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Get Busy Living, or Get Busy Dying…

As humans, we tend to put things off. “I will start exercising next week,” or, “I will quit drinking tomorrow.” We’re famous for procrastination. We’re all just lost souls looking for a way to make ourselves feel whole again. Sometimes we find solace in drugs, alcohol, food, a failing relationship, a marriage, a lover, a great book, our children, home lives, jobs, a pad and pen… Anything to keep our minds off of what the real problem is: Ourselves.

No one wants to face their issues, it’s painful. Really looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing your physical, and emotional flaws hurts. Gathering the motivation to change yourself is difficult, at best. We all repeat the same cycles over and over – up and down, down and up, co-dependency, independence, insecurity, confidence… it’s all the same. What goes up, must come down.

What allows us to muster up the motivation to face our biggest fears and change that which brings us down? It’s a difficult question to answer, and sometimes it’s glaringly obvious, but most times we do not even see the abyss we’ve created for ourselves until it’s too late and something catastrophic must occur for us to “wake up.” Maybe a death, the fact that a long-term relationship is not what you thought it was, a job that makes you unhappy, a growing waistline that you didn’t really notice until you pull on a pair of jeans that you can’t zipper anymore, or simply just trying to force yourself out of bed in the morning. Any of these things, ranging from catastrophic to simplistic, can force you to open your eyes. In the long run, you almost have to be grateful for the opportunity to see the light, as some people never get that. I know people who are so unaware of themselves that it is terrifying to watch. They literally have no idea who they are, and how the world reacts to their presence. I can sit down and give you a detailed list of all of the things that are wrong with me, every single flaw I possess. It’s good to be aware of that, but it’s knowing how to fix them or improve on yourself that matters.

I personally go through ups and downs more often than I’d like to admit. I find myself sinking at times, and usually before I get too deep I can pull myself up and force myself into the light again. I am lucky in that respect. Where I am unlucky is my tendency to fall in the first place. There are a few things in this crazy life that can pull me down, and they are as follows:

  • Love – When I fall in love, which is rare for me, I tend to REALLY fall hard. While I am quite realistic, I also find myself becoming whimsical about a person, and idealizing them when I shouldn’t. I guess everyone does that at first, as it is quite difficult to avoid. The beginning of something is always the best part, and it’s easy to lose sight of reality. I work extra hard to keep my feet planted on the ground and think about the things that are “unsexy” about a person, rather than see them through rose colored glasses. I sometimes get caught up in the newness of things though, and I quickly realize that I am doing that and can most times correct myself before it’s too late.
  • Work – When I become frustrated with my job, I lose motivation. Once I lose that? My focus goes straight out the window. I need to be challenged at work, and when I am not, my interest wanes, quickly.
  • Myself – I am an extremist. I am either a neat freak or a total slob; a health nut, or killing myself; so active that it’s crazy, or laying on the couch for 3 days straight; a social butterfly, or isolating and keeping my phone on silent. Everyone who truly knows me, knows this about me and can usually decide whether or not they will let me wallow, or attempt to pull me out. Due to my insane social calendar and long list of amazing friends, most times, I am not “allowed” to wallow for too long. Plus, I truly love myself and I usually won’t allow myself to become “that person” who whines about their life, but does nothing to change it. Admittedly, there have been times when I allow that to go on a lot longer than it should, but the people around me will never know it. I rarely show my weaknesses because my ego is way too big to allow that. I’m a force, and I have a rep to protect. My ego keeps me from sinking too far, and for that, I am grateful. Otherwise I’d be 200 lbs, and miserable. I’ve never been more than 20 lbs overweight, due to this ego of mine. I feel I am way too hot and amazing to allow myself to slip that far. I understand how it happens to people though, I just don’t understand how they allow it to keep happening. There is a thing called “self-love, and self-respect,” after all.

There have been times that I have found myself in a relationship where I begin to change things about myself to accommodate my mate. I am smart enough to know that if I allow myself to continue down a path like that, the relationship will inevitably fail. No one wants to be with someone who is miserable, complains constantly, does nothing to change or fix themselves and then projects the blame for said misery on their mate. Ick. However, relationships are a give and take. You get back what you put into it, right? I am a strong believer in the fact that if you improve upon yourself, you improve upon your relationship. You know how in a plane, you are supposed to put the oxygen mask on you before helping anyone else? Same theory in life, and relationships. You cannot help anyone until you help yourself.

If you’re sitting at home and obsessing over things you cannot control, like what your mate is doing when he/she is out of sight, or what is going on with your friends, or your job when you’re not around – you’ll only drive yourself crazy. A lot of this comes from a strong sense of self, confidence, knowing who you are and what you bring to the table. People will inevitably hurt you, you cannot change that fact. No way. This is a simple fact that most humans lose sight of, and I find that to be very sad.

