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For a really long time I didn't understand what people meant by having too many ideas. In the last year I've done some things and I guess they are working? Because now I know. Now I have this problem. It's like my brain is a sugar addled 12 year old "startablog startablog did you make one? wecantalkaboutstuff startablog" and generally kind of buzzing around spouting off any old idea. I have here, but it's strangely unpopular to be here. I wonder if people reacting to LJ stuff will change that. I say unpopular not like it's bad here, but that instead of migrating people just floated away.
So much of what I want to do hinges on me getting a new job though. I can only do so much with the limited free time I have. I LOVE doing projects and making shit, but even if I'm as efficient as possible I can choose to get sleep and make food, or I can make things. It sounds so dramatic, but it's mostly true. I'm up past my bedtime as it is right now.
This all reminds me of drinking, I think I'm the only adult who doesn't drink even though I know that's not true. But then things happen and subjects come up and other people don't drink either. The reason doesn't matter so much, it's like a little window that doesn't revolve around getting wasted. Slowly people are starting to not like facebook. Slowly I hear more people say how they're stepping back from it. They're looking up from their medias.

I wasn't really going anywhere with this. Other than that I want to start a blog, make book covers, make journal covers, make 3 matching kids sweaters for my nephew and his new cousins for christmas, I want to paint more, I want to paint bigger, finish the vision board I started that just says something about physics and "reindeer country" pasted on it, finally get all the shit out of my room that is clogging it up, make stamps for everything cause they're adorable (buy all the enamel pins cause they are also adorable).

this is me not going to bed. it's a mess.
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John Campbell is dead and now there is Merry Graves.
I don't understand what is going on here/there, but only because it appears to have many layers. Which reminds me of seeing the future. All of probability, and wading into the river. It makes me wish I were more organized so that I could pull out an actual scrap book like a movie scene. Why yes I did foresee this, page 348. I guess it's good I'm not more obsessed with this stuff, or I would probably get stuck in it. But I am experiencing it now. Also I feel like John Campbell was a good name to have for a while because I never knew if it was the same person, or connected to the same stuff. Often it wasn't.

I listen to the Big Magic book in the car every now and then. It makes me feel less crappy somehow, but lately the part where she describes being adult/mature(?) enough to hold two contradictory ideas in our head at the same time, keeps coming back to me. Art being sacred and also being unimportant. Not one or the other, both, yes, always. I also think about how even that is still a little black pebble and a little white pebble at the bottom of a cup. It's also all the other stuff on the spectrum, and the stuff outside what you thought the ends were. Then you back up and your eye blends for you, gray.

Sometimes I feel like I'm magic and I can see systems (they are REALY big and I can't see all of them at one time). But this also leads to me feeling a whole lot like only an observer, which is cutting me off from other people.

which is why we're here today!
There is a guy at work and to keep myself from freaking out I am just assuming that he wants to be friends. Which is really kind of confusing also, but easier to work with. Then my tumblr dash throws out.
I see your “romantic relationships shouldn’t be more important than platonic relationships” and raise you “romantic relationships shouldn’t be rooted in anything but strong, healthy, and mutually rewarding friendships anyways”

i haven’t stopped seeing notes for this since I posted it and I just wanna reiterate: it’s really important that you don’t get romantically involved with people you can’t be friends with. Separating a romantic relationship from a platonic context is unhealthy. Your romantic partner/s should always be your friend/s.
...and now I'm trying to explain my dilemma and really it's just that I'm not that into it. It is like someone said OK totally ticked all your boxes, here you go. And I'm very ready to admit I don't know what the hell it is I look for in friends or anything else. Only I wish I was a confident enough person to be all, 'whoo hey this thing we're not suppose to talk about and just kind of dance around forever, yeah that's a bunch of crap so I'm just going to talk about it'. Or maybe wish that one of us could become a kitten and then the other person could carry them around at work and just kind of be together and cuddle. I think about this as a solution to a lot more problems than I should, but it would probably work as well as most things.

This is the part of the story IRL where someone says I say some wiiild stuff and then I feel self conscious, but also kind of disappointed that they don't have their imagination engaged. Because I lay it all out, I did not jump around in explaining the one-person-turns-into-a-cat solution. But they don't come with me, for whatever reason.

