the god thing and superficiality
Sunday, June 17th, 2012 12:31 pmThere's a TV in Qiao's room at the rehab center; it always seems to be on and tuned in to some news channel. The room has 2 beds, each with a hand-held speaker gadget that can be turned on and off, for listening to the TV sound. Qiao's is usually off, but the other patient's speaker is loud enough to be heard in the whole room.
The channel seems like Fox News to me; it sounds more like a conservative talk show than actual news. Qiao said it was CNN.
One segment discussed a recent survey which indicates that more young people today are "doubting the existence of God". This was presented as if it were a bad thing. Two atheist college students were on as guests, and they were asked the question, "How can you not believe in God?" (or something similar to that).
The phrasing bothered me. It seemed to exude a presumption that it is normal to believe in a god. It seemed like they were saying, "You're weird and illogical; explain to us normal people why you're so weird".
Apparently, most people do believe in one or more gods. Even many people who don't, still believe in (and/or feel) some other kind of spirituality. So I think that something must predispose most humans for that. However, likewise, I think there must be something that predisposes or causes other humans (like me) not to believe.
It's no easier for people like me to explain why we don't believe, than it is for believers to explain why they do. Or rather, we can both try to explain it, but we can't make the other person really understand.
My thoughts were going along those lines, and I said, "They should ask how anyone *can* believe in god." Ie., the one question is just as valid (and useless) as the other.
Qiao replied that he believes, and that he thinks he is still alive because of God.
I know that he believes, and that he's Christian... he's taken comfort in being visited by the priest of his church, and in praying together.
However, I usually don't pay much attention to that fact. I'm completely aware of it, but it's also in the background of my mind rather than the forefront. I tend to ignore it. The same way I do his conservative politics, and the fact that he enjoys listening to those kind of talk shows. And sort of like how I ignore that we aren't very sexually compatible.
Qiao's words brought it back to the forefront of my mind for a bit. It's a downer; that is why I usually ignore it.
It made me think about how superficial our relationship is. When I visit him in the hospital, we hold hands. It's a very comforting feeling. I'm comfortable with him. He makes me feel good. He's my "sweetheart", as one of my co-workers phrased it.
We live together, we eat dinner together, we watch some TV shows together, we sleep in the same bed together, we show each other good internet videos that we've found...
But when I really think about it, it is all rather superficial, in the same way that life itself seems superficial to me. It's just something than I'm going through / living through... there's no deep meaning in any of it.
If he were agnostic, and if his political leanings were more like mine... That might make us seem better matched, but I don't think it would make the relationship seem any "deeper".
If his sexuality were more like mine... if there were an ongoing spark between us, rather than there only having been the occasional sparks I felt in the beginning... I'm not sure how that would affect my feeling of the "deepness" of the relationship.
If I felt an ongoing spark with someone, I suspect that might make me start believing in something, though I know not what. If I believed in something, then maybe the relationship wouldn't seem superficial.
The channel seems like Fox News to me; it sounds more like a conservative talk show than actual news. Qiao said it was CNN.
One segment discussed a recent survey which indicates that more young people today are "doubting the existence of God". This was presented as if it were a bad thing. Two atheist college students were on as guests, and they were asked the question, "How can you not believe in God?" (or something similar to that).
The phrasing bothered me. It seemed to exude a presumption that it is normal to believe in a god. It seemed like they were saying, "You're weird and illogical; explain to us normal people why you're so weird".
Apparently, most people do believe in one or more gods. Even many people who don't, still believe in (and/or feel) some other kind of spirituality. So I think that something must predispose most humans for that. However, likewise, I think there must be something that predisposes or causes other humans (like me) not to believe.
It's no easier for people like me to explain why we don't believe, than it is for believers to explain why they do. Or rather, we can both try to explain it, but we can't make the other person really understand.
My thoughts were going along those lines, and I said, "They should ask how anyone *can* believe in god." Ie., the one question is just as valid (and useless) as the other.
Qiao replied that he believes, and that he thinks he is still alive because of God.
I know that he believes, and that he's Christian... he's taken comfort in being visited by the priest of his church, and in praying together.
However, I usually don't pay much attention to that fact. I'm completely aware of it, but it's also in the background of my mind rather than the forefront. I tend to ignore it. The same way I do his conservative politics, and the fact that he enjoys listening to those kind of talk shows. And sort of like how I ignore that we aren't very sexually compatible.
Qiao's words brought it back to the forefront of my mind for a bit. It's a downer; that is why I usually ignore it.
It made me think about how superficial our relationship is. When I visit him in the hospital, we hold hands. It's a very comforting feeling. I'm comfortable with him. He makes me feel good. He's my "sweetheart", as one of my co-workers phrased it.
We live together, we eat dinner together, we watch some TV shows together, we sleep in the same bed together, we show each other good internet videos that we've found...
