Sunday, December 28, 2008

2008 Wrap-Up
















Well, 2008 is officially drawing to a close. It has been an interesting year for most I suppose. It seems that I haven’t deleted too many pictures from my digital camera in a while, so I’ve had the opportunity to scan through them and remember several important events this year.

In the beginning of the year, I had a pretty new beginning with a new boss--Jena-- at work. I found myself quickly in a love-hate relationship with her, struggling once again with the ability to maintain a healthy working relationship while striving to create healthy, personal relationships simultaneously. Business was rocky, as our goal became simply trying to keep up with LY. Shortly into the year, we learned that we would be closing and renovating to evolve into a new-concept store. Anxious about the change, yet stuck in a rut, I struggled with taking a step out of my comfort zone in order to pursue my long-term dreams and goals. Within the first couple of months into the year, I decided to again try to get into Grad school, this time applying to several schools with the hopes of getting into one. Despite my anger with myself and with her, Jena pushed me through the process, and I was able to prove to her and everyone else that I had what it takes. I was loving my apartment at the AMLI, but pretty much hated working at the mall, living day to day without accomplishing much, and having few healthy relationships. My relationship with Frank fluctuated throughout the year again, as I finally succumbed to thinking more than feeling. After giving so much of myself to him and spending much of my time learning what qualities I desire and do not desire in a lifelong partner, there were times I imagined myself being with him forever, and times I knew for sure that I couldn’t be.

After getting accepted to Marshall, Alabama, Middle Tennessee, and Auburn, I had an interview in March at Auburn, where I decided it was time for a change, and Auburn would be the place. Praying that I had made the right decision, I quickly stepped away mentally from my job and began living day by day, living for the day I would become a student once again. In April, my energy was drained, and it turned out that my fatigue and ill feelings weren’t just attributed to de-motivation and depression, but to Mono. Knowing something more was wrong, I found myself at Northside in the ER, which is where a blood test determined I had Mono. Visits to a Rheumatologist also created a vague and unclear diagnosis or reason for other abnormal blood results, not to mention some more worry for my parents. Mono almost killed me mentally as a result of the physical fatigue and draining of my body. I prayed daily that the symptoms would go away and I would be free again! Finally, but not definitively, the symptoms regressed and I was able to go back to work again, once again to a day to day routine where I was mentally checked out.

Not too many days after getting the diagnosis of Mono, I was a part of Lisa and Chris’ wedding. Though a little difficult physically, the wedding was a blast and was a part of a few more great memories and photos.

My 25th birthday was pretty uneventful, I’d say. Actually, I have to think hard to remember what I even did. I believe we took a family trip to the beach and celebrated together in Destin. I had some fun relaxing (aka sleeping) on the beach, as I was still recovering from Mono. Chris gave us some laughs, as usual, as did my dad after having a few too many drinks on the beach, and falling while trying to carry the cooler back up to our hotel. Lol.

June brought bittersweet excitement, as my last day at Nike was June 30th, and I began to prepare to start school at Auburn. Unfortunately, I had to pay 2 month’s rent to get out of my lovely apartment lease at the AMLI, but knew it was part of taking the next step. My peeps at Nike all went our separate ways, and after much drama, Jena ended up leaving us before the store even closed. When it was all said and done, Shannon (my brotha from anothA motha) and I were left standing in the white-walls where we had once started something great, and now were saying goodbye. It was indeed bittersweet.

I spent July packing and yet being rebelliously lazy. In the middle of the month, Frank and I went to Texas, and I had the opportunity to really see his roots at home. Despite our vague relationship definition, we had a great time hanging out with his family and friends and learning more about each other. I also spent a lot of time in July watching the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing. The games were both an amazing production by China and great competition among the world’s athletes. Go Michael Phelps and USA Gymnastics! To my disappointment, there will be no more Olympic softball in the coming Games.

At the first of August, I left my lovely one-bedroom and moved to the hizzie in Creekside in Auburn, Alabama. My excitement and fears met all at once as I stepped into a new place with very few friends, and my doubts as to whether or not I was making the right decision personally. I spent the first couple of weeks getting acquainted with my roommates and getting used to living with others again. I also stepped away from my relationship with Frank a little, but it was difficult being that I felt so alone in Auburn. Overcoming my own anxieties and Dr. Davis’ concerns of my mental well-being, I started grad school and a new chapter of my life.