I’m writing this because it’s Sunday afternoon, on a gorgeous day. I had a lot of plans today, which have been pushed aside due to me hurting my knee again yesterday and landing in the ER for most of my day. Whenever these things happen to me (which is often due to my lifestyle), I get depressed. I cannot sit around for too long without sinking, it is just my extremist personality, I guess. Once I start to sink, I either curl up on the couch and watch TV, or I write. I chose to write, which is much better than the Demerol and red wine coma I could be in.

I feel that I am finally getting to a place of happiness in my life, like true happiness. I just accepted an amazing job in Los Angeles for a global firm that comes along with a HUGE paycheck, a corner office, an executive title, full travel schedule and the potential of a 6-bedroom 5000 sq ft house. I’ve arrived, career-wise, and it’s about time. I’m also happy because I’ll finally be living where I want to be, and have wanted to be since I am 7 years old and that is Southern California where my best friend, brother, and 10,000 other close friends moved over the years. Again, with the ups comes the downs, and while I am preparing myself for the “other shoe to drop” I am still hopeful for my future, which is a nice change.

Sometimes you just have to cut your losses, get up, brush yourself off and make a positive change. All of these things come from focusing on yourself, and not obsessing on others while you lose yourself.

So, get busy living, or get busy dying. It’s simple.

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“Us”

Late last night I was looking through pictures
Flooded with memories I lie on the floor
And spread them around me like friends at a party
Their faces remind me of all that I’ve known
Still I can’t forget all the hushed who and why’s.
All the fiction and lies and the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past you and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called us
Late last night I was pacing the hallway
Reading the letters you’d signed x and o
I turned out the lights and imagined you with me
I tried my hardest to cry but it just wouldn’t come
Still I can’t forget all the hushed who and why’s
All the fiction and lies all the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past
You and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called us
All the hushed who and why’s
All the fiction and lies all the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past, you and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called trust

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The Webs We Weave

It has recently come to my attention that certain people in my life like to lie their asses off.

There is one thing, above all else in this entire universe, that pisses me the FUCK off, and that’s someone who has no need to lie to me, but does anyway. Especially, someone I love.

People only choose to lie when they’re pussies, and can’t face reality. I have no time for that.

I will be much less pissed off if you come at me with the dead honest truth, then if you come at me with some crazy bullshit. #1 – I will ALWAYS catch you (I’m quite bright, never underestimate me.) #2 – when I do catch you, the fury I will reign down on you will be nothing short of terrifying. (I’m freakishly strong, and I have rage issues).

The moral? If you want to live…. Don’t fucking lie to me!

#nuffsaid

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The Fantasy of Everlasting Love

After 9 long years, my husband and I are headed to splitsville. It’s so difficult to differentiate between what’s worth fighting for, and what’s not. I feel as if my heart has been crushed, but I know that separation is inevitable.

I’ve spent such a long time just accepting things for what they are, and not really working towards what I really want. The truth is, I am chock full of issues that stem all the way back to my crazy childhood. While I am strong enough to truly understand what they are, and their roots, I’m sometimes not strong enough to pull myself out of the hole, so to speak.

I was abandoned by my biological father, then by my step-father. A kid has a difficult time understanding outside factors that contributed to that abandonment, and if not dealt with correctly, can lead to issues in adulthood. I can admit, I have some of those residual effects that affect my life on a daily basis. It’s evident to me that I have to figure out a way to get a handle on these behaviors.

I’m epically selfish, I tend to want to control everything, I’m prone to bouts of depression that include, but are not limited to, addictive behaviors rearing their ugly heads. I know that I can be a handful, I’m far from perfect, and when I’m in an abyss, standing by me can be tough because I tend to hide it, and isolate. I’m too prideful, my ego is too big to show any measure of weakness. I have a constant need to improve on everything around me. When I do not succeed in that, I tend to lose motivation. I lack patience. I lack understanding, and can be rather harsh. I don’t typically see things through. When I lose patience, I tend to change my mind completely. I don’t have traditional values, or ideas of relationships. The list of flaws goes on, and on. I also have a lot of amazing traits, I’m more than confident in the fact that despite all of the above flaws, I am one hell of a catch. When I love, it’s full of fire and passion, and any person who is the object of my affections is one lucky fuck.