But when I really think about it, it is all rather superficial, in the same way that life itself seems superficial to me. It's just something than I'm going through / living through... there's no deep meaning in any of it.
If he were agnostic, and if his political leanings were more like mine... That might make us seem better matched, but I don't think it would make the relationship seem any "deeper".
If his sexuality were more like mine... if there were an ongoing spark between us, rather than there only having been the occasional sparks I felt in the beginning... I'm not sure how that would affect my feeling of the "deepness" of the relationship.
If I felt an ongoing spark with someone, I suspect that might make me start believing in something, though I know not what. If I believed in something, then maybe the relationship wouldn't seem superficial.
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Sunday, July 18th, 2010 03:09 amtime for bed. time for bed.
you can't figure out the universe when you're tired.
i'm still confused. i'm still unsure.
I will never be certain.
i'm afraid.
i don't want to have to take care of people when they get old.
already old.
i'm getting old myself.
too old for walks
too old for stairs
too old for running
too old for being young
it's not real.
whose favorite androgyne am i?
it's not real.
good fucking lord. LJ's spellchecker doesn't know the word 'androgyne'.
would i miss it?
what would I miss?
it's not real.
a pat on the shoulder.
a cold shoulder.
it's too real. it's mundane.
it's not fantasy, not special.
i'm so sick of being alive.
there's nothing good about it.
you can't figure out the universe when you're tired.
i'm still confused. i'm still unsure.
I will never be certain.
i'm afraid.
i don't want to have to take care of people when they get old.
already old.
i'm getting old myself.
too old for walks
too old for stairs
too old for running
too old for being young
it's not real.
whose favorite androgyne am i?
it's not real.
good fucking lord. LJ's spellchecker doesn't know the word 'androgyne'.
would i miss it?
what would I miss?
it's not real.
a pat on the shoulder.
a cold shoulder.
it's too real. it's mundane.
it's not fantasy, not special.
i'm so sick of being alive.
there's nothing good about it.
sex and love, affection and friendships
Sunday, April 18th, 2010 02:38 pmBeing mostly asexual, I've always had a hard time understanding what sex has to do with love; about why having sex purportedly tends to make sexual people start feeling love and/or affection for the person(s) they have sex with. Or why it increases the love/affection they feel for the other person.
But it occurred to me this morning that sex is generally very pleasurable for sexual people, and that the person they have sex with therefore becomes a source of pleasure for them. And when someone is a source of pleasure for you, you start to like them a lot. The greater the pleasure, the more you like them.
In retrospect, it seems quite obvious, but I'm not sure if it's ever quite "clicked" in my mind that way before... I would think of 2 people having sex, and I'd consider the physical act of sex itself the source of pleasure for the people involved, and I didn't see why the physical act would lead to an emotional bond, since it was a purely physical act.
It's been such a rare occurrence for anyone in real life to be a great source of pleasure for me, that it's almost a foreign concept to me. It's even been rare for anyone to be a moderate source of pleasure; which may be why I've rarely felt much inclination to try to form and maintain friendships with people.
Maybe what I feel for Qiao is closer to friendship than love. I'm still not sure if I really love anyone. Qiao has on occasion been a great source of pleasure for me, but that's mostly been long in the past. Nowadays he is usually a moderate source of pleasure for me.
Those times when someone has been a great source of pleasure to me, it has felt sexual to me... that is how I've come to define sexuality in my mind, even if it may not actually be related to sex. Great pleasure is *sexual*; it is a sudden magical *thing* between that person and me, which sparks my mind and excites my emotions and possibly also excites my body. During those moments, I adore the other person. And for a long time afterwards, I remember the pleasure that was felt, prolonging the pleasure, and I still associate it with the other person, and I therefore still adore the other person. This persists for a long time until the person ceases being a continuing source of great pleasure, and I no longer expect or hope to feel it from them again.
But it occurred to me this morning that sex is generally very pleasurable for sexual people, and that the person they have sex with therefore becomes a source of pleasure for them. And when someone is a source of pleasure for you, you start to like them a lot. The greater the pleasure, the more you like them.
In retrospect, it seems quite obvious, but I'm not sure if it's ever quite "clicked" in my mind that way before... I would think of 2 people having sex, and I'd consider the physical act of sex itself the source of pleasure for the people involved, and I didn't see why the physical act would lead to an emotional bond, since it was a purely physical act.
It's been such a rare occurrence for anyone in real life to be a great source of pleasure for me, that it's almost a foreign concept to me. It's even been rare for anyone to be a moderate source of pleasure; which may be why I've rarely felt much inclination to try to form and maintain friendships with people.