Being a student again changed a lot of things in my life, particularly the social aspects. I found myself making an extended effort to participate in outtings with my roommates and new friends, and yet trying to find time to spend alone, trying to find a balance between sanity and insanity. I also [continue to] struggle with going to classes 3 days a week, not having a routine, not living in a space all my own, and not working regularly. Despite everyone else laughing at me, it is tougher than it seems. Becoming financially dependent on my parents again was the absolute LAST thing I ever wanted to do again. While I am not completely dependent on them, I’ve had to learn to accept from them more than I’d like to. I often remind myself, though, that I should be independent again in just a couple of years.

Relationships continue to be difficult for me. While part of me remains isolated and fearful of close relationships, another part of me desires to pour myself out to someone else and find something worthy of all my efforts. The fear of others’ perception of me worries me beyond belief and yet I try to keep it inside with the hopes that maybe it is just all in my head.

For the first time in my life, I have seen my family operate on a budget more tightly than ever before. While I know that we have many blessings to count, this is a year that led to unemployment for my brother, my dad, and myself! I never thought I’d see the day. For Chris, a layoff from RCS meant losing his stable job and benefits, where his struggling business was merely supplemental. For my dad, a beach vacation turned permanent when he came back from Destin to find his office packed by his store owner.

In September, I watched my silly but beloved second brother get married in Hilton Head, SC.

My solitary road trip took place a little differently this year in that I drove to Memphis to hang out with my cousins and go to the Auburn v. Ole Miss football game. It was a lot of driving, but it was fun, and on the trip from Tupelo to Auburn, I got to have some great conversation with Shannon. Reconnecting (or simply connecting at a different level) with my cousin Kim has been great, since much of my family has been bitterly out of touch and distant. Kim and I get to share things that only family can understand, and we have both vowed to stop some of the P family’s vicious and cyclical habits!!

The “Holidays” this year meant staying with my parents for longer terms and not working in retail for the first time in 10 years! It was a little difficult to pack bags for 3 weeks and stay in my parents’ house for more than 2 days in a row! Though I am thankful for the time, I would never give up my independence from them!! At 25, it is a little frustrating to accept the habits of your near-60 year-old parents and be critiqued on how you make grilled cheese sandwiches and wash dishes!

Well, I suppose that is 2008 in a nutshell….Ohhhh what a year! In the coming year, I expect to continue my education in grad school (can I keep my 4.0??), maintain old and create new friendships, learn more about myself as always, draw more near to family, and get at least a step closer to my goals. Here’s to good health and bigger and better memories in 2009!!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

My Song Game


I am a little bored today, even though it is just my first day after finishing my first semester of grad school. I have a lot on my mind but really don't feel like thinking about it. Sometimes, I like to listen to music on my iPod and write down what the songs make me think of. It's amazing how sounds can take you back to a certain place, a certain time, or a certain person, without even really thinking about it. I thought this would be a fun activity for tonight, so here goes. BTW, love the variety-

1. Ghost-by Eastmountainsouth. One of my favorite groups, even though they broke up. Maybe the irony is that AW and I discovered this group, and now, she seems to be just a ghost- one I can't seem to forget no matter how hard I try.

2. Square Dance-by Eminem. Let's see...pretty much nothing there. Well, I remember getting this album and feeling rebellious and angry while listening to it in my SUV in high school.

3. I Should Have Told You-by Fuel. I loved listening to this album while pulling POS every morning at work (the swoosh). It became my morning routine, and I loved that predictability.

4. Rockstar-by Nickelback. I remember liking this song before anyone ever heard it on the radio.

5. Greedy Fly-by Bush. I obtained this album from AJ's collection, after she died. As I listen to it, I wonder what went through her sad and hopeless thoughts and mind. How have my thoughts compared with hers?

6. Bulletproof Weeks-by Matt Nathanson. Love it- Love the raw strokes of the acoustic guitar. Someday I would love to have a man who would sing to me like Matt, and hang around for the rest of my life. "What happened to that?"