I love Craig, I truly do. That being said, we’ve had issues for a long, long time. I’ve never had a real sense of equality in the relationship, I’ve never really felt secure enough to open up fully, and truly. I have trust issues with him as it pertains to him being an “adult,” which equates to me treating him like a child, which equates to a less than passionate sex life, which equates to unhappiness on BOTH sides.

I recognize all of these problems, I see them coming from hundreds of miles away and instead of choosing to fight, talk them out, deal with impending doom, we both crawled into shells and let our undeniably amazing connection epically fail. It’s fucking HEARTBREAKING.

Craig is the first person in my life that I wanted to marry, wanted to be faithful to (to the best of my fucked up ability), actually considered procreating with (if only for a fleeting second), and wanted to love with all of my heart.

He’s an amazing guy, hell, he’d have to be to put up with me and my crazy ideals. I was lucky to find, love and be with him. On the same token, I cannot allow myself to idealize him. This story has two people at fault. Two people who need to be held accountable for their actions that inevitably led us to where we are now.

I can say that I’ve never felt more crushed than I do at this moment. I’ve never felt more let down, more alone, more insanely confused than I do at this moment. I have no idea where we will end up, whether together or apart, happy or filled with regret, I can’t possibly make any assumptions, nor can I predict the future. All I have at this point is my strong intuition, a head full of “black hole” and a horrible weight on my chest.

I’ve said it before: love is a huge risk. It can either propel you to amazing heights, or it can destroy you, if you let it. I don’t believe in bitterness, I don’t believe in putting up walls, nor do I believe in playing emotional games, or wasting my time. In short, even if we do split, I will not allow myself to be destroyed. I’ve spent way too much time in this abyss, and I need to help myself. At the end of the day, the only person who can save me is ME.

I do not doubt that I will eventually be OK. I just need to fix myself, and not look to someone else to provide me with happiness. I look to Craig for support, and respect. I’m not looking for him to be my hero, I don’t need a hero. I need a friend, a lover, and someone who doesn’t cut and run when shit gets hard.

If its meant to be, we’ll get through this. If its not? I can’t control that, and I can’t lose sleep over it. I have to stand up, brush myself off and keep it moving.

I’m done crying, I’m finished with worrying. My heart is way too heavy to begin with, I cannot afford added weight. My husband either sees this, or he doesn’t. He can do the same as I, and take accountability for his epic mistakes over the last 9 years, or he won’t. Again, I can’t control that, and I refuse to even try. I need to worry about me, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.

So, the fantasy of everlasting love is exactly that, a fantasy. I’m not a dreamer, I’m a hardcore realist, but I have faith that things will work out the way they’re supposed to.

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My Life With Craig & R.B.D. – Hilarity Ensues…

I am a very light sleeper, my husband is a very deep sleeper.  This sucks for a million reasons, but mainly because I am the one who has to wake up to take care of the dog, the mysterious noise in the living room and to answer the occasional late night phone calls.  While he has visions of sugarplums, I am constantly battling the never-ending fight of sleeplessness.  The fuck.

Besides the fact that he is a deep sleeper, he has the following condition:

Rapid Eye Movement Behavior Disorder:

Patients with rapid eye movement behavior disorder (RBD) act out dramatic and/or violent dreams during rapid eye movement (REM) stage sleep.

This condition makes for many exciting nights in our bedroom.  Not the kind of exciting that you are thinking about, but the kind of exciting that gives me a damn heart attack every third night.  Here are some stories of his madness…  enjoy.

The Arrival of Scoobie

When we first adopted Doobie, he was a bit insane.  First, he was very young.  Second, he was a stray and had been through a lot in his short time on this planet.  He was moved from house to house, brought back to shelters 2 or 3 times before we finally adopted him.  In short, the dog was a mess.  Due to the fact that he lacked the security of two, loving, affectionate parents and a warm, safe home, he was a bit squirley.  He would jump up in the middle of the night, bark, shake, etc.  Because of this, we immediately had Doobie sleeping in the bed with us.  He would, and still does, curl up in the middle of us and fall soundly asleep.

On the second night, Craig jumps up and shakes me.  Startled, I ask, “What?  What’s the matter?!”

Craig motions for me to “Shhhhhhhh” and whispers in my ear, “Don’t move.  There is a little black girl in the bed with us.”

I laughed so hard, I almost pissed the bed.  Not only is he a racist, but a freak to boot!  Wow!

“Charlie”

Craig sleeps in his undies.  He wears tighty-whiteys and due to the fact that he is thin, and lacks what I would call a sweet ass, the back of his draws kind of hangs on his ass.  He has the ass of a white boy, there is no denying that.  However, he is still gorgeous and adorable and I have enough ass for the both of us.