Maybe what I feel for Qiao is closer to friendship than love. I'm still not sure if I really love anyone. Qiao has on occasion been a great source of pleasure for me, but that's mostly been long in the past. Nowadays he is usually a moderate source of pleasure for me.
Those times when someone has been a great source of pleasure to me, it has felt sexual to me... that is how I've come to define sexuality in my mind, even if it may not actually be related to sex. Great pleasure is *sexual*; it is a sudden magical *thing* between that person and me, which sparks my mind and excites my emotions and possibly also excites my body. During those moments, I adore the other person. And for a long time afterwards, I remember the pleasure that was felt, prolonging the pleasure, and I still associate it with the other person, and I therefore still adore the other person. This persists for a long time until the person ceases being a continuing source of great pleasure, and I no longer expect or hope to feel it from them again.
hello. where are you? where am i?
Sunday, December 27th, 2009 02:47 amI want to feel awed. Not by a stranger's physical or mental skills, but by something more personal. Mystical. Magical.
I want to feel that sense of belonging, contentedness, which I've only felt in a few ancient dreams and fantasies.
I want to feel gleeful excitement.
I want to have fun.
This relationship soothes some of the pain but does not heal the wound.
I am still alone.
I want to feel something, something other than pain.
I want to feel that sense of belonging, contentedness, which I've only felt in a few ancient dreams and fantasies.
I want to feel gleeful excitement.
I want to have fun.
This relationship soothes some of the pain but does not heal the wound.
I am still alone.
I want to feel something, something other than pain.
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Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 01:21 amI'm beginning to think that Q tends to mistakenly interpret other people's actions as acts of passive-aggressiveness towards him. Or it could be that his interpretations are correct, and that I am naive to think that people generally would not act that way.
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I'm feeling a slight level of general anxiety. Must be hormones.
I don't know how to enjoy things. I've got things to do. I've got this vague idea that once I finish those things, that I'll be able to relax and enjoy being on vacation. But I don't know how to do so. I don't particularly enjoy anything. Maybe that is why I keep myself busy with these "things to do". If I could think of something enjoyable to do, maybe I wouldn't waste my precious time like that. Or maybe the things I'm doing are the things that I originally thought would be enjoyable, but which I now find out just feel like things that need to get done.
Phone-calls have been annoying me. I don't get many; but when I do, I feel interrupted in the things I'm busy doing, and annoyed at the interruption, and annoyed at having to listen to someone talk and talk and talk instead of being able to continue and complete the task I was interrupted in doing. But I'm always busy doing something, so there's no good time for anyone to call.
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The wrist-cuffs of my sweaters and jackets smell like dog saliva.
There's a friend of one of my co-workers who had indicated to them a strong interest in taking the puppy. I think I should have heard from him by now, but I still haven't. On the one hand, I'm anxious about having him call, as I'm worried that Q will be upset if I give away the puppy. But I've always intended to find a different home for it. Why does everyone think I'm going to keep it? Do they think I'm such a good-hearted person that it would be natural for me to keep it and keep taking care of it for years and years and years?
On the other hand, I'm anxious that he won't call, and I'll end up having to keep the puppy, and that Q and me will break up, but that I'll still have to keep the puppy even though Q says he'd be willing to take it, and that the dog will be lonely and neglected because I can't take good care of it, because I'm an unhappy, joyless individual, and I can't love it, and taking care of it feels like work and takes away from my precious time. My precious time, which I can't find anything enjoyable to do with it. Because nothing makes me happy.
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I'm feeling a slight level of general anxiety. Must be hormones.
I don't know how to enjoy things. I've got things to do. I've got this vague idea that once I finish those things, that I'll be able to relax and enjoy being on vacation. But I don't know how to do so. I don't particularly enjoy anything. Maybe that is why I keep myself busy with these "things to do". If I could think of something enjoyable to do, maybe I wouldn't waste my precious time like that. Or maybe the things I'm doing are the things that I originally thought would be enjoyable, but which I now find out just feel like things that need to get done.
Phone-calls have been annoying me. I don't get many; but when I do, I feel interrupted in the things I'm busy doing, and annoyed at the interruption, and annoyed at having to listen to someone talk and talk and talk instead of being able to continue and complete the task I was interrupted in doing. But I'm always busy doing something, so there's no good time for anyone to call.
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The wrist-cuffs of my sweaters and jackets smell like dog saliva.
There's a friend of one of my co-workers who had indicated to them a strong interest in taking the puppy. I think I should have heard from him by now, but I still haven't. On the one hand, I'm anxious about having him call, as I'm worried that Q will be upset if I give away the puppy. But I've always intended to find a different home for it. Why does everyone think I'm going to keep it? Do they think I'm such a good-hearted person that it would be natural for me to keep it and keep taking care of it for years and years and years?