7. Dead Wrong-by The Fray. Album of the trip, NYC '06! Loved listening to it every day on the Metro, on the way to the park.

8. What I Want-by Daughtry. Love Chris, and was loyal to him on American Idol! Ha. What I want and what I need...

9. Strange Love-by Goo Goo Dolls. This guy's voice is so weird! This was definitely a down moment in the exciting concert at the ampitheater that Frank and I went to--instead of Doug and I. Odd...

10. Come On Get Higher-by Matt Nathanson. Oh Matt. My favorite song of his so far. The love-making song!!

11. Because You Loved Me-by Celine Dion. Back when my mom and I THOUGHT we were close, I recorded myself singing this to her for Mother's Day. She cried, of course. Oh cassette tapes.

12. Take Hold-by Shawn McDonald. Memories of Georgia State BSU- Is that when I bought this album? I don't remember. I think I discovered Shawn from AR's myspace. Random.

13. History-by Bush. Out of 1000 songs, you'd think it wouldn't be very likely that songs from the same album would come up this close together! ANyway, I think this CD came out when I was in the 6th grade, when Jeremy was my "boyfriend"-he loved Bush and electric guitars.

14. O Praise Him-by David Crowder. Passion 05 in Nashville. AW got me to go. It was amazing. I loved the music, the speakers. My fave was Beth Moore. Worshipping with like 40,000 other college students in an arena the size of Phillip's was awesome. Going to NPCC reminds me of that concert almost every time, and I love it.

15. Points of Authority-by Linkin Park. For some reason, this reminds of me of 2 very different people- Nick and working at G's, and Martha and riding in her Honda b/c she was the first to get her license!

Ok that was fun for a while. Here's to the favorite artist of the night, Matt Nathanson. Get it, Matt!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Damn Dreams...Repressing Feelings.

Oh how I feel like ass. Anxiety and nausea are taking over for some reason. I am almost sure that I am not anxious about finals. I am almost finished, and feeling quite apathetic about them, anyways. I don't know if it is in anticipation of going to my parent's house for almost a month (yikes that IS a long time), seeing Frank, or dealing with feelings that I haven't told anyone about- at least not this time. I keep pushing them away, but they keep resurfacing. Damn them! I can't stop dreaming about her. I just took a nap, and I dreamed that she woke me up kissing me, as I was laying in the exact same position on my bed. I knew it couldn't have been true. But she said it was. In the dream that is. She said I wasn't dreaming, that K was gone and she knew about my feelings but she didn't know what to do until now. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. I realized I was dreaming and I couldn't get out of it. I could not wake myself up. I tried and tried, and finally, I was awake, knowing I was just dreaming again. How could I possibly dream that intensely when I had just laid down to take a nap less than 2 hours previously?? I've got to clear my head. I just took another Ativan, but I am hoping that I will just be able to relax enough to be productive and not fall asleep. Think think think...of other things...

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Dreams...Plaguing Dreams.

Oh, these dreams, I cannot stop having these disturbing, memorable dreams! I keep saying I am going to keep a dream diary, but it's really hard to keep up with all of them seeing as how I have these deep, moving, sometimes can't-get-out-of-my-head-for-days DREAMS!!

Last night alone, I can think of a few dreams that continue to float through my head as if they cannot find their way out. I dreamed that Grandma Mary was dying, and that I had a premonition the night before she was going to die, and so I traveled (road my bike?!)from school to her house. I laid on the floor, watching her, thinking about her life and my life and what I wanted my last moments with her to be. My parents were there, as were Uncle S and D, and we were all just waiting for her to die. But she kept on persisting, despite her health, and defeated death one minute at a time. This is no dream- it's so very real. She walked, despite her aching, sick body, because she did not want to be defeated. She threw up, multiple times (not surprisingly, seeing as how she had so many stomach issues in her lifetime). I don't remember our final words, but I remember she finally succumbed to death, and I mourned, oh I mourned. It was as if someone I really loved and who really really loved me had just died. I see her beautiful face in my mind. Of all people, she had written ME a letter. I read "Dear Marianne," and then the rest of the words fade out of my memory. She left me a small amount of money, but I did not care about it- Instead, I mourned for the loss of her life. My mom, well, Grandma Mary had left my mom of lovely pair of red heels, because she knew my mom would have loved them. Those are all of the details I remember about that dream.