I tried explaining this disconnectedness during a different situation, I had never connected with another potential friend and was disappointed at the lost opportunity. Frankly neither of us tried very much, so whatever. But the person I was explaining it to said "you just have to put it out there, we've said way weirder things in public" And yes, I have asked people about solving problems with kittens and I have also explained non-real numbers to a room of startled looking co-workers who probably didn't make it past high school math. I have and still do ask people to imagine all the grocery carts at stores, as ponies*. There's a lot more fear though in the non-imaginary stuff. In feelings. I guess I have control over my imagination, and I have no control over how someone feels about what I say.


I've been spending a lot of time chasing around the idea that I don't exist. Not death, more like a good house elf. If you don't see me, then I'm doing a good job. In that specific definition I am the shittiest house elf. probably the answer. I am not a house elf. Practicing being unseen, or retreating into my head helped me cope as a kid. It gave me worlds and ways to not be so hurt, or feel so lonely. But now I don't understand how to be in my own body, or be in my own life. Theoretically I can operate just fine, magic school bus that crap and you're good. Ask questions, wade through things, come out the other side. It's putting things into practice that are difficult. Like the helper dog bringing people potatoes, this is not right but I'm trying. And the scary parts are hard, I just have no practice to fall back on.


Loooong and weird. I'm gonna go to sleep now.

*Like what if...they were just little donkeys or ponys, and you picked up your medium sized pack animal at the front of the store and then used the little side baskets to hold your groceries as you went around. It would explain how carts end up congregated places. Of course they're all huddled just inside the door, it's cold out! Also rounding up carts would have a more calming effect.I keep mentioning this, and no one finds is as amusing as I do. People need to spend more time imagining things >:|
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I've been writing and deleting this shit for a while now. Every few months I come here, write something up half way, feel like a whiner and then delete it and close this.

but then OMG woooooords )
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I always feel like I need to write down when I'm happy. Like I can capture it in a mason jar, to look at when ever I feel sad. As with all kinds of hokey things, that's not where the happiness lives.

I just finished with the comic Are You My Mother? by Alison Bechdel. I missed a lot, I can tell. I have never read Virginia Woolf, and I haven't studied psychology hardly at all. The idea came across though, especially near the end when her mother mentions the book being a meta book. Now though I can't help but compare it with one of my now painfully awkward friendships. Thankfully my brain is not letting me get too far, gently telling me "She is not your mother". It sounds so absurd to have to tell yourself that, but when you were so enmeshed with someone and then suddenly aren't. It does mirror many people's relationships with their mothers.

I feel a little guilty that I'm not torrentially emotional about this fight-thing. Apparently my friend was. It's hard to meet someone's anguish with composure, and then additionally say the things they've been asking for.

I remember playing with a friend when I was little. Before Junior High for sure. I was kind of cheesily connecting with things like the wind and whatever else. He essentially told me I was being a weirdo. It's hard not to see it as foreshadowing when I look back. Eventually his dad told him he couldn't play with girls anymore some time after that. So is this time of seeing things, and connecting and feeling happy mean that there is change happening? There's no real way to say. I'm sure whatever does happen could be bent as I saw fit to fulfill what I want. Thankfully I won't likely remember this later, or I'll assemble things differently.

I am a little sad that I didn't have the words at the time to call bullshit on the can't play with girls thing. I may have in some way, I remember being angry about it and fighting with him.

This exchange might be faster if we didn't live many states away from one another. My current friend and I fighting, or not fighting but not yet making up. No one is sure how to proceed. I need more time, I will be taking more time, and that will be new and different than in the last few years. I didn't use to have to take the time, I use to just endure life until it deposited me in the empty pockets where I could be myself again. Now though, it's like youth, something you have to actively cultivate because the pockets of empty time don't pass by so frequently anymore.

I have no idea what I'm doing. That's kind of the good part.

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I'm suppose to have something profound here. I've been waiting. All week. After metaphorically chucking my phone into oblivion. All the glamorous movie theatrics that run though my head of flipping a massive power switch to save the day. But I wasn't really like that. Instead I got a tiny vacuum. I read an entire book and knitted nearly one repeat on a complicated pattern. I watched a movie, remembered to shower and to do the things from last time. There is an entire week of stickers that show me I made some sort of progress. I made little paintings nearly every single day, if I did any I always did more than one. I also just sort of looked at things and enjoyed them.

