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December 29th, 2008

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I feel the need to state that this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything I’ve ever posted before.


I hereby vow not to care about it anymore.

It’s making me depressed and I don’t want to be depressed, not only for the obvious reasons but because I don’t want those I love to be depressed that I’m depressed.

So, I won’t think about it anymore. It’s not happening. It makes me a little sad but I can live without it.

Until I know I can keep this vow I will not read about it, write stories about it, or talk about it with friends casually (though for a specific two of my readers I will talk to you about a side matter someday). Not that I’ve been doing much of the latter two to begin with. I won’t do any of that because I know in the end it will lead me to think about it and I will get depressed and as much as I want it- it’s not going to happen so I will stop wishing for it.

This is my vow to myself.


*sigh* Sorry this is such an off kilter post and that I don’t plan on explaining it but I find I tell the deepest of truth when I write it and if I’m going to keep this vow I needed to write it down. I don’t know how long I’ll keep it but I just need to keep it until it doesn’t depress me anymore, when it doesn’t and it’s safe to think about it again then I will.

Night.

Sorry About That

December 29th, 2008

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Hey all, sorry about yesterday’s post. No, I’m not sorry for expressing myself or anything like that so please don’t freak out. I’m just a bit sorry that I let it get to me like that. It’s not how I usually am but I’ve felt really terrible lately and I’m so tired of one thing or another being wrong with me.

My next day off I’m going to the doctor’s, willingly, because this is just horrid. I actually cried last night.

Anyways, I need to go write something else and make myself all happy inside again. Night.

Stuck, Sick, And Wanting A Break

December 28th, 2008

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Hello all! :) Sorry I haven’t written much lately, I’ve been… oddly stuck lately. Not a writer’s block sort of stuck, I’ve never had a problem with that sort of thing- my attention span doesn’t allow me to work on any project to the point of exhaustion which in the end is really a good thing.

No, this stuck’ness is something different. I’m having trouble deciding how to spend my time lately and little choices like should I check my email or my horoscope, or should I go draw or go paint, are starting to take more and more time. I’m thinking it’s one of two things, either A it’s because I finished writing my story and my brain is still so fried that my neural pathways are starting melt or maybe I just don’t know how to function after finally completing a project or B it’s something entirely different that I don’t feel like discussing right now.

All that aside, my stomach is killing me. I think I might have to take a trip back to the hospital soon which is really saying something coming from me. As often as I complain about all the junk that’s wrong with me I really don’t go see a doctor as much as you would think. The last time I went was cause my Hubby threatened to call an ambulance and I was having trouble breathing for a good three days, this time it’s cause it feels like I have a small but growing bonfire in my stomach.

It’s not like it’s anything new. I’ve had a problem with this since I was fifteen but the pain is starting to become too much and now that I know it’s tied in with my asthma, or actually vice versa, it makes me worry. I’m starting to lose what little control I had over it, see before- I knew if I avoided stress and a lot of the foods I like I could keep it under wraps. Now, I’m back on my stomach pills and having to take a lot more than I should and popping Rolaids like candy. Even right now I feel like I’m going to be sick.

I’m not really under any stress either. Life is good, it has it’s ups and downs and a few quirks but nothing like what my stress was a few years ago. I’m loved, happy, and quite content minus work and some other things that are all pretty tiny.

There’s this new lady up at work, a really awesome person and a wonderful worker with only a few undesirable traits to her personality- one of which is using her ailments as a an excuse for things. I can tell from the way she talks that she’s trying not to mention it too much but when she brings up all these different conditions for not wanting to do certain things… well, if she wasn’t such an awesome helper I’d be kind of pissed off to say the least.

We were talking the other day, she mentioned how she had trouble lifting things cause of her back and I told her about my own back troubles (Scoliosis, hip maligned, etc) to show that I understood what she was going through and her first response made me cringe so badly I’m thinking she might have noticed.

“You can get disability for that, you know?”

“I know but I don’t want it.”

“Why not?”

“They’d put a weight lifting limit on me and all kinds of other things I don’t want to deal with.”

“Not necessarily…”

I shifted the conversation away at that point. She new and I don’t know her well enough to confide in her but the truth of the matter is I don’t want to be labeled. Labels don’t matter to anyone unless you make them matter but if I see that on paper “Disabled” it will matter to me. I hate when people ask me to lift the glass racks at work. Most people just assume I can’t because I’m so tiny but some of them still ask me from time to time and I can’t just say “I can’t”. It doesn’t work like that and eventually I have to tell them I have such and such wrong with me, even if I’m vague it’s a mouthful.

Then when they offer for me to eat something, whatever’s been cooked for the buffet, if I decline they always ask me why. Once more this is a curse on my size, too many people think I’m anorexic and it bothers me terribly so once more- I feel I have to explain why I can’t eat such and such, once more even vaguly it’s a mouthful.