On the other hand, I'm anxious that he won't call, and I'll end up having to keep the puppy, and that Q and me will break up, but that I'll still have to keep the puppy even though Q says he'd be willing to take it, and that the dog will be lonely and neglected because I can't take good care of it, because I'm an unhappy, joyless individual, and I can't love it, and taking care of it feels like work and takes away from my precious time. My precious time, which I can't find anything enjoyable to do with it. Because nothing makes me happy.
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Saturday, November 28th, 2009 03:37 pmQiao has several times expressed disdain for certain methods of child-rearing / discipline. He thinks that "touchy-feely" types of discipline don't work on all children, and that they wouldn't have worked on him or his brother. He's scoffed at the Super-Nanny TV show. Nevertheless, I turned the show on yesterday to watch it, because I find it interesting, and because SuperNanny is awesome. (SuperNanny seems able to see exactly what the problems are in a family, and how to fix them.) Qiao commented that we must not usually be home on Fridays when the show is on, because we've very rarely watched the show together. He didn't realize that we haven't watched it precisely because I don't feel very comfortable turning it on when he is here, due to his negative comments about it.
Yesterday, he scoffed at the show again, calling it "psycho-babble". He says that time-outs may work for about half of children, but not the others, and that it wouldn't be so bad if shows like this at least admitted this fact instead of pretending that time-outs work on all children.
Things like that get under my skin. It's a conservative versus liberal thought-pattern thing, and it feels like an attack on me for being liberal as opposed to being conservative like him.
I don't totally disagree with him. It is possible that time-outs won't work in a good way for all children. It makes sense that a single method would not work for everyone, because people differ a lot. But having him use words like "touchy-feely" and "psychobabble" irritates me a lot.
I'm not even totally against physical discipline such as spanking. Perhaps spanking works best for some children; I don't know. It probably depends on the child's personality, as well as how it is implemented - how forceful and how often, and for what kinds of infractions. From people's own accounts of how physical discipline affected them, I know that it can emotionally scar some people, while other people feel it was necessary for them to to grow into the well-mannered and successful adults they are now. Perhaps the difference is due to the physical discipline not having been done correctly in some cases, assuming there is some "correct" way that would work in all cases. Likewise, perhaps time-outs don't always work, due to them not being done correctly. Or perhaps the difference is due to whether or not the child feels accepted and loved for who they are during the time when they are not being disciplined.
So anyway, today I was reading this article, What Makes Time-Out Work (and Fail)?.
One of the points made by the article is that in order for time-outs to work, the rest of the time (the time-ins) must be a rewarding and positive experience for children:
A child’s daily environment must be pleasant and full of positive attention from caregivers if time-out is going to work. In short, if a child spends most of his day being bored, ignored, belittled, and yelled at, going to time-out might not seem that much different and consequently will not change his behavior. In fact, many children will misbehave on purpose, even during time-out, just to get some kind of attention, resulting in their parent’s faulty thinking that even more severe discipline strategies are needed.
So basically, when rearing a child, you have to spend a lot of time at it.
I don't want any children. If forced to take care of a child, I'd want to spend as little time at it as possible. I'd be looking for quick simple solutions, ways of getting the child to behave and not cause me grief, and hoping to be able to ignore them most of the time. But there aren't any quick and simple solutions.
It's similar with the puppy. She's a cute puppy, and she deserves love and affection and a caregiver's time. But I don't really want to have to spend any time on her. I feel sorry for her when she's outside or in the garage alone while I'm in the house doing other things, but neither do I want to spend hours playing with her, cleaning up after her, and training her. When thinking about giving her away, my main concern is that she ends up in a good home where she will be happy and well-taken care of, and that she won't feel sad that I've abandoned her. I don't feel sad in thinking that I'll no longer have her around.
Yesterday, he scoffed at the show again, calling it "psycho-babble". He says that time-outs may work for about half of children, but not the others, and that it wouldn't be so bad if shows like this at least admitted this fact instead of pretending that time-outs work on all children.
Things like that get under my skin. It's a conservative versus liberal thought-pattern thing, and it feels like an attack on me for being liberal as opposed to being conservative like him.
I don't totally disagree with him. It is possible that time-outs won't work in a good way for all children. It makes sense that a single method would not work for everyone, because people differ a lot. But having him use words like "touchy-feely" and "psychobabble" irritates me a lot.
I'm not even totally against physical discipline such as spanking. Perhaps spanking works best for some children; I don't know. It probably depends on the child's personality, as well as how it is implemented - how forceful and how often, and for what kinds of infractions. From people's own accounts of how physical discipline affected them, I know that it can emotionally scar some people, while other people feel it was necessary for them to to grow into the well-mannered and successful adults they are now. Perhaps the difference is due to the physical discipline not having been done correctly in some cases, assuming there is some "correct" way that would work in all cases. Likewise, perhaps time-outs don't always work, due to them not being done correctly. Or perhaps the difference is due to whether or not the child feels accepted and loved for who they are during the time when they are not being disciplined.