I rode my bike a lot in another dream. I was with a friend and her boyfriend, and it seems like they were Hispanic (was it Leslie and Hideki??). We rode fast fast fast, and I crashed, out of control of the pedals and breaks and low tires! My friends went looking for the parts of my bike that had flown off in the collision with something. Anyway, after that, I remember searching and searching for AW, determined to find her and talk to her again. I looked for those with whom she had associated with (as if I was surfing on facebook!), and did not want to give up looking for her. Just one last time, I needed to see her face. I needed to talk with her. Please, just tell me what you're thinking, where you've been, what's happening in your life. But she did not want to talk to me. No surprise, I was longing for just one more moment with her, and she was so over me. So over me.

It angers me that my obsession defeats me, and interrupts not only my conscious life, but my unconscious life, too. Why can't I forget about them? Why can't I move on? Why me, and why don't they think about me like this? Why do I care still? Go away! Get out of my life! It makes me crawl into that hole where I yell out "FUCK YOU!!!" to make them go away, especially HER. And by now I know that saying that will not make her go away (I've tried it, for so long, trust me). But seeking happiness elsewhere doesn't seem to be working either. Time? I don't know, I am so tired of waiting. Longer and longer. Are relationships worth this grief? Do new ones just cover up the memories of the old ones? If so, is dealing with the grief they leave you with better than the grief you dealt with before? My heart aches, along with the depths of my throat, just thinking about this...

Catch-Up

Well well, it has been a couple of weeks since I've written. I went home to Atlanta for a week and a half for Thanksgiving break. It was quite different from my life the past several years, as I have not been to stay with my parents for more than a couple of days at a time, seeing as how I've had my own place for the past 3 or 4 years. Also, this is the first "holiday" season I have not worked in retail in 10 YEARS now. Saying 10 years makes me feel old! But the truth is, I've worked in retail since I was 16 years old. Getting up early and working late has become both expected and habitual throughout the last 10 Novembers and Decembers!

Anyway, going to stay with my parents was ok, even though I prefer to have some alone time and sleep as late as I want. Seeing as how my dad is not working right now, the only alone time I got was in the shower and sleeping. Fortunately, I busied myself just enough by going to hang out with Frank, Julie, and working on some school work.

Spending time with Frank again was good. I have so many mixed emotions about him. On the one hand, I could see myself being with him forever. On the other, I feel that there is something (or someone, rather) more out there for me. I think it felt good to feel depended on and needed briefly again. It felt good to be myself and not feel like I had to impress anyone. Being in my sweatshirt and holy jeans, and being told I'm beautiful--THAT felt good. But, naturally, I wonder to myself if what I like is feeling needed and unconditionally loved, or being so by Frank himself. I don't know. Hopefully God will tell me before I'm too old and lonely.

While in B-town, there was a little situation with my bro and his wife, and if felt really good to be on the "good" side of my parents- It's not very often that I feel like I am the more mature sibling who is doing "the right thing"-- I really appreciated my mom telling me that they recognize the fact that I have paid my way for as long as I have been able, and that they are helping me while I am in grad school because they want to, not because I asked them to. My pride often stands in the way of asking for financial help (or any help for that matter), so my mom really is doing a good job helping me out, esp. when I don't ask for it. Even if I can't say it to your face, THANKS MOM.

I feel like I have so much to write about tonight, but I don't konw if I'm going to write about everything I intended to or not. Or will I begin a new blog for a new subject? Maybe I will try that.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Bad Decision

Well it has been one very long week. I completed my goal of not taking any naps during the day all week. It has been pretty warm all week, and then on game day, the temp dropped like 20 degrees. So of all games, we were in the shade the WHOLE game and the wind was blowing so hard! It was finally my idea of a college football game! Anyways, we played a great game, and almost pulled out a win against Georgia. We were cheering and screaming the whole time, and I could feel my face literally getting burned by the wind. We hung out with friends afterwards, and watched a few Georgia fans (friends of friends) get plastered in the middle of the day...by drinking lots of alcohol very quickly out of a plastic tube attached to a funnel (I know what it is, but I laugh secretly at the hilarity of its actuality). And people laughed. I sat, as if completely outside of the situation, in unbelief of this college "regularity". Is it really so fun?

