Change in the Wind

Sometimes I spread myself out to thin. I lash out with negative thoughts that the people in my life need to leave me alone, need to back off, or just need to stop trying to make me do things I'm not ready to cope with. Most of the time it isn't so much there fault as it is in my head. I have exhausted myself and neglected to energize not only my mind and body, but also my environment.

Changes. The most dreadfully terrifying occurrences. We all change and all things change no matter what we do. Time makes certain of that. I guess my current juncture in life also demands change and in that demand I have exhausted myself avoiding it. I have alienated friends and given myself more tasks and responsibilities than my limited mental capacity can process.

I am aware of my limitations and I refuse to succumb to them. Someday I will be unable to function on my own, but until then I will continue to do what I do best. My ability to survive sometimes astounds me. I wish my life were simple and I am working on simplifying it. However, I need to rewire how I think. I need to stop saying yes because I feel a sense of guilt or obligation to. I only fall short on my responsibilities.

More than anything I need to surround myself with moments of joy and activities that disspell the darkness I have invited into my existence. Maybe I just need to let people in instead of keeping them at arms length. Fuck it people like to hug, maybe I should stop being afraid of it and let them hug me. Maybe I should write by fireside more often.

Modern Feminism and How It Has Caused A New Age of Segregation

I find myself on the forefront of a battle I never knew I would have to fight. Growing I was very much a flower and frills kind of girl. I wore dresses and only dresses, picked flowers, played with barbies, and dreamed of two things. I dreamed of adventure and I dreamed of being a homemaker. While I have indeed adventured I have not known the joys of being making a house a home for my family. It truly is my only regret.

The problem, however, is not that I have dreamed and lost, but in the backlash I get from "feminists" when I reveal this. How is it progressive for a man to want to be a stay at home dad, but holding woman kind back when I want the same thing? Further more how is this building equality. To chastise me and other women like me for enjoying what is considered a traditional role. So what if it's considered traditional nothing else about me is traditional so why hate me for that one thing.

The great female freedom fighters of the past fought so that everybody, that means both women and men, could decide their societal positions despite gender and not because of. It isn't about me being a working parent because that uplifts women. It's about me being a stay at home mom because that uplifts me. Isn't that what Susan B Anthony, Carol Downer, Abby Kelly, and the ultimately wanted; for women to have the opportunity and power to uplift themselves?

The Begining Of A Begining . . .

I often get told that I am strong, courageous, beautiful, and a great parent. Even more often I feel I am none of these things, not even a comical misrepresentation.

Is it really important to be these things or even feel that you are these wonderful adjectives? It isn’t that I don’t understand some of the things I have survived and accomplished are out of reach for some people. It is more that I feel I can always do better. My little monster that constantly tells me I am not good enough.

Here’s the real kicker, I don’t even know whose measure I’m holding myself up to. What makes the things I do, love, and conquer subpar? I rarely stop myself to think about whom holds this impossibly long measuring tape I constantly attempt to surpass.

So I sit here and I ask my questions and rant my rages to anonymous few that dare to dip into my head. Tonight I feel as if I have found a little bit of clarity. The answer is I have become my mother. I was never good enough or successful enough for her tastes. I do not do things as they should be done or as they are socially expected. In turn that voice pecks at my already chemically imbalanced brains.

It isn’t that I haven’t come to terms with my abnormal personality or my overly whimsical views on every day. I most certainly embrace my ability to be delicately blunt and aggressively humorous. In fact I am so at ease with myself I can’t remember the last time I felt like I hated myself. I know at one point I did. I love myself. I love being a fat girl with huge curly hair. I love that I’m weird, liberal, conservative, self-centered, giving, logical, and fanciful all at once.

Then someone says “You are so strong.” and I lose my shit. How dare they? What do they know? If I am strong I wouldn’t cry all the time. Maybe in the end the statement doesn’t enrage me because I am not strong, but because it makes me accept that maybe I am good enough. That despite my self-perceived short comings and hyper critical nature I am more than that weird fat girl with the big hair. Maybe I wear my size and weirdness as a badge to stave away some inward need to measure up. If I embrace my flaws and never admit to being more than a short coming I cannot be wounded.