When I suddenly have to sit down and take a break or I turn on the fans in the dish room, it’s cause I can’t breath or when I have to run off suddenly to se my inhaler. I hate when people use their ailments as excuses, my mother always did it and encouraged me to do the same for much of my life, even going as far as telling me to pretend I was ignorant so I could get into the easy classes at school. It’s terrible and every time I have to explain myself I feel like I’m doing the same thing even though I know I’m not. I feel like everyone is going to see me as a hypochondriach and though I don’t tend to care what others think… it bothers me each and every time.

*sigh*

I’m also getting absolutely fed up with people commenting on my weight. I’m skinny, yes. I’m not anorexic. Not I don’t give a crap if you think I’m lucky and no I don’t give it a crap if I am and finally NO, I will not be wishing my metabolism was the same as now when I’m thirty because genetically speaking in my family my stature is not going to change and NO I don’t feel like telling each and every darn person that over and over again.

I’m tired of hearing it, it’s always the same no matter what they say.

“Oh, my gosh, how do you stay so skinny?”, “You don’t have an eating disorder do you?”, “My arm is like two of yours!”, “Wow, you’re so tiny.”, “You’re so lucky, I wish I could be your size” I hate that one a lot considering most doctors believe me to be malnourished, “It muse be so easy to shop for cloths.” yeah, I have to shop in the children’s section, and the ever famous “Have you gotten checked for worms?” when I explain that if I don’t eat for a whole day I can lose up to three pounds (tested and proved when I had to fast before giving blood one day).

I’m ranting but I’m just so sick of it. Anyways, I feel terrible and I just wanted to get that all out of my system. Normally this stuff doesn’t bug me but I feel so uncomfortable in my own body and other people are making me feel worse. The ailments are one thing but when people keep ragging on me for my weight… enough is enough. I want to start wearing a sign around my neck explaining it all so people will shut up and stop asking me. I want to look in the mirror and not believe others see me as a skeleton. I want… I don’t know what I want. I want to be happy in my body and I want the curve in my back to go away, I want my hip to no longer stick out, my teeth not to be crooked, my bones not to jut out. Not because others want me to be that way but because others have made me want to be that way.

But most of all I want to be happy again with how I am and I can’t do that with people constantly telling me… *sigh*

Good night.

Coffee Thank You

December 19th, 2008

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[posting this before work, i don't have time to edit or spell check but- i don't care. i'll do it later. love, peace, and tofu grease, may all your dreams come true!]

I wanted to post about this the other day but somehow it just didn’t happen. Now that I look back I’m starting to think it’s because I was writing about it for the wrong reason. I wanted to write about it because I just wanted to tell others what we’d done, now I want to write about it because I want to share mye experince and my thoughts on it which is a different matter entirely.

The other day was absolutely wonderful. Kei and I hung out in the bookstore for a few hours while my Hubby was in classes, he had a really big test today and was all kinds of frazzled about it. He always gets like that even though he’s so smart and almost never gets anything below and A-, but then again he looks down on himself and his skills if he get’s that little minus on the end, silly Hubby, doesn’t know how awesome he is.

Anyways, so Kei and I hung out for awhile doing some research on a project of ours, sitting in the middle of the store with artbooks, drawing pads, notebooks, and all that jazz trying to get the image of our story characters down on paper. It was pretty fun. I never really had an exact visual in my head up until this point, I mean I knew so-and-so looked like such-and-such but I didn’t know such-and-such had a specific sort of shade to it or made so-and-so look that much more like who she was. It was really fun. :)

At some point in time we decided we needed to do a little shopping for that silly Husband of mine. I know a trinket can’t do much to cheer one up or make them feel better about certain situations but just knowing that I noticed he was upset and that I was thinking about him probably helps in it’s own way. So, through the snow and ick we trudged on down to Wal-Mart.

Wal-Mart… was an interesting experience. Mind you I’ve been very… wide awake… most of this week and thus have a surplus of energy that might not be being channeled towards the right uses- not that I care, but let’s just say one shouldn’t try to ride their shopping carts through a public store if it takes two to steer the darn thing in the first place. Also, if it takes two to steer a shopping cart, the two people it takes probably shouldn’t be allowed to steer at all. Finally, if it takes two to steer a shopping cart and the one is trying to ride the shopping cart it doesn’t matter how quiet you are trying to be someone is going to hear it eventually. :) Not that I’m speaking from any recent experience mind you.

We spent little less than an hour in there, most of which was spent trying not to crash our cart while walking normally, I think the thing had it out for us, while we went around trying to find something to cheer my Hubby up. ventually we settled on this awesome jar candle that smelled like hazelnut coffee. With my asthma it’s hard to find scented things to get rid of that pet smell in our house but I don’t usually have trouble with certain candles, because my kitty still hasn’t learned not to lick lit flames we like to get the ones that come in jars. It was perfect. The lady at the counter made a comment on how she’d never heard of one buying a candle for their husband, I thought it was silly, he loves candles. Why not buy him one? :)

We ate a spinache and meetball sub with mustard on it at Sub-Way (hey, I like the combo, okay?) and then headed back out into the cold, now this is where this post is going to take a slightly different turn for the night. It’s a moment that makes my heart like up with a billion dazzeling flames.