Anyways, we came home and showered, and I should have listened to my gut, which was suggesting maybe I stay home, rest, and get to bed earlier so that I could get to church, Waumba Land, and feel well enough to write my paper in the afternoon. Instead, not wanting to be left out, and desiring so badly to see B that I couldn't not go. So again, I found myself sitting amongst all these college kids drink drink drinking. At some point, they started a "power hour" as they had the night before at another girl's house. Once again, everyone else was doing it, so I joined, taking a small shot of rum and coke, and then vodka and sprite, once a minute as the song changed. Thinking unclearly, I thought "At least they aren't pure shots" and "I will skip a few", I finished almost 2 cups of mixed beverages. And then it hit me. I am drunk now. But hey, so was everyone else. This is fun, right?

At some point, we went to a bar. And somehow I managed to get more money out of hte ATM with everyone else, because the stupid place wanted $10 just to get in. I don't know how I pressed the right buttons. I really did not need to spend any more money this weekend, but everyone else was. If everyone else can afford it, why can't I? Uggh.

Crazyness. It wasn't long before I found myself sitting on the steps to the dance floor. Texting drunk texts. Hoping that B would find me. I don't know why I cared. Or care. Why? I should have stayed home. At some point, I started crying, and I knew I was out of control and had no chance of regaining it. I just wanted to die. At least until it was over. Ugh. What were people thinking of me? Just take me home and let me die,too.

I don't want to think about it anymore. I just want to forget it all. I don't want to even drink out of a cup because it makes me think about it again. Ohh I am stupid, why did I take my med when I got home? that could not have helped my situation. I would have rather just gotten up and thrown up and gotten it over with.

Hopefully this will now help me write my paper, as it is 5:30 and I didn't get out of bed until 4. Ughh must get going. Make it all go away. Stop thinking, but think. I know, it makes NO sense.

Here's to making the smarter decision next time, even if I don't feel cool about it.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Today I am Manic & I Love Fall






Hello, hello, long time no talk...
Ok, it hasn't been that long, but after writing a few days in a row, it seems like a long time when you wait a few days.
Anywho.

Today marks Day 5 of my no-nap goal. I know, it sounds silly, but I had to start somewhere. I had gotten into the habit of sleeping during the day almost everyday, despite already not having to get up at a certain time most mornings. So I started Sunday, and I've managed to keep myself fairly busy- or at least busy enough- to stay awake from at least 11 to 11. I do feel a lot better. Not sleeping during the day means I at least feel more productive, and I, for the most part, sleep better at night. It seems that I have been tired pretty much all the time ever since I had mono in the Spring, and I just couldn't kick the feeling. I've had so many tests and diagnoses, and it just gets old. At a certain point, you just feel like never complaining or going to the doctor at all because it seems like you've used up all the complaining points for the rest of your life.

Today I feel almost manic, I feel the need to be so productive. I am constantly making lists and I cannot stop. Is this a compulsion? I don't know. Does it make me feel in control? Not exactly. It is what it is--it's my way of having a visual list, a)so I do not forget what I need to do, and b)so i can try to stop thinking about it in my head. Anywho, rush rush rush, here I am.

I just returned from a little photography time, which is definately a must-have in my life, particularly in the Fall. I try to take time at least once every Fall to take a road trip somewhere or to just stop and look around me and see things. See things through a different lens. It dawned on me today, as it does often, that some things will never be again-- the sky's color or cloud formation, for example. The sky will likely not look as it did today any other day ever. God is amazing in that He does that. He gives us so many different perspectives to see his creations from, and creates such unique situations. Sometimes I find myself wishing I had a camera with me, just because I know I will never ever be able to capture that one particular view that I have at that very moment. But I have to remind myself that God creates so many of those moments, and it is a reminder to take advantage of as many moments as possible.

