rational and it’s ok for me to have my squicks. For the record, he is totally supportive of her not coming into the house if I don’t want her here. He just wishes that I would actually get to know her and make my evaluation of any potential friendship based on my personal interactions instead of based on something she did in the past to him. I feel this is a very reasonable wish for him to have and I don’t blame him. I also know that she happened to stomp on one of the things I am most sensitive to in the world and it is pretty much a deal breaker for me from the get-go. There are no take-backs of that action. I tolerate a whole shit-load of stuff from people, not that.
We talked more about birth control methods and comfort and sex and what we both need and how our squicks and needs are not matching up entirely. (He has a serious thing against getting menstrual blood on himself and that leads to me feeling dirty and unwanted. It’s a thing. It needs to be worked on.) We talked about how basically unfair it is that birth control in this relationship is 100% my responsibility and he is asking me to do even more things because he is really paranoid about an accidental pregnancy. We talked about the negative effects on my body and psyche that some of what he wants causes and how basically, I am not going to put myself at risk for any more shit. He is being flat paranoid and I am not going to pander to it because it is actually going to hurt me to do so. (I am not fond of constant UTI’s and if I used spermicidal jelly as much as he would like me to [one more preventative] I would never stop being in pain. Ever.) So yeah. There are now a bunch of websites about ovulation and fertility cycles up on his computer and he is going to read them and find out that actually no, I can’t get pregnant 30-1 days out of the month and he can stop trying to insist that I do four forms of birth control at all times cause it is kind of silly. (Starting with the premise that I am on the pill and not ovulating anyway. Oy.) And for the record, cause some people feel envy: yeah, we are up to five days without sex. Poor me. 🙁
I’ve said it many times before and I’m sure I will say it millions of times in the future.
I love my friends. I am so very grateful for the people in my life who love me and support me. I don’t treat my friends as well as I should, and I don’t honestly know if I ever will be able to be as good to them as they deserve, but I try to figure out ways to let them know that I appreciate them.
Specifically in the last few days: Chris and Andrew, thank you for picking up the phone. Thank you for your advice. I will try to follow it.
No. It wasn’t about the stupid Playboys.
So yesterday Puppy came home and told me that there were a few people he wants to invite to the housewarming. Wonderful. Great. He proceeds to list off a few ex’s. Including the psycho one that I threw down about a month ago. The one that I asked him to promise me that a) he would never be around her and guns again and b) she would never be in my home. So much for respecting my wishes.
I walked away immediately. I couldn’t react right away. I called a friend who told me over and over that I need to tell Puppy no. I’m grateful for the pep talk. It was hard telling Puppy no. Then he wanted me to justify my no. So I reminded him of the former promise. Oops. He forgot. He started lecturing me about how I am not giving her a chance and she is a very good person.
This is about when I went and started cutting. I couldn’t deal with it. I just shut down mentally. We have been down this path already. He is like a dog wearing at a bone. He can’t back off for anything. (I guess Puppy is so very appropriate of a name.)
I finished and came out and finished making dinner. I was comletely numb and shut down. He tried to touch me and I flinched. He got mad at me and stomped away. We sat down to eat and he started up again on how he can’t believe I am judging her before I meet her. She is a good person. He knows her. Yeah, she has done bad things–but everyone has and the good far outweighs the bad. I started saying, “stop.” Over and over and over. He didn’t. I felt the panic attack start. I started shaking. Stop changed to fine. I almost threw down my plate (bad. glass.) and I ran to the back room and sat against the door as I fought to breathe. As I fought to control the hysterical crying. I was on the verge of passing out from lack of air and he came to the door and continued his tirade. I honestly couldn’t understand him. I just absolutely lost it. He didn’t stop for several minutes. It was really awful. Eventually he stopped and left. It took a while for me to calm down and when I did I went into the guest room, grabbed Ted and Nighty-Night and passed out hard. Panic attacks make me fall asleep fast and hard. They are draining and exhausting.
This morning he tells me that he didn’t sleep because he was worried about me. He said he is just trying to defend his friend. I’m not attacking her. I’m not saying she is a bad or horrible person. I am just saying I don’t want her in my life. I am expressing a boundry. And he doesn’t respect it.
This morning I am actually missing Tom. There were bad nights with Tom, but he never escalated them. It was always entirely me doing the crazy shit. I really miss having stuff not escalate.