I do know that the issue that functions under the surface is my low self-worth, a low self-esteem. Though I feel a little hung up on the definitions. I don't actually dislike myself. I vastly enjoyed any time I got to putter around and do as I pleased, uninterrupted. What I don't believe is that I can actually do any of the things up to the high standards I have, but only for those things I do for others. If I'm doing something for myself I investigate it and if it doesn't happen quite right, that's fine. There is so much exploration. Something people are normally encouraged to do. But it doesn't get me to believe I am enough. How can anyone boldly go around believing they are? So clearly something is wrong with my foundation. Because I know that people can and do operate feeling whole and enough. I just don't know how.

Maybe it's just waiting that's killing me. Or potatoes for second breakfast. Either way it makes me want to rocket my phone out of my life again. I stopped talking to someone else over similar misunderstandings (not recently). Also stemming from my words not meaning to others what I had intended. Poorly used on my part. The track record doesn't mean that it's all my fault, but I certainly have some things to work on.
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My mom asked me "were you having a good day before all of this"

I was/am fighting with one of my friends* (it's probably not you, I promise).
this is really just about me than an actual account of the fight. )


Jul. 23rd, 2016 04:49 pm
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Bullshit money issues
I don't have enough money to get a new car. The one I have is understandably slowly deteriorating. I drive it over 250 miles a week. The windshield which was slightly cracked, has gotten even more cracked. It runs across where the rear view mirror would be...if it would stay on. It's a heavy mirror from when all the onstar stuff was new, and having digital display for direction was pretty new. So I imagine the 2 times I've had the mirror fall off since I got the car a year ago have helped to stress the glass.
Now there is another crack starting at the base of the window. I just have to throw my hands up at this point, and I'm going to call the glass place I got my old car done at on Monday. That's ~$200 I did not want to spend.
I technically still owe my sister $400 dollars for this car.
I owe my dad $500 or more for the computer I'm using right now.
No one is asking for this money, but I still feel upset owing actual people instead of institutions. I've had to come to terms with the institutions because of student loans.

I do have cash on hand, but again, I don't know what will happen with this car. Ever. I would like to have cash available.

Job things
I'm seeing a counselor because it's free for so many times through work. My main thing had been what I want to do as a job. So now she has me looking at this book What Color Is Your Parachute? It has me going through all the things on this one site ( and then ranking what I think I'll like or am interesting in. There are more parts than this and I'm only just starting this section of the book but it seems scary and overwhelming. Plus it's not helping me make more money right now. It is very clear that I don't want anything to do with customer service, marketing or retail. Which heeeeey guess what jobs I've had forever! It's also looking like I wouldn't actually enjoy being a librarian.
I don't want to be a teacher. I already feel like burnout hell, adding more people that I have to listen to and try to understand (so I can teach them anything) just makes me feel like crying.

There is a weird sore in my mouth. I have no idea what it is. I don't have a general care doctor. I don't understand how I find one that isn't just "oh you are fat. get less fat and your mouth will be fine" OR "oh. did you know you're fat? well here is a prescription for something I just told you that you don't have. bye." I don't have the time or the money to go to multiple visits just to decide if I like a doctor.
I'm sure the advice is for cold sores, but the internet says if it doesn't get better in 2 weeks to see a doctor. So I put in my calendar when it started. I've never gotten a cold sore before, and I haven't kissed or anything with anyone since 2008. Been plenty stressed and other shit since then, so I imagine if it was that I would have gotten one before now....and not up inside my mouth.

I was doing really well for a while making food and bringing it to work. I'm out of ideas now though. I keep eating the same things over and over. It's a lot of toast, which I don't really like. I hit a wall with eating eggs. This is normal. I can eat eggs for a long time and then suddenly eating them will make me feel sick, so I quit. Until I feel like eating them again months later. I don't like pasta and I kind of feel heavy and useless after I eat it. I don't like rice much and quinoa doesn't agree with me. Don't get me wrong, this isn't like oh hey I have dietary issues (thanks dairy) I just don't really care or like these things. So eating them a lot because they're cheap is hard.
What really probably needs to happen is I need to stop being a shit, and just make myself eat things. Make dishes at the normal people serving size of 2-4 and then try something else.
Lunch is easy because it can be anything I can microwave or eat cold. Breakfast I don't know what to bring anymore, now that I'm on a non egg cycle.