Well, not to get too sentimental here, but I will post a few of my favorite Fall pictures that I have taken in previous years, at least until I get today's developed.

On to try to write my paper on teaching children with emotional and behavior disorders...
~me

Thursday, November 6, 2008

M is talking to me; 'Be Strong and Courageous'

Aside from a few blisters on my feet, I had a pretty good day today.
I immediately woke up ready to be productive. I felt quick in the shower, ready to go. Lunch with Amber, then worked on my closet for a while. Had a lot to do for school, and did a presentation with Sophie for Psi Chi...

M has been talking to me more and this makes me happy. For the longest time, I felt like she has been avoiding me and I have been soo jealous of her friendship with K, especially since we all met at the same time. But anyways, I feel like M is sharing more of her life with me- maybe she feels more comfortable with me. Maybe since I've been talking to D, she feels more comfortable with me. I dunno. But I really pray that things only get better. And plus Dr. Davis pointed out that I need to look at things from other's perspectives and not just my own. Things aren't really always what they seem to be to me.

Anyways, I have decided to stop being apathetic about at least one thing-- God, at least for as long as I can. I have been in a small group for a couple of months almost now, and I have not read or completed any of the studies. Yesterday A emailed us and wants us to dig deep into this week's study, so I really want to, and maybe it will help us to be more open with one another as a semi-large group. I really want to get past the drama of everyday life and boyfriends and so forth and so on...I really want more than that in a new friendship and in this church small group. It has been soo long - if ever - that I have truly been comfortable in a small group study.

So tonight, I started with Chapter 1. God reminded me something- He said
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."
~Joshua 1:9

Thanks for reminding me...no matter how alone I feel and how discouraged and defeated I feel, YOU are with me. And thanks for giving me that little nudge--I really need that right now, in a time when I feel weak and skeptical about so much in life.

So here's to 24 hours of goodness.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I am "The Guardian Portrait of the Protector"

Go to humanmetrics.com. There, you can take a 72-question Jung-Typology Test, which is a shortened version of the MMPI basically. The results were, of course, no surprise, but I liked the description given by Keirsey, linked from my result:

We are lucky that Protectors make up as much as ten percent the population, because their primary interest is in the safety and security of those they care about - their family, their circle of friends, their students, their patients, their boss, their fellow-workers, or their employees. Protectors have an extraordinary sense of loyalty and responsibility in their makeup, and seem fulfilled in the degree they can shield others from the dirt and dangers of the world. Speculating and experimenting do not intrigue Protectors, who prefer to make do with time-honored and time-tested products and procedures rather than change to new. At work Protectors are seldom happy in situations where the rules are constantly changing, or where long-established ways of doing things are not respected. For their part, Protectors value tradition, both in the culture and in their family. Protectors believe deeply in the stability of social ranking conferred by birth, titles, offices, and credentials. And they cherish family history and enjoy caring for family property, from houses to heirlooms.

Wanting to be of service to others, Protectors find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden, and can deal with disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Provider Guardians [ESFJs], and their shyness is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need.

Their reserve ought really to be seen as an expression of their sincerity and seriousness of purpose. The most diligent of all the types, Protectors are willing to work long, hard hours quietly doing all the thankless jobs that others manage to avoid. Protectors are quite happy working alone; in fact, in positions of authority they may try to do everything themselves rather than direct others to get the job done. Thoroughness and frugality are also virtues for them. When Protectors undertake a task, they will complete it if humanly possible. They also know better than any other type the value of a dollar, and they abhor the squandering or misuse of money. To save, to put something aside against an unpredictable future, to prepare for emergencies-these are actions near and dear to the Protector's heart. For all these reasons, Protectors are frequently overworked, just as they are frequently misunderstood and undervalued. Their contributions, and also their economies, are often taken for granted, and they rarely get the gratitude they deserve.

Mother Teresa, George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Steward, and Tsar Nicholas II are examples of Protector Guardian style.

