dip, divulge

I sit here, in my parents' house, on a Friday night. It's my parents house, not my own, because while some of my belongings still exist between these walls, I know longer feel as though it is my place anymore. It's amazing how fast time, and life, can change you.

I've been back less than two days and I'm already reaping in the benefits of not being a responsible adult. When I think about my friends who are married right now it really scares me. Plus, who doesn't want to be spoiled by their parents for a couple of weeks during the holiday season? I'd love to find a guy who could provide me with the lifestyle I'm living under this roof. 

It's just a necessary break. From school, from interning, from work, from my mind. I get an entire month, well 3 more weeks, to wake and up do whatever I want. While most of that freedom will be spent becoming friends-with-benefits with my bed and convincing myself that playing guitar hero constitutes as exercise, I still have the ability to choose how I will spend the next glorious weeks. 

I went to the library today and wandered in and out of the aisles of books, trying to decide what my interests were in.  It's been a long while since I've been able to decide what I am interested in and there was an overwhelming sense of calm when I realized how many people probably felt the same jumble and jargon in their heads and put those thoughts in words for others to take a glimpse of. I've settled on books of "truth." The personal genre I've made up for my interests at the moment. Books about real-stories. College memoirs, psychological disorders, people reflecting back on complicated times in their lives and how they moved on from them to live a normal life. Seems pretty fitting, right?

You know when you see a pool and you want to dive right into it? Some people take that plunge right into the water, not knowing what they are going to feel when they hit the surface. I'm not one of those people. I put my big toe in, follow by the foot, leg, and if you're lucky I get paranoid that people think I'm overanalyzing the ratio of pool temperature to air temperature and just go for it. Well I'm going to stay consistent and bring that metaphor into my life for the next couple of weeks. Divulge into some new things, at a steady pace, and see if one pulls me in enough to stay for a while. If what I'm saying doesn't make sense to you right now, I've succeeded. 

I'll be posting a lot this break. Writing is that one thing that radiates the life back into me. And it's something I do just for myself. Until then, I leave you with this quote. I'm hoping it will bring some psychological and philosophical insight to my life in the near future.

"The idea of traumatic loss and how do people manage life after loss, and what is the difference between someone who falls into depression and someone who finds joy and an optimistic space. The answer I discovered is purpose." - Will Smith, on his character in Seven Pounds

nostalgia

My line of work relies heavily on good communication and thinking.  I think way too much and I often don't communicate how I feel.

Have you ever had something way so heavily on you that it starts to consume you? I've allowed my mind to get out of control and it's slowly breaking me down.

I'm learning to never assume. 

The Divide

My life has been so overwhelmingly busy that I haven't really had time to sit down and put my thoughts together.  While I'm constantly conjuring up different thoughts and feelings in my head, I'm not able to verbalizing them in a cathartic way and it's starting to add more stress on my life. The clocks ticking and I have deadlines, both physical and theoretical, and I just need to pause and allow myself some room to breathe so I don't overlook something and allow myself to get caught up in a life I know longer own.

Balancing an internship (which I adore and slightly obsess over) where I am pretty much a staff member, a Master's education with a full time school load, and PhD applications is finally getting to me.  My life is put in these little boxes where I have to schedule what I need to do in order to make sure it gets done.  Basically if you're not in my planner, there's a good chance I've lost all communication with you.  It's this unbalanced feeling of maintaining relationships with the people closest to me (or at least were in the past, but now we are growing up and changing, and those ties are becoming broken) and setting myself up for a future that is truly going to make me feel accomplished and passion-driven.  

I've become a most established social worker in the fact that I am comfortable with what I am doing now and I'm really coming to understand the theories and how to apply them to my work.  This would be great, except now it's conflicting with my relationships.  Whereas before I would constantly listen to my friends and help them with various things going on, now my mind goes to "well they are experiencing this as a result of this so they should do this." I just feel like I can't even help a friend anymore, whatever I want to say almost sounds condescending. 

In my human sexuality class we learned about how when people are in relationships (partnerships, but I apply this to friendships as well) they know what the other person likes.  If they are not giving this to the person, they figure they are going somewhere else to get it, because in their relationship it has always been a huge factor.  For instance, if you are not having sex, but you know your partner loves sex, you assume that they are cheating on you. Well I've kind of applied that theory to my own life, in the fact that I'm loosening ties with a lot of friends.  Whereas before I had so much time to catch up when them now I'm just.  However, instead of being worried that they are become friends with someone else (which I am not saying is a bad thing, I want everyone to be friends with everyone) I get these huge anxiety attacks where I feel like my friends are mad at me because they don't want to be a part of my life anymore. When in reality this sounds ridiculous, for some reason my mind is always thinking things like this. Just another thing I worry about that has no basis or reasoning behind it.