So Why I think Theaters Showing Nothing But 50 Shades of Grey Should Burn Down

Let me begin by saying IHATETHEBOOKSIHATETHEMSOMUCH. Yes that needed to be said in all caps with no spaces. Let us begin with why I hate these high rated books and this heavily anticipated piece of shit movie.

1. They depict an askew warped view of BDSM relationships.
This I can say with utmost confidence in my knowledge of BDSM relationships. I have explored in them, taken part in the community, and have retained a healthy friend base in the community.

2. The relationship is horribly abusive. It is amazingly, hugely, horribly abusive.

3. There is a point when things just become porn. Soft core porn, but it's porn. Perhaps that's why everybody wants to watch it. However I get my porn for free.

4. And the best reason of. Diversity people. Maybe there's an audience out there that wants to watch some thing other than a massively disappointing glimpse into a very interesting subculture.

The Return

I would like to begin with an apology for taking an unannounced hiatus. My life became an interesting roller coaster the past three weeks.

So what does an individual do to uplift themselves? One could surround themselves with other people to be uplifted. This seems to be a problematic cure. If the individual's network of uplifters are unavailable or if the feeling also comes linked with a sense of anxiety toward loud noises or crowds. What does an individual to do?

I think that the most important thing to do is find things to do that help usher out the awful feelings, the grey muck, and soul clogging ick. I stayed away because I had let myself be swallowed so completely by my own dim prospects. So I entered a writing challenge. One page of writing per each day of December. I have also written a short short story and submitted it to a contest. I still feel like I'm dragging myself through wall of cobwebs that clump together to even further hinder my progress, but I can see that I am still creating. I am still going on. I continue to achieve and complete the tasks I have set forth on myself.

That has been my most difficult lesson to learn. To assign myself tasks and put together due dates and deadlines. School never prepared me for designing and completing my own goals and assignments. I only learned to excel at things that others put in front of me.

I often wonder if I can continue to make progress on things I would want to achieve for myself. I have short term goals full of creation and art. My long term goals of success and finding my match seem impossible dreams to grasp.

Sleep Odds and Ends

So I think I may have sleep apnea. It would make total sense as I have had people complaining about my snoring since I was a very small child. So this week will be full of sleep machine experimentation. I've gotten my hands on a fanct smanchie breathing machine. My housemate suffers from sleep apnea and had a spare machine from when she upgraded to her newer fancier model.

Night number one was interesting as I pulled the mask off in my sleep. My housemate says it's normal and will take a few days to get used to it.
the machine actually has a system that keeps track of apnea events so that I can see the average and decide if I truly suffer from the condition. It would nice to not be tired even after I sleep 6 to 8 hours.
Very exciting stuff!

On another note I've been having some interesting dreams that are extensions of the short story I am writing. I hope to finish that later this week. Should be nice.

Internet Famous

For the past two days I have been way too busy to dive into the the internet. WHAT?!? Yeah, I've been cleaning house, reading, binge watching Naruto with the 13 year old, grocery shopping, an blinging all the things. So the internets took a back seat to my weekend. Apparently when I take a web vacay it all goes down the wacko hole. Seriously Alex from Target? I just can't.

 Well I have decided to give out a little advice to all those that are or might become internet famous. Let's begin with a little story. Many years I was once internet famous. I was "That Mysapce Girl." I'm pretty sure the majority of you are asking "What the Hell is Myspace?" It was pre Facebook social networking and I was it's pink haired, nude modeling, scene kid, princess. More importantly I squandered my fame. So much I should have done with my fame, but failed. Crash and burn failed.

So my advice to you, my little intenerters with stars in your eyes:

Do not squander your fame. Think of things to gain from monetarily. Signed pictures, get paid to post on people's walls, merchandising merchandising MERCHANDISING!!!!! Try to get in contact with big wigs if your fame is connected with a brand. If you work out a good enough contract you can stand to gain some major monies.

And remember: DON'T SQUANDER THAT FAME!