With that being said, I wake up one night to find Craig hiding in the bedroom closet, wearing nothing but his tighties and a pair of black socks.  Not only is he hiding in there, but he is pressed up against the inside wall and every 3 seconds he peers around the wall.  I can see his huge eyeball staring at me in the dark, as if I am the enemy.

I say, “Craig.  What the FUCK are you doing?  Get out of the closet”

Craig, not saying anything, starts to breathe heavy.  I hear him actually start to whine.

“Craig,” I snap, “seriously WHAT THE FUCK?  Come to bed you FREAK!”

Craig, in the loudest and scariest voice I have ever heard come out of him, says, “LEAVE ME ALONE.  WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

I roll over and say, “Fine, Craig.  Sleep in the damn closet.  You headcase.”

Every Man for Himself

Not too long ago, at about 3am on a weeknight, Craig jumps out of his sleep and starts to scream at the top of his lungs:

“Baby, Doobie, let’s get out of here!  They are shooting from below!  Hurry. Get out of bed.  NOW. They will kill you both!  Let’s GO!”

Both myself and Doobie jump up, freaked out that something terrible has happened.  I realize that Craig is in mid RBD and I start to laugh.  I say, “Sweechie.  You are dreaming.  No one is shooting.  Come back to bed. It’s OK, I promise.”

He walks into the kitchen, turns to me and says, “Fine!  Every man for HIMSELF” and storms into the living room.

What Do You Want Me to DO?!

When Craig and I first met, we lived in a tiny, little 350 square foot studio apartment.  We slept on the floor on top of 10 blankets.  I had no job and he was paying the $600 per month rent.  We were broke, cramped, but insanely happy.  We had limited bills, which certainly added to that happiness.

Anyway, to the left of our pile of blankets on the floor was a rather large, square mirror that I had found in the garbage and had 3 friends help me drag into the apartment.  One night, as we were sleeping, Craig jumps up and runs over to the corner of the mirror.  He is making a strange “Swish, swish” noise, which sounds something like water to me.  He is kneeling on the balls of his feet, in a crouched position and rocking back and forth while proceeding to pull the blankets towards him, one at a time, in a very stealth-like movement.  After about 3 blankets are practically covering him, I decide that now is the time to ask him what he is doing.

He looks at me with dead fear in his eyes, stands up and screams:

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?????!!!!!!”

Being that this was my very first encounter with his strange disorder, I did not know how to react.  Was he awake?  Asleep?  His eyes were wide open.  I was petrified.  I just sort of slipped out of the blankets and went into the bathroom and locked the door.  I waited about 3 minutes and came back out to find him fast asleep on the blankets.

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There are so many of these stories.  Sometimes he looks so scared, that I actually feel bad for him, but only for a second because it is just TOO funny!  He will get up in the middle of the night and start punching the air.  He will grab his pillows and plop them on top of his head while screaming about falling bombs from the sky.  He will run across the house at top speeds and fall asleep on the couch, wake up in the morning and have no idea how he got there.  He will drag the blankets from the bed into the bathroom, take a piss and leave them on the bathroom floor and come back to bed.  He will punch me in the throat, elbow me to the head, kick me off the bed and scream in my ears.

There is never a dull moment, even when we are asleep!

After further investigation, I learned that other members of his family have the same disorder.  His younger brother does the same things.  He has locked himself in the laundry room and freaked out thinking he was stuck.  The commotion woke up their younger sister who was scared shit by the noise and thought that he was kidnapped, dragged into the basement and was being murdered.  She then proceeded to run into her Mother’s room, screaming and crying at 4AM while choking out what she thought was happening through her tears.  Can you imagine?  Their poor Mother.

His father also has the same issues.

What a bunch of WEIRDOS, eh?  🙂

**UPDATE**  Last night, at about 3AM… Craig jumps up, grabs his pillow and whacks me in the face with it, FULL FORCE.  He then proceeds to WHACK doobie in the face with it, FULL FORCE.  Doobie was like, “Fuck this.  This mother fucker is crazy I AM SO OUTTA HERE!”  He jumps off the bed and goes to sleep on the couch.  Smart fucken dog.  Craig is starting to get violent now…  before you know it, I will wake up and find my dog disemboweled and my throat cut open.  We have to get a divorce.

And After All of This Time, I Still Have Issues

Originally posted on myspace.com – 11/13/2007

Current mood: exanimate

I got married and I lost myself.  That is the long and the short of it.  I managed to become the one thing I was so insanely afraid of becoming, then again, isn’t that always the way it works?

I give too much of myself and I never ask for much in return besides putting up with my insanity, mood swings, projection and the occasional word vomit, which I always wish I could take back.  When I realize that I am fighting a losing battle, I say too much, I think too much and more importantly, I dream too much.  Rather than just letting go, I allow it to consume me.  This is my downfall.