I'm also coming to a turning point where I'm trying to fight between two different sides that I have.  One is telling me to tell the world to fuck off, if people don't like me then it is there problem.  The other yearns for acceptance from others, because really no one wants to be rejected.  I want to step out of my comfort zone and take some leaps to see where I will go, but then I am afraid of failing and loosing who I was altogether.  And as always I love my freedom that I have become accustomed too, but I am in need of a partner who I can come to at the end of the day and make me realize that this is just life, and it will all be okay.  I wish it were easier to find someone who makes you happy, enjoys your quirks, accepts you for who you are, is able to communicate, and it able to show you compassion and care.  I guess that is kind of a lot to ask for though, huh?

If anything at all I have to allow myself to take more time to get these thoughts out.  Maybe someone will read them someday and be able to relate. I guess that's what it all really comes down to. 

what am i doing?

I feel like my life is scattered at the moment, as in things are all over the place and I don't really know what I am doing. I keep telling myself the next 11 months don't really matter because I'm just truckin' it along, finishing my master's, and getting ready for the next step. Somehow things will fall into place, they always do. It's actually pretty amusing that when I look back on everything all the worrying I did was unnecessary.  Next year at this time I will either be preparing for my doctorate or in the real world with a job. I really enjoy not knowing where I am going to be or what I am going to be doing, I just hope it's a big change. I'm ready for something new.

I've had too much time to think recently, which has continued the cycle of me overanalyzing myself.  Since I've moved to Cleveland I've changed. I'm not sure if it's the independence or the social work, but something has caused me to grow up and really get to know myself.  I've realized that I've become a pretty nice person, which would be a good thing, if it didn't mean I let people walk all over me.  I think I'm scared of conflict, scared of rejection from people, so I hold back a lot of what I am thinking and feeling.  I'm allowing people to say things to me and I just brush it off, which I find a lot easier than starting a pointless argument.  

I read  "A New Earth" as suggested and I thought 75% of it was bs. It got to the point where I was just reading it to get through it, but once in a while I would stumble across something that I really did enjoy.  If I got anything from reading it it was that you have to live in the moment and understand that only you can control your actions.  Everyone around you is doing something different and you're not always going to like it, but you have the choice to decide how to handle that.  I could spend my time being mad, resenting people for things, and overanalyzing situations, or I could step back, decide what options I have, and choose what is best for me. 

I've also realized that I have put a huge wall around myself and I'm not allowing anyone in.  There are very few people that I open up to and even my closest friends I hold a lot of things back from. I guess it's because I don't want to get criticized for my choices and I don't want to be lectured. I'm old enough to make my own decisions and live with those consequences. 

Another thing I realized is that I complain about not being able to meet a guy in Cleveland, however whenever I'm visiting friends for a weekend I meet someone I could really like. Or I find a guy in Cleveland who just so happens to live in a city hundreds of miles away.  I'm pretty sure I am doing this because I don't want to meet anyone that I can like. First, I'm moving in less than a year, so I don't want to start a relationship and then pack up and leave right when things get serious.  Also, I don't want to subject myself to the chance of getting hurt. Finally when the wounds are almost mended, I don't want to open them back up.

I'm pretty sure some of the choices I am making right now I am going to kick myself for later, but I'm just going with it. Not questioning it, not overanalyzing it, not wondering why it is happening and if there are deeper meanings underneath. I'm just hoping it can stay this way and not get complicated. 

You can't get hurt if you don't put feelings into it, right?

sunday nights alone

Have you ever had a feeling that you can't put into words? It fills your head and your heart it consumes you, yet you don't know what to do with it.

The way things work out in my life are somewhat humorous. Just when I think I have things together something I would never expect happens. And here I am, this thought on my mind, no idea what to do with it. Do I take the risk and open myself up to figure out what exactly it is that I am feeling? Or is this beating a dead horse? I mean, I don't know how many times I can set myself up to get hurt and say it will be different when it never is, but I just have this feeling. Like it's the right thing to do. In all the fucked-up-ness this is right, whatever it is. And no one else gets it. But we do. 

I guess just writing that made me feel a little bit better. I need to write more, really write. And I need to find some things to be passionate about. Somehow searching for doctoral programs and studying for the GRE are not my forte. But I've developed a new love of the gym to get negative energy out. I'm just ready for August and being able to do something I really care about.  Summer and all this free time just give me way too much time to think.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with my life at all, yet I always find something to worry about. It's like I can't allow myself to be truly happy and I don't know why.

screwed

If you haven't seen Sex & the City and you don't want the ending ruined, don't read this.