So anyway, today I was reading this article, What Makes Time-Out Work (and Fail)?.
One of the points made by the article is that in order for time-outs to work, the rest of the time (the time-ins) must be a rewarding and positive experience for children:
A child’s daily environment must be pleasant and full of positive attention from caregivers if time-out is going to work. In short, if a child spends most of his day being bored, ignored, belittled, and yelled at, going to time-out might not seem that much different and consequently will not change his behavior. In fact, many children will misbehave on purpose, even during time-out, just to get some kind of attention, resulting in their parent’s faulty thinking that even more severe discipline strategies are needed.
So basically, when rearing a child, you have to spend a lot of time at it.
I don't want any children. If forced to take care of a child, I'd want to spend as little time at it as possible. I'd be looking for quick simple solutions, ways of getting the child to behave and not cause me grief, and hoping to be able to ignore them most of the time. But there aren't any quick and simple solutions.
It's similar with the puppy. She's a cute puppy, and she deserves love and affection and a caregiver's time. But I don't really want to have to spend any time on her. I feel sorry for her when she's outside or in the garage alone while I'm in the house doing other things, but neither do I want to spend hours playing with her, cleaning up after her, and training her. When thinking about giving her away, my main concern is that she ends up in a good home where she will be happy and well-taken care of, and that she won't feel sad that I've abandoned her. I don't feel sad in thinking that I'll no longer have her around.
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Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 06:23 pmI'm now almost halfway thru the Atlas Shrugged book. I still like and dislike the same aspects about it as in the beginning.
I don't understand why, when people get upset about their partners having an affair, it is only or mainly over the aspect of the partner having sex with someone else. The partner can talk to someone else, correspond with them, spend time with them, do non-sexual things together with them, have fun with them, but it's only when there is something sexual involved, that it is considered a big deal or a major problem. Why is it considered such a big deal? If the partner falls in love with someone else, without having sex with them, why is it not considered as significant? Or is it not possible for most people to fall in love without having sex, or without desiring to have sex with the other person?
Parts of the book contrast what sex is like for Hank Reardon with his wife as compared to with his lover. His wife disdains sex, puts up with it as her "duty" to her husband, but tries to keep him from getting pleasure out of it. Whereas his lover enjoys sex, views it in a positive light, and makes it feel wonderful for him. The book describes how wrong the first way is, and how right the other way is. But I feel like I'm more similar to the wife, when it comes to sex, than the lover. I don't have a sex drive, and I don't particularly like sex... The vision of me being a lukewarm, disinterested, dispassionate body in bed doesn't strike me as too far from the truth... so, while I don't try to keep the other person from enjoying sex like the wife, I still feel that I resemble her more than the lover. So why would anyone sexual, especially someone who thinks so highly of that book, want to put up with me? Why does Q? Is it because he doesn't see me the way I see myself? Does he see his own image of me instead? Will that image slowly fade away over time? Does he think I've just repressed any sexual desires I may have as being a bad thing, like the wife did, as opposed to not having them? Does he think I will eventually become un-repressed?
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And why do some of my chigger bumps still itch, and why are some of them getting bigger again even though they were going away before? Does scratching them make them get big again?
I don't understand why, when people get upset about their partners having an affair, it is only or mainly over the aspect of the partner having sex with someone else. The partner can talk to someone else, correspond with them, spend time with them, do non-sexual things together with them, have fun with them, but it's only when there is something sexual involved, that it is considered a big deal or a major problem. Why is it considered such a big deal? If the partner falls in love with someone else, without having sex with them, why is it not considered as significant? Or is it not possible for most people to fall in love without having sex, or without desiring to have sex with the other person?
Parts of the book contrast what sex is like for Hank Reardon with his wife as compared to with his lover. His wife disdains sex, puts up with it as her "duty" to her husband, but tries to keep him from getting pleasure out of it. Whereas his lover enjoys sex, views it in a positive light, and makes it feel wonderful for him. The book describes how wrong the first way is, and how right the other way is. But I feel like I'm more similar to the wife, when it comes to sex, than the lover. I don't have a sex drive, and I don't particularly like sex... The vision of me being a lukewarm, disinterested, dispassionate body in bed doesn't strike me as too far from the truth... so, while I don't try to keep the other person from enjoying sex like the wife, I still feel that I resemble her more than the lover. So why would anyone sexual, especially someone who thinks so highly of that book, want to put up with me? Why does Q? Is it because he doesn't see me the way I see myself? Does he see his own image of me instead? Will that image slowly fade away over time? Does he think I've just repressed any sexual desires I may have as being a bad thing, like the wife did, as opposed to not having them? Does he think I will eventually become un-repressed?