What I Want, by Ryan Calhoun

Lyrics to What I Want :(Written by Ryan Calhoun)(feat. Lindsay Ray)

I've got nothing left
I've given my best
And I know I can't do this
On my own
I'm torn between
Going after dreams
Or living with regret
Of letting go
I'm done with banging my head against the door
But can you peel me off this floor
Cuz I don't know if I can get up again

What I want may not be what I need
Have I been let down?
Or am I learning now?
To trust in what I cannot see
But I'm tired of trying to figure out what you want
And tired of always screwing up
But this is all of me
What I want may not be what I need
Just let it go…
What I want may not be what I need

[ What I Want Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

There is no quick fix.

Well, here I am again... I still haven't decided whether or not I really want to do this. Maybe it's a committment thing. I think more than that, I am just afraid of who will discover what about me. I mean, in truth, everyone wants to be known. So what scares us about people actually finding out the truth, and knowing us? I don't know. What's the worse case scenario?? Someone may be surprised, taken aback, disappointed maybe...but why should I care about that?

I asked on my facebook page about what ppl think about blogging online...I only got one response. It wasn't very encouraging, or discouraging for that matter. I guess people really don't care. If they don't care about responding to my status, what makes me think they will care at all about reading this stuff or judging me based on it? Ahh screw it...

I feel like I am really missing something right now. I feel a hole in my heart, and it can't be filled right now. I am longing for intimacy....friendship, love, touch, care....and I am finding it nowhere. Sure, maybe I am just looking in all the wrong places.

I feel apathetic about life right now.... and yet, sometimes I feel as though I'd rather be dead than apathetic...is that a feeling?? I don't care about much, really, lately. I put minimal effort into school work, and yet, I am surviving grad school. The truth is, I think I really need a job. This whole unemployment thing isn't really seeming like the blessing I thought it was. I'd almost rather give it to someone who really wants to sit on their ass for free money, and just get to busting mine so I can regain some sanity. I don't know. I just feel really discontent and dissatisfied with life right now.

I have decided I am going to call the counseling center tomorrow. I could tell last week that Dr. Davis was really disappointed in me for not following through what I told her I'd do. And now, I'm sure she's doubting me, and part of me wants to be able to call her before she goes on maternity leave just to tell her I found somebody. God, I am crying out for someone to care. Someone to notice. Dr. Davis is right....there is something comforting about this constant rut, and maybe I really don't want to get out of it. Why wouldn't I though? What makes it comfortable to be so dissatisfied with life, so much so that you cannot do anything about it?? Well, I am going to try to find out if all of the counselors here are students or if there are any professionals that exist. I am pretty opposed to talking to another student after the whole incident with Priti at GSU and her fucking up my mind more than it already was/is. But truthfully, I should not sit here any longer, thinking the things I am thinking and feeling the way I do. I know there is no quick fix. I know that it takes time. I know it will be hard. But am I willing to fight through it? I am willing to work? I dont' know. So many times I think I'd rather just give up....I'm not like all those people who fight cancer and survive accidents and live to be such an awesome testimony. I'm weaker than that.

Fuck. What am I thinking?? I need to snap out of this. I need to get over myself. I need to stop this pity party. I need to love others and stop crying out for someone to love me. Stop. Just stop.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Trying Something New

Ok, so I have been thinking about starting my own blog for a while now, but I have my reservations. First of all, do I want people to know exists?? Part of me says yes, it will be a chance for people to get some insight on what I am thinking about, particularly at times when I am not good at verbalizing my thoughts and feelings. At other times, I think I would like for this to almost be anonymous, allowing me to feel comfortable enough to write about anything any time, without worrying about having people I know reading it and perhaps judging me or learning things about me that maybe I am not ready for them to learn. So I don't know. One thing I do know is that writing is healthy, and chances are I am more likely to type now than write, in this age of computing all the time.

Thoughts on what to write about here:
School
Career
Relationships
Friendships
Family
Worries
My relationship with God
Fears
Complaints
Dreams (wishes)
Dreams (as in the unconscious ones)
Prayers
TV shows....Grey's, Jon & Kate, Idol, etc.
Vacations
Road trips
Photography
General Insight
Inspiration/Motivation
Music/Artists
more to come.....

Ok, so here's to trying something new!
~me