I've recently had the chance to hang out with friends from different points in my life all within a very close time frame.  One of the things that this has helped me realize is how much I have changed and how people's perspectives of me, especially how I was 5 or 6 years ago, have completely changed. One of my friends from high school had a bridal shower this past weekend and all of our high school friends got back together. We were talking about who would be the next to be married, who would be the first to have kids, who would be what kind of mom, etc. I fell into the category of a mom would would throw her kids onto someone else and my life would be a complete mess. I don't blame my friends for saying this, because in high school that is definitely who I would have been. The sad thing is, I think my friends still think of me this way because they don't know who I am anymore. But then it makes me think that most people in my life don't really know who I am.

I'm coming to a point in my life where there is so much going on. I feel like I'm about to have a quarter-life crisis making decision that are going to affect where I end up spending a significant portion of my life at. I've been really lucky that all the major life choices I have made have been successful, but it leaves me thinking that I could have missed out on something. I guess you can't really spend time thinking about "what ifs" because it would consume your life, but a part of me can't handle it.

Sex & the City is successful, in my opinion, because a lot of girls feel like they can relate to the characters. These four women are designed to represent the four different types of personalities women have, especially when in relationships.  While I love the show and I loved the movie, I think the ending was bullshit. When people in the theatre were clapping I wanted to get up and leave.  I'm going to sound like an extreme feminist right now which is not my intent, but I don't believe that if a guy leaves you at the altar, after fucking you over several times in the past, you should take him back. But since everyone in the world enjoyed this ending but me, it makes me contemplate.

Maybe every person really does have one person that truly understands them and they feel like they are meant to be with, no matter how bad they screw them over.  It's like yeah, you ruined my life, but I'd rather be miserable with you, than miserable knowing that it is over and you are no longer a part of my life.  It's like the end of a breakup, when you make the list of pros and cons of the person, and since you just broke up the cons are much longer, but you look at the pros and then rip up the list and wish that you were still with the person. 

How do you know when things have gone too far? 

Personally, I've adapted this new thing of pointing out the flaws of every single guy that I meet and rationalizing that I shouldn't be with them because of those flaws. Not to say that there is a perfect guy, but the type of guy I want to be with doesn't exist. I don't have very high expectations, I'm just annoyed easily. 

I still am at a point in my life where I don't want to fall in love, I just want to be around someone who understands me. Unfortunately, based on my history, that person will screw me over.

ramblings

I haven't written in a while for a few reasons. Mainly because an uncanny number of people have told me they read this and really enjoy the honesty in it, which scares the hell out of me because I don't want to be judged. I want my experiences to help others adjust to theirs, but when that means criticism is involved it takes on an entire new level and meaning. I'm not good with vulernability, big surprise.

The last month of my life has been an overwhelming mix of emotions. Ups and down like most go through, but for some reason, I can't put all of the feelings I've experienced into words. So, hopefully the bottle of margarita I just killed can do something for me.

It's offically summer and I am offically half way done with my Master's. I survived and along the way met some amazing people and did some things I never thought I'd have the balls to do. I stepped out of my comfort zone which is a huge obstacle for me. Surprisingly it has led me to good things. I feel like I'm finally fitting into my life. I like living in Cleveland, I love the people I have surrounded myself with, and overall I have just been happy.

Recently, a new motto was adapted: "Live life." Simple and some may even call it cliche, but if you think about it, it's true. To me, living life means doing things that are in the back of my head but I never do them. Walking up to the cute stranger at the bar and starting a conversation, pushing yourself at the gym even though you want to go across the street to Taco Bell, sending an anonymous package to a friend because you know it will make their week.

Sometimes I don't understand humanity. I mean, we've done all of these amazing things over time, we are obviously creative and inventing and loving, so why don't we spread it more? I just wish more people did the little things, that take minimal effort but mean the world to someone else. Displacing love wherever we can put it and hoping it comes back to us one day.

I've already mentioned alcohol and Taco Bell, my two weaknesses, but here are some more truths about me. I'm one of the most sarcastic people you will ever meet. I turn most phrases into sexual enuendos and am the first to make fun of myself so others can't. I so desperatley want to change the world, to make it a better place, but I don't have the power to do it. I want to make people happy, literally, I would be okay living a mediocre life if it meant everyone I knew was completely and utterly happy. I've made some shitty choices in my past, done some things that make me repulsed by my own self, but they have taught me life lesson. Who I want to be, who I want to surround myself with, and most importantly that live is an inevitable series of events that we make the most of.

I hope that by writing, by devoting my life to social work, that by smiling at the stranger on the street, that somewhere down the line I will affect someone. We spend too much time focusing on the negative and judging the people we don't know, when there is so much good right before us. Take advantage of it, do something out of the ordinary, and I promise, it will pay off with due time.