Before on our way in we saw an older gentalman standing over a charity bucket ringing a bell to collect donations for the needy. I’d told Kei to remind me if I forgot to put some money in the bucket, in the end I didn’t need to be reminded but I would have felt awful later if I forgot somehow. Something caught me though as I put my money in and the man gave me a heartfelt thank you. Though this was the same man who’d been standing out here in the cold when we entered the store over an hour ago, and though it was snowing even harder than before, and despite the fact that he was walking circles to probably keep from freezing his thank you still sounded so sincere. I wondered when the last time was that someone had thanked him for what he was doing as Kei and I walked on back down to Borders intent on getting some warm drinks as soon as we entered the bookstore.

That’s when it hit me.

When we finally got back to the store, figners cold, and teeth chattering despite the fact that the walk isn’t that long and we were only out there for a moment my sister and I sat down and I went through what money I had in my purse. Together we decided that instead of buying our own hot drinks we’d buy this awesome good sameritain a hot coffee. It wasn’t much and that extra bit of change could have gone towards the charity but I had to do it. He’d been out there for quite awhile and in my mind I figure someone should have already brought him some. That’s just the way my little universe works.

The guy at the counter of the coffee place knows my Hubby and I and thus knows that I am absolutely not supposed to have any form of caffein. Ever. He thought I was ordering it for me and started to joke about how he was going to tell my Hubby so I told him what we were doing. The lady behind me, I honestly didn’t see her back there and she kind of scared me a little bit, thanked me. At first I was really confused, she didn’t have a reason to thank me but then as we spoke and I looked at her I got it. She was thanking me for helping him in the only way I could, for doing some small act of kindness even though she wasn’t involved at all. What struck me was once more how when someone said thank you they sounded so sincere. It was the second time I’d heard it that day and yet those two thank you’s sounded so much more- anything than I’ve probably ever heard. It restored another bit of faith in me.

Kei and I walked back into the cold even though it was very against our baser natures. She didn’t have a coat and let’s just say I don’t handle the cold well- ever. Either way, we walked on down, I kept my hand over the lid of the coffee trying to keep it just a little more warm throughout the trip. It wasn’t much, just a simple black coffee and I snarled at myself later for not thinking to bring sugar and creamer packets with me but with his gloves on it probably would have been more trouble than it was worth.

Giving it to him was the hardest part, neither Kei nor I are very communicative by nature. Not even with people we know unless we’re writing to them. It took a moment or two but eventually I made myself go up to him and though I can’t remember off the top of my head the exact words I used it went something like this:

“Excuse me, sir?” He turns towards me and I hold out the coffee in front of me. “I know it’s not much but my sister and I wanted to thank you for everything you guys do. It’s just a simple black coffee, nothing special, but we wanted you to have it.”

His eyebrows went up into his forehead and the man smiled this great big honest smile and it was awesome. He was kind of speechless for a moment until he could get a thank you out, Kei and I just smiled back put another buck in the bucket and walked away and it was awesome. The whole weay back neither of us could stop talking about how his smile was so great and that it felt so nice to be the ones to have brought it out. We don’t know him, and he didn’t know us, but either way we all brought out a smile each other, each giving and recieving as the season promotes.

The rest of our night at the bookstore passed without anything of interest happening but our moods were in the sky, you couldn’t have found two more cheerful girls that night. I watched Kei draw some more for awhile and we ran around a bit singing songs of our own creation (ie. the roadkill song) and getting strange looks from people, randomly walking up to strangers and saying with great enthusiasm “I love your pajammas” because they really were cool, and dancing to our own beat in the universe.

Later we bought ice creame though it’s winter time and all we do it complain about the cold but for it we apreciated the warmth all that much more. :) I still haven’t been able to stop thinking about that man’s smile, it cheers me up even now as I write this and now I’m going to go to work and teach the roadkill song to some of my coworkers in hopes of sharring my same cheer with them. :)

Little Bauble

December 17th, 2008

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A memory is working it’s way up through the depth of my soul. I want to write it. I want to share it. Even though it is tinted grey it’s a beautiful little bauble that deserves to be let out -but- I’m afraid.

I’m afraid if I do share it, nay, if I even begin to put the pen to paper or the fingers to the keys that it’ll hurt and I’ll fall back into that time and place. That I’ll lose this new sight of mine to see it as a bauble instead of… something much different. I want to keep my objectivity, my distance, the past is in the past after all but- I’m afraid I won’t be able to do that.

Still, this desire to share isn’t abating.

Hmm.

I want to write about the three days I spent in a detention home after one of my runaways. The… experience… was much more pleasant than my stay in foster care which in the end is what makes it so sad, that I’d rather have all my physical freedoms taken away than go back to the place I was. I don’t even know why I suddenly want to share this but I do. It just hit me like ten minutes ago. Maybe it will pass.