Another heading
Recently I bought a fountain pen, after researching it a ton and looking at them for a long time. I've had this green ink, Noodler's Bad Green Gator, since I visited a pen shop in NYC years ago. So I saved money out of a paycheck and promised I'd get a pen. I got the TWSBI ECO because its already set up to use bottled ink, and the barrel was clear. It's so smooth. I love it. I'd had a cartridge pen that cost ~$13 to try out almost a year ago, and I've been in love with that too. The one friend I thought would be very excited with me about this, isn't. I wish I could harness all the "neat" and "cool"s from other people together and not feel disappointed right now, but I do. I thought I was going to be able to connect and instead... no. The pen is still lovely.

The library also has me in it's clutches again. I keep going to pick up books on hold and then checking out tons more things. More than I could ever hope to read even if I renew them as often as I can. So I've been kind of sad about that. My mom keeps telling me that it's okay to spend time on myself, but I keep getting into my routine and then I'm back at a friend's house. I'm avoiding traffic and playing with my nephew, but I also don't get time to read or enjoy solitary things. I also feel like summer has too many obligations. It's gross and hot out, and I want to relax. Instead it's the opposite and everyone acts like it's wonderful. I'm burnt out, this is no where near wonderful. There isn't enough alone time in the whole world right now for me.

I need to shower. But I don't want to be wet.

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I'm going to start the summer artslam tomorrow. It always reminds me of livejournal and how I miss whatever that was. I've tried to get into forums, but I just don't care as much. They're always very specific. Where is the forum for people who could use a hug but don't really do that often, or the forum for people who work a ton and commute a long distance and are introverted and it's slowly killing them.

Then I spew out the above and realize why I don't really write here anymore. I miss it, but with everything being majorly public it's hard not to have a brain tick about curating your own output. Livejournal was my high school therapy. It really is a strange form of modifying my own behavior though, this second guess at what publishing on the internet will get you. How will I be viewed. No don't. Don't make animal characters, people will think you're a furry. Draw people, that's normal. Don't write out every bit of drama llama that's happening in your life. No one is even reading it anyhow. Only post things that look good.
But I'm not a brand, and I'm not marketing myself. I think about my characters all the time, but drawing them has been stunted because...what will people think? I want to be all aggressively uncaring about what others thing, but everything will happen more quietly. It always has. No matter how much I wish I was cool or amazing. I am just walking here. Or trudging, depending on the day. I suppose at least I am still moving. I haven't yet turned into a rock.

well now that I've spent an hour having wandered away, it's likely that part of the issue is thanks to my lack of personal time. Personal time is not the same as, commuting time, being at work alone time or hanging out with anyone else time. I wasn't even doing stupid things, I was cleaning. And now I'm hungry again. I need the ability to just pause everything. I would use it a lot.

Unless I am missing a massive loan somewhere... I've paid off almost half my student loans. I still really haven't internalized this. It makes sense because I've been out of school for almost 8 years...but wow.

oh hi....

Nov. 27th, 2015 08:23 pm
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It's been a long time since I made words about anything.
I think I'm finally over my job and ready for a different one, even though change is scary. The weird part this time is it's unlikely I'll ever see any of the people at the current place again. Where as I can go into local stores from my other jobs and see people I use to work with.
I have no idea what I'll look for either. A friend pointed out that I'm likely to get bored pretty quickly working in and office. This is true, but I wonder if that's what I need though. Kind of like some people need the level of noise a coffee shop has to help them mentally focus. I always made so many more things when I was in school and going through the motions.

I started drawing my christmas card today because vista print has a sale going on for 60% off, and then when I ordered the cards I forgot to put in the code and paid full price anyhow. It reminded me though of something I read recently that Ursula Vernon posted. She mentioned how she doesn't really sketch because she would much rather be painting. I always felt so weird because I don't really sketch either, and artists always talk about how they have their sketchbooks with them all the time. All of my sketches are like instructions for something else, or to remember something. Picture notes.