How does one recreate the groove worn in by constant play?  I have become that dusty crack in an old vinyl album that after many years of play has become warped, somehow.  I can sometimes see myself doing deplorable things, but can attain no means to stop the pattern.  I have become my Mother, I have become my Father.  Is it really so bad?  Is it actually the worst fate a person can imagine for themselves?  Or, am I just a victim of a very, very bad day?

As my head swims with nonsense, I begin to wonder if I have made a huge mistake.  Can I really expect someone to be who I want them to be?  Or, are my expectations just underlying prerequisites to what I consider a happy and successful relationship?  How can you even tell?

What I do know that every day I seem to be losing this battle.  I have lost someone I love to a manipulative person who has essentially beaten me at my own game.  He has become someone I do not understand, someone who cannot manage a conversation with substance and only gives what he feels is the very minimum to keep me around.  Maybe I am crazy, it would not be a first, but call it intuition – I just know something is amiss.

Karma at it’s very best. . .

Control, and More of Life’s Oddities…

I have always been such a control freak. I want to control everything around me, from work, to finances, my health, the health of people I love, the way I react to things, my rage, my addictions, you name it and I have attempted to control it on some level.

There was always one aspect of my life that I could never control, however, and that is matters of the heart. I was/am always more free-spirited when it came to love, relationships, friendships. I guess I realized early on that you can’t control other people. Regardless of how much you love someone, they will always hurt you and let you down in some way. The only thing you can control is your reaction to said hurt and let downs. You can either choose to flip out, cry and ask why, or you can just accept it for what it is, keep your self-confidence intact and move on. Some people choose to stay, others choose to leave. It really doesn’t matter, because all that matters is how you feel when you’re around that person.

If you spend your time worrying about what they’ll do next, you lose sight of the bigger picture which is YOU. If you waste your energy thinking about how you can control their actions, you only spite yourself. One of two things will inevitably happen:

#1 – You forget who YOU are, and one day when that relationship is over the mourning will be worse because you lost yourself in the process. Not only do you need to extinguish this person from your life, you’ll need to find yourself again, which only makes the pain that much more unbearable.

Or, #2 – You will only succeed in pushing that person further away from you, because the reality is – no one likes or needs a person who lacks self-confidence. Self-confidence is undeniably sexy and what attracts most people to you in the first place. If you get wrapped up trying to control someone else, you only lose that allure.

Every day of my life is met with with a different lesson. I literally learn something new about myself before I lay my head down at night to go to sleep. This is my drive in life, this is what keeps me going. There is nothing more exciting than growing and evolving as a person! I have done things that I am not proud of. I have lied to people I love, I have hurt people in the process. Regardless of the rare lies that I tell, I genuinely try to live my life by being honest, no matter how difficult it may seem. Living a lie is actually more difficult because you live in constant fear and self-loathing. I don’t know about y’all, but I just can’t live like that. Some people force themselves to believe their own lies, and then end up swimming in a swamp of denial which to me, is a fate worse than death.

I have recently learned a very valuable lesson. I cannot control my own thoughts the way I wish I could. I cannot control the way I feel at any given moment, I can only try to be honest and live in the moment, no matter how complicated that may be.

Love will make you crazy, it will make you feel hopeless, alone, shattered, betrayed, destroyed. On the other hand, it will also lift you to heights you never realized possible. There’s a catch though… With everything amazing in life, there is an equal downside. Things can only stand the test of time by how they survive the hardships. If everything were easy, life would be boring. There would be nothing worth fighting for, and no reason to get up in the morning.

I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching, and I have figured out that when I find something special, something amazing, a connection that blows my mind, a friendship that I can’t believe I lived without for so long, I hold on to that and cherish it. No matter how fucked up things get, no matter how dramatic life can be – in the end, it’s all worth it. At least to me…

I have so many friends, who mean so much to me. I have been blessed in that respect, and I hold my intense connections dear. I wish everyone would do the same, but without anger, resentment, fear, insecurities. Why would I waste my time worrying about someone else’s connection to someone I love, when I can just spend that time focusing that energy on OUR connection? Spend the time improving on myself, giving myself something to look forward to, something to smile about? My point is, have a little bit of faith in what you have, and stop worrying about what others have, or what you may be missing…

In the long run, the only thing you’ll be missing is your own opportunity to grow and improve. That, my friends, is an EPIC loss and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself for losing it.

 

On that note – I leave you with a diddy by Lady Gaga. A diddy with a GREAT message.

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