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And why do some of my chigger bumps still itch, and why are some of them getting bigger again even though they were going away before? Does scratching them make them get big again?
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Saturday, June 20th, 2009 12:27 amI've been wondering if I might feel self-conscious for having a flat chest, if I get top surgery. For looking like a female, but not like a female. Which doesn't really make sense, since up till now, I've always been self-conscious when I notice my breasts are noticeable, and not self-conscious when I wear a sports bra which makes my chest look flatter. But I guess I worry that having them removed would make me even flatter... like with a sunken chest, maybe... and that people might pick up on that more. Oh, who cares. But I've been trying to think of the possible negative effects, to make sure I'm willing to put up with them.
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Q said something which struck me in a bad way. About how us not being able to sleep together in the same room would defeat the purpose of me going a particular place with him.
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What if I get on anti-depressants, and they don't make life feel any better? Then what will I do?
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So many people have things so much worse than I do.
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At work, I don't *want* to lead any meetings. I don't *want* to be put in charge of anything. Give me some work, tell me what needs to be done, and I'll do it. Tell me to present something in a meeting, and I can even do that. But if you tell me to lead something, or to be in charge of other people, then I get all uncomfortable and nervous. Please don't do that.
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A hawk flew towards me and past me, following the path of the street I was walking on, between the trees on either side, carrying a small animal in its talons.
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Q said something which struck me in a bad way. About how us not being able to sleep together in the same room would defeat the purpose of me going a particular place with him.
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What if I get on anti-depressants, and they don't make life feel any better? Then what will I do?
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So many people have things so much worse than I do.
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At work, I don't *want* to lead any meetings. I don't *want* to be put in charge of anything. Give me some work, tell me what needs to be done, and I'll do it. Tell me to present something in a meeting, and I can even do that. But if you tell me to lead something, or to be in charge of other people, then I get all uncomfortable and nervous. Please don't do that.
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A hawk flew towards me and past me, following the path of the street I was walking on, between the trees on either side, carrying a small animal in its talons.
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Sunday, May 10th, 2009 12:57 pmI'm wearing my hitherto most comfortable bra, and it is uncomfortably tight on my ribcage. Sigh. Maybe that is the problem with finding comfortable bras - the fact that my body doesn't stay the same size.
I ate too many potato chips. My stomach is uncomfortably large too, at the moment. At least that will go away in an hour or 2.
I never did get a reply to the comment I left on the Fruit of the Loom website, about their underwear. The person who read it must think I'm nuts.
Breast Cancer surgery scar photos:
http://www.davidjayphotography.com/TheSCARProject/
Some have nipples, some don't.
It would be nice if I could just leave my body behind.. just float out of it, ethereally...
Q introduced me as his girlfriend, to some of his relations. That sounded/felt sort of weird. I suppose it would be hard on him, if I looked more boyish... as a boy, I think I look younger than as a female. So then there would seem to be more of an age difference between us too, in addition to potentially looking like a gay couple. But then, maybe in comparison to him, I look girlish, regardless.
I ate too many potato chips. My stomach is uncomfortably large too, at the moment. At least that will go away in an hour or 2.
I never did get a reply to the comment I left on the Fruit of the Loom website, about their underwear. The person who read it must think I'm nuts.
Breast Cancer surgery scar photos:
http://www.davidjayphotography.com/TheSCARProject/
Some have nipples, some don't.
It would be nice if I could just leave my body behind.. just float out of it, ethereally...
Q introduced me as his girlfriend, to some of his relations. That sounded/felt sort of weird. I suppose it would be hard on him, if I looked more boyish... as a boy, I think I look younger than as a female. So then there would seem to be more of an age difference between us too, in addition to potentially looking like a gay couple. But then, maybe in comparison to him, I look girlish, regardless.
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Saturday, January 31st, 2009 03:52 pmWhen I was looking at the Valentine's cards at the pharmacy, there was one which was worded "To My Partner"... I liked that part of it (and there was only a single card worded like that), but the rest of the text wasn't quite right. There was another card, where almost all the text sounded appropriate... but then I saw that the card had a narrow side-flap which said "To the Woman I Love". I thought, I could cross out the "Wo"... I mean, who cares if the card was intended for a woman or man - the message is the same. I thought, I could cross out the "Love" part too, because I'm not comfortable with that word... no, crossing that out would be bad. I could have just cut the whole flap off... Then I looked at the text of the main card again, and the very last part said something about me feeling "truly happy", and I realized, that part wasn't right either. I can't honestly say that I feel truly happy. I'm happier with Q than without him, but "truly happy"? No, I don't feel that way. There were a couple of cute cards which I didn't find any fault with, but which didn't say much at all. I was thinking, maybe I should get Q all of these cards which came somewhat close, and tell him, these are the ones which come closest to what I feel, even though none of them are quite right. That didn't seem like the greatest idea though, either.