I don't like coloring, but I like watercolors it seems. I hit a snag with them because I started hearing everyone's fears about using them. Don't ruin the drawing, don't make mud, don't go outside the lines, perfection. None of them are mine. Realizing that is pretty awesome, but also kind of sad. They come from one person mostly, and it's sad that those are the recordings playing for someone else. That there isn't anything I can say to make them go away, other than for myself.

I don't know where all that came from. I was going to talk about how I found my tennis racket and my brain has sort of abandoned me a lot lately so I want to play tennis right the dark. Noooo... Probably all the going to sleep later. And now that someone sent a text about it I have to see what's on sale for clothes. Any new job I get I'll likely need not t-shirt and jeans style things. Bloopy cat mode, melt into the desk move! *plup*
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Madison is losing his birdy shit because I won't give him any delicious granola. appears that I can't type letters in the correct order. My mind powers must be shifting.
I have been drinking coffee all day...
you have been warned )
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I remember for a long time wanting objects to have meaning, actively thinking about it. I don't really know why, it seemed like a thing people did. You got some sort of trinket and it held this amazing amount of meaning, looking at it got you through the day/life or someone who loved you go it. I pick up rocks for this reason.

But then sometimes I just feel surrounded by stuff. The want of having just a few special things and everything else to be magically gone. A scale of love and personal feelings towards the object, anything under this amount can just disappear. That seems pretty ruthless now that I wrote it down. I would feel bad for the things. I like all of my little rocks, I picked them up because I liked them. I chose.

Maybe it is something that I only write here when I've been chasing thoughts around long enough that I can make words about the "root cause". Oh well.

I started crying the other day because I realized that the time I am most me, is when I'm putzing around my room on a nice day with the windows open listening to whatever music. Even making things is secondary to this really gentle flow state. I got upset at how far away work and the rest of my life takes me from this feeling. That I can't seem to carry it with me, when I think who I am then is amazing. I feel more part of life than any other time.

Yet I have to go and do these actions, make these words, interact with other people. So I'm less weird, so that I'm less the person who wants to wake up with the sun and gently go about my life. It's not all gentle, I get angry and sad. I would continue to feel those things.

The real answer looks like my want of control and predictability. I know mostly what is happening in my own space. I know we have bread to toast, and an egg to make breakfast with. Somewhere around here is one of my pens, there is paper. When I talk to people or go out in the world, I can't tell what's going to happen. Yet my brain is constantly processing patterns in behavior, so much in the background I'm not always aware of it. Yet without this my life gets disappointing, the joy in simple things is lost when it's all simple.

I get stressed out more often than I realize. It's hard to tell because my coping mechanism is to go through it. This has gotten me through high school, college, crappy jobs, life obligations I didn't want. I just bow my head and continue. Often though, I've "signed up" for things that I don't even like doing because I like the people doing them. Not in a romantic way, in a "you're my friend and you're important to me" way. I can't be someone else's everything, even if I might want to be because they're worth it to me.

Yet it's never about me because I'm afraid that I'll be too weird. Too wrong. That I'm broken and I should want these things I don't like. I should want to go party, I should want to have 9 billion friends, I should want to be always connected to everything. That I shouldn't want to read about science and research, that I shouldn't think NPR and TEDtalks are pretty neat a lot of the time, that even though other people like those things it doesn't mean I want anyone to JOIN me while I do them.

There is of course the ever present feeling that I'm not worthy of finding some sort of romantic partner, that I'm just too broken. I don't want to be with someone who I have to perform for, I want to be with someone who can feel like home as a person. Someone who, I could putz around at home with the windows open listening to whatever music and have them be present and still feel good and whole and me. I'm so afraid that doesn't exist.


edit: and of course now that I've typed this all out... it seems like a really crazy school report I've been researching, that is finally finished. I feel better. I drew random things and I keep remembering that I have the day tomorrow before work a night and the next day off.
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It seems like my posting streak came to an end there. I was trying to write in a journal before going to bed and so all of my words got used up there, but it was working...and I should continue.

The winter to spring transition really messed with me this year and I had a point where my chest hurt, but everyone seems to think it was more stress related. Which makes sense because I've started swinging into panics the last few years or so. They don't really seem to have a trigger, but a friend suggested that it could be 'trapped' feelings related to my job. If I hadn't spent years in high school coming home, crying and learning how to "talk myself down", I could see it turning into full blown panic attacks. Mostly I just have to learn how to work on my mental health again, instead of waiting for things to get bad first and training under fire. Sometimes my natural tendency to just continue with life even when everything is shitty, is nice. Other times is masks too well how sad I am and then no one knows.

My dad recently pointed out to me that I was managing my debt in a stupid manner. So yesterday I finally got some of that figured out. I had to take out a loan. "Yes, I am an adult!" It was kind of scary. Mostly because my brain holds on to all my bills and just kept thinking I was adding another I couldn't afford, when really it was consolidating things. But now I get a month grace period to pay off other minor debts with the money I normally use for those bills. Thankfully there is no prepayment penalties. Interest rates kill.

I've been getting books from the library like a crazy person. I finally read Dee Williams' The Big Tiny and it was awesome. I can't believe how often I forget I can get mostly any book I want from the library through their loan program with other libraries. I just have to wait, and my amazon list was just that anyhow. Waiting until I could afford buying things. I keep picking out non-fiction books though, and my brain really needs fiction. But I am so...gun shy of fiction? I don't know what I really like, and if the story bothers me I will put it down and not finish. I had to do that with memoirs of a geisha. Like 1/3 of the way in I just couldn't read anymore. It wasn't even bad, Like I could see the story too plainly or something, and it was going to get much more painful and I couldn't handle it. I also tried reading Wicked, and with that one I simply wasn't personally invested in any of the characters, so I put it down too. I'm like a picky eater, and it's not fun.

I also got a big deadpool anthology from the library. I don't really care for superheros, I don't get it. But deadpool seemed like a sassy enough jackass that I could like it. Now that I've read through it, I think he needs to be written better. The best dialog was deadpool with himself, because there was actual dialog. I've watched through most of dragon ball z...this was on par with that. I was expecting more sass, more actual wit. If I had to pick a superhero I still pick deadpool, though I am underwhelmed by 'old school' comics in general.

Now I just have to make a mother's day card to go with my gift and wait another few hours before taking more cold meds, so I can sleep tonight. I don't know if I should be happy it's not allergies or what.
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I am well loved.
It's kind of been a battle to not let the feeling become overwhelming and resort to telling myself mean things.
I wish I could just accept it, instead of sitting awkwardly next to loved.

But I can recognize it, so maybe I'm getting better at this.
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I think I am at a point where I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know how to get out. I haven't done anything, and it's not like I'm in trouble with the law, but I feel stagnant. Yet I can't really do a whole lot about it due to my work and the time it takes to get there. All of the normal things that I could want to do, like getting exercise or taking better care of myself, come as a direct hit to the amount of sleep I get. I am out of time to give to anything. I want to do things but I constantly feel like I have no time. It is creating panic for me mentally.

I feel like I need life guidance, but I don't have many places to turn to for that. I'm 10 years beyond when my parents moved out (together, and they're aware especially now that it's nearly impossible to do on your own) and so everything is really spearheaded by me. I was the first one to go to college and now everything just feels stuck. My parents only know how to do what they've been doing. But everything changes and right now it feels like a subtle shift is starting to be felt.

People tell me that everything is going to be okay, and that they're here for those times when everything sucks. It's okay to vent to your "people", but I constantly feel like a burden. I feel unworthy of everyone's awesomeness. Which hinders a lot of things, and puts me into patterns I don't know that I believe. Like, I think things would be better if I were in a relationship, but that isn't necessarily true. As though everything would be more simple and happy, but it could just as easily be more chaotic and stress inducing.

Everything lately feels like defeat. As though someone said we're going on vacation, and I grab all my things but they're pulling out of the driveway without me. And I'm just standing there with balls of yarn and books slowly plupping to the ground because they didn't fit in my bag. Is it too much to ask for someone who is willing to be irrational with me and say 'It's okay no one is going on vacation without you. I'm right here.'