I thought of perhaps getting Q's mother a birthday card, but then I thought that she has so many family-members, and she must get so many cards... And the cards I was considering seemed humorous to me, but she might not be as amused by them.
It's too bad that all the little heart-shaped candy with the little messages on them has gelatin in it. I used to like them as a kid. But I guess I wouldn't want a whole bag of them anyway. I'm not as fond of eating sugary candy as I used to be. Sometimes my teeth are even sensitive to the sugar.
I thought of perhaps getting Q's mother a birthday card, but then I thought that she has so many family-members, and she must get so many cards... And the cards I was considering seemed humorous to me, but she might not be as amused by them.
It's too bad that all the little heart-shaped candy with the little messages on them has gelatin in it. I used to like them as a kid. But I guess I wouldn't want a whole bag of them anyway. I'm not as fond of eating sugary candy as I used to be. Sometimes my teeth are even sensitive to the sugar.
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Saturday, August 30th, 2008 10:24 pmMy guyfriend is an old fogey. He thinks blue is not a good color for hair. Sigh. And I was feeling enthusiastic about it this morning. But that made me cry. (Why am I in a relationship with someone who doesn't think colorful hair is cool? He must have been pretending to like my hair the last time I colored it, 2 years ago... or maybe I just remember it that way, because I liked my hair then, and I remember my impressions, not his. How much else which is important to me, does he not like?) After a while of crying, I realized that I hadn't been crying much in recent times. Although I felt oddly bad yesterday evening too.
Memory of rope. Like everything else, ambivalence.
I've got tiger-stripes today. Tomorrow they will be blue. Old fogeys notwithstanding. Growl.
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I am an androgyne. That is my word for myself. My thought of myself. Other people probably see me as female, woman, girl, weird person, or whatever. That is their word for me. Their thought of me. It doesn't matter. I am still the same person. I am still me. Their words aren't any less right for their minds, than my word is right for my mind.
Some cultures use the same word for green as for blue. It is one color to them, different shades. Yet that does not mean that they cannot see a difference between something which is green and which is blue. Although the difference may not seem as prominent to them, as to people from other cultures who have different words for each color.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1QZGMm6lDU
The person who did this video caught my attention yesterday, due to the very cool outfits and hair she has in some of her other vids. This vid, which I watched today, impressed me too, in spite of it not showcasing her. She made the vid while rollerblading through an abandoned neighborhood... it seems creepy, how empty the neighborhood seems and how neglected and rundown the empty houses are, and how many of the doors aren't even locked. It bothered me, the idea of her trespassing into these empty houses.
The first-person perspective of rollerblading down the streets though... oh my, that looks like fun!
After watching the video, I did a search, and found out that this neighborhood had been abandoned over the course of nearly 2 decades, while the neighboring airport took over the land, for a new runway. Yet after all this time, there are still empty houses standing. And these empty houses have become victims of graffiti and vandalism and arson, in addition to neglect. It seemed such a sad thing... to imagine the people who used to live there, having moved away, and then being witness to their old neighborhood and homes transforming into this sorry state.
Memory of rope. Like everything else, ambivalence.
I've got tiger-stripes today. Tomorrow they will be blue. Old fogeys notwithstanding. Growl.
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I am an androgyne. That is my word for myself. My thought of myself. Other people probably see me as female, woman, girl, weird person, or whatever. That is their word for me. Their thought of me. It doesn't matter. I am still the same person. I am still me. Their words aren't any less right for their minds, than my word is right for my mind.
Some cultures use the same word for green as for blue. It is one color to them, different shades. Yet that does not mean that they cannot see a difference between something which is green and which is blue. Although the difference may not seem as prominent to them, as to people from other cultures who have different words for each color.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1QZGMm6lDU
The person who did this video caught my attention yesterday, due to the very cool outfits and hair she has in some of her other vids. This vid, which I watched today, impressed me too, in spite of it not showcasing her. She made the vid while rollerblading through an abandoned neighborhood... it seems creepy, how empty the neighborhood seems and how neglected and rundown the empty houses are, and how many of the doors aren't even locked. It bothered me, the idea of her trespassing into these empty houses.
The first-person perspective of rollerblading down the streets though... oh my, that looks like fun!
After watching the video, I did a search, and found out that this neighborhood had been abandoned over the course of nearly 2 decades, while the neighboring airport took over the land, for a new runway. Yet after all this time, there are still empty houses standing. And these empty houses have become victims of graffiti and vandalism and arson, in addition to neglect. It seemed such a sad thing... to imagine the people who used to live there, having moved away, and then being witness to their old neighborhood and homes transforming into this sorry state.