Should I try to get an office job closer to where I live, but that would likely pay less. Just to have more free time? Is that even going to fix anything?

I'm trying to train I guess, for a 5k. Because in a fit of madness I signed up for one with a friend. This specific one looks like it's made of bouncy houses for adults, and it isn't timed. But I walked the timed mile run in high school, and I don't think that I've ever run for more than a minute in my life. I got a gym membership, and then I got the flu (not from the gym). I want to be able to do fun things with my friends without being the fat slow one. Yet it seems like trying to wedge more things into my life is causing me to feel stressed. Saying no and going to bed isn't really going to make it better either.

and to top it off my room is covered in crap from me trying to clean and get rid of things. Every weekend lately has been throwing me for a loop on that one, and nothing has been getting done. So my environment is a bad one to feel positive or hopeful in. All I know how to do is keep going, keep trying.
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I finally got yarn for a project, and every time I start it I pick up a mystery stitch. I can't figure out from where, and this time I just completely undid the small amount I had done. So I redid it to the point where normally mystery stitch appears and then I stopped to write this.

I had the day off and I spent this morning going through a giant stack of old magazines I wanted to look at for the last year or more. I really like having time to myself, and I really like talking with my siblings in the morning. Plus I can't stop hearing what my mom said, that maybe if I got a job closer to home I'd be able to have a life. I don't often get to have time that isn't in my room full of crap (still) and is useful to me emotionally.

Maybe I want to be the produce sign writer. Stack apples, write signs, 'no I'm sorry we don't have concord grapes those are seasonal'. Maybe I should just give in to the job that's been haunting me forever and get certified as an accountant, and do book keeping. Be an artist on the side.

I keep watching all these things everyone is producing and I feel so empty. Like I forgot how to make things. Everything seems like a time barter. It seems like the study on poor people making mistakes with their finances because they are fatigued from having to make hard choices all the time every day. Accept I feel like I'm doing that with my creativity and instead I just want to go somewhere, lay down and hope moss starts to grow. I feel sad, and I'm worried that it won't go away with the season change. How do I get more sleep, find time to exercise, read, draw, listen to music, CLEAN SHIT UP, make food and still hang out with friends?

Watched this where he talks about a creative bank account and draws things while he talks so cool. It's the same concept as the creative well from the artist's way (which I could never get into really). That you can only create so much without refilling the bank account. I maybe put $5 in, so later when I go to make something I can only make something worth $5 because that's all I have. The solution is of course to consume more things, but I'm back at the start of the paragraph above this one. I am tapped, and I have been for a long while, maybe going on a year and a half now. I keep feeling like there is a way to "do it all" and I'm just not seeing it, but in reality I probably just need to calm down. Find non-crappy books to read (I did not connect with any of the characters in wicked, I made it 1/3 of the way in or more) and go to the gym with my sister when I can (free for me). Because I signed up for a 5k... Because I want to be able to do fun things with my friends. Sometimes I'm an idiot.
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I just spent a week living at my friend's house. She has a typical chicago frame house, where it's long and has the hallway running down the whole thing. Nice wood detail inside, that of course was not kept up by any of the vandals who seemed to live in it before they did. It's really long, and just on the first floor there are two bedrooms, living room with a front room*, a bathroom, dinning room, kitchen and back eating area*. I am lazy, and that is a damn long house. It's a giant house because there is a half furnished basement (it's not great and no one uses it other than for laundry and a treadmill they were given) and an upstairs which has two more bedrooms and some closets, but more space for another bathroom if they add that. Giant house.

Me, gianthouse and Mimi: the little black field spaniel. Having a disappointed dog on your hands is confusing. I don't normally play with our dogs much, and I began to fear that my want of my own dog some day was just because well you have one right? But I realized it's like kids. Mimi is not my dog and we took some time to get use to one another, just the same way it would take me a lot of interactions to meet up with someone else's kid before I actually liked them (provided they are not little shits in general, which why am I friends with parents who are raising a little shit of a kid?). So by the last two days Mimi decided she wanted to sleep in the same bed as me and why wasn't I playing ball with her and ZOMG YOU'RE HOME YAY!!!! So won over le doggie eventually.

Crazy start to the first week, then I go to living at a friend's house in the second half AND now I'm able to take the bus to another store to help them open. Then weekend where I sat in her back eating area and soaked in reflected snow sunlight. Slightly crazy start to this week.

Then I'm home yesterday after work and my dad who is bored and pacing around takes on the task of getting my windshield fixed. So he finally finds someone 20 minutes away, that if I can be there when they open at 8am they can do it for 175. Okay cool. Dad got to help someone and calm the shit down, and I now have a new windshield. Like damn, no wonder winter sucks, everything is coated in salt and sadness and in this case giant cracks from a tree branch. New windshield is amazing.

I also got my fitbit in the mail. I feel so old. New technology makes me feel untrustworthy and amazed. I know how bluetooth works but damn. This is some fancy shits. It was on my wishlist as nifty thing that would give me data feedback about how shitty I sleep at night, and how I sit around a lot at a computer. But then I got second place at a work contest and they gave us amazon giftcards. Then I had a friend pay me for work for her business in an amazon giftcard....and I was just so close. Got my tax refund and damn, new windshield, new tech. Now I have to squirrel the rest of it away in an effort to periodically throw larger chunks of money at my debts.

Then while all of this is happening. There is a new store opening posted much closer to my house. Everyone says yes go for it, and I keep hesitating. I don't know why and I can't explain it. Maybe I'm a little bitter that the only place that wanted me is considered the crazy store of doom by many people. I need to spend the time and take some reddit lifehacker advice and write down everything I've done at the job I have now. Because I don't really remember any of it. I just keep diligently working away. I'm not even sad about that, but it does make me worry.

I have had to keep asking myself why I'm not doing hard things. Why am I not putting my artwork out there? Why am I not making my time be the powerhouse that people who actually know me believe that I am? It's way easier to hope to find a job that I don't hate and just...give up. It feels like losing. It feels like I never even tried, but I'm most afraid of trying and finding that the drive to keep going isn't really there to back me up. It feels sometimes like what other people see for me. That what I see for myself is too open ended for other people to understand, or know how to want. I want everything. I have always wanted everything. Someone always says I can't have it, or that I need to learn to specialize to make it in the world. Always on the surface I submit and say yeah you're right, I'll just get really good at this thing. But then my actions are all over the place, always gleening more information and more skills, asking more questions. It doesn't feel like a drive, or a passion. It feels like existing, and it's so easy and simple to keep learning and knowing and applying what I have learned and know. But that isn't a job, that basic simple thing is so amazing to so many people.

I'm fizzling out when I talk down that line of thinking, because I haven't come to a conclusion yet. Though it's possible that really is the answer. Throw the doors open and just keep wandering around. There is no answer and just face down all the bullshit with being myself, whoever that is now. woowoo stuff that is just welp, here's where we are.

*I can probably find a diagram if people are really interested, but in chicago the houses were built with porches and since the 1900s these front and back porches have been screened in and then fully enclosed to be rooms of the house. Complete with interior areas where the old windows and front door use to reside. It's a pretty cool architectural thing. But 'front room' which seems to be the agreed upon term, isn't the best for basic descriptions, because it is not the livingroom/familyroom combo that was popular in the 70s in the suburbs. ...omg why do I know all of this. someone take me to trivia night and feed me fried foods.
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I tried going back to trillian for messaging because I thought I would be able to have facebook chat through there finally. I can't because it simply won't let me sign in to facebook. The whole everything in one place would be nice if it actually worked. At least I had bashed pidgin into working well enough. Trillian seems like a whole other thing. Nothing can ever be simple, and the more people say it is the less that's true. Trillian just looked better than freeware is all.

I did my taxes, ending with being yelled at about an italian beef sandwich getting cold. Then I found out that it was covered in cheese anyhow. I'm getting a decent amount of money back, but I need to sit on it or use it to fix my badly cracked car windshield. It will not make as much of a dent in my debt as I would like.

It's probably time to cry myself to sleep. I keep getting this crushing feeling that I'll be stuck where I am forever and nothing will ever change. It's a lonely feeling even though I know the loneliness and never changing is illogical. Sometimes its hard to feel