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Sunday, April 20th, 2008 12:28 pmI am looking forward to washing the windows in the sunroom today. It feels a bit odd, that I am so eager to get at it. I am glad there is sunshine. Q is all 3 of those things; that's all there is to it. But I have no faith in humans. No faith that anyone else would be any better for me, nor that I could be attracted to anyone else ever again. At least there is some kind of attraction between Q and me.
Oh dang. I ought to go by Forestfen's to install something on her computer for her, and to pick up collard greens... but not till after I wash those windows, or at least as much of them as feel like doing today.
Oh dang. I ought to go by Forestfen's to install something on her computer for her, and to pick up collard greens... but not till after I wash those windows, or at least as much of them as feel like doing today.
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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007 10:23 pmLiving on my own, I now have to cook for myself all the time instead of only once in a while. Except for the days we go out to eat; but that is offset by the food I cook not lasting as long, because someone else is eating it too.
Having my own place, I am spending a significant amount of time doing things which I did not used to have to do, such as mowing grass, maintaining the yard, cleaning out gutters, shopping for useful items such as washing machines and toilet brushes, and getting house repairs and improvements done.
Having a friend who now spends several nights a week with me, those are several days per week where I do not get very much else done, as it seems rude to me to spend time doing other things when ze is here.
So I have more to do, and less time to do it in.
It wouldn't be surprising if I were somewhat stressed from it.
Having my own place, I am spending a significant amount of time doing things which I did not used to have to do, such as mowing grass, maintaining the yard, cleaning out gutters, shopping for useful items such as washing machines and toilet brushes, and getting house repairs and improvements done.
Having a friend who now spends several nights a week with me, those are several days per week where I do not get very much else done, as it seems rude to me to spend time doing other things when ze is here.
So I have more to do, and less time to do it in.
It wouldn't be surprising if I were somewhat stressed from it.
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Sunday, November 26th, 2006 01:39 amI was thinking today that a part of my problem is that, all logic aside, I haven't emotionally accepted that me and Qiao are finished. That it's finito, game over, no more. But I'm getting there. It's strange how emotions and logic can be such separate and conflicting forces within a person. (And how emotions themselves can be so conflicting. There were emotional forces, after all, in addition to the logical ones, which led to the break-up.)
I do want Qiao to be happy. I do want him to meet someone nice who is compatible with him. Yet imagining him already now being or getting involved with other people bothers me, because that would mean he got over me faster than I got over him. That would mean he didn't really care that much about me. Although that reasoning wouldn't necessarily be true; it might just mean he's more pragmatic than me, or deals with sadness in different ways than me, or gets on with his life faster than me.
I still don't totally trust that he wasn't involved with other people even while involved with me. He's so nice, and he hasn't done anything to tarnish his image in my eyes like Wododu did, but still I have these niggling doubts. What does that say about me? Will I never be able to totally trust anyone, even when they are trustworthy?
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What does "to play the dozen" mean? I heard it on TV, a teacher was dealing with a difficult student and told him, "I'm not going to play the dozen with you". So I searched Google, and found an instance of it in a JayZ song, but that didn't explain the meaning or etymology for me.
I do want Qiao to be happy. I do want him to meet someone nice who is compatible with him. Yet imagining him already now being or getting involved with other people bothers me, because that would mean he got over me faster than I got over him. That would mean he didn't really care that much about me. Although that reasoning wouldn't necessarily be true; it might just mean he's more pragmatic than me, or deals with sadness in different ways than me, or gets on with his life faster than me.
I still don't totally trust that he wasn't involved with other people even while involved with me. He's so nice, and he hasn't done anything to tarnish his image in my eyes like Wododu did, but still I have these niggling doubts. What does that say about me? Will I never be able to totally trust anyone, even when they are trustworthy?
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What does "to play the dozen" mean? I heard it on TV, a teacher was dealing with a difficult student and told him, "I'm not going to play the dozen with you". So I searched Google, and found an instance of it in a JayZ song, but that didn't explain the meaning or etymology for me.
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Thursday, October 12th, 2006 06:12 pmerrant thoughts from work
I didn't lose happiness.
If I were happy, I wouldn't have broken up with him.
Or is happiness something you only recognize,
when you lose it?
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Maybe this sadness
isn't so much a mourning for losing what was,
as a mourning for losing what might have been...
for what was close enough to being, to imagine,
even though in reality, it could not be.
I was losing it, even before.
What might have been was turning into
what wasn't.
I didn't lose happiness.
If I were happy, I wouldn't have broken up with him.
Or is happiness something you only recognize,
when you lose it?
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Maybe this sadness
isn't so much a mourning for losing what was,
as a mourning for losing what might have been...
for what was close enough to being, to imagine,
even though in reality, it could not be.
I was losing it, even before.
What might have been was turning into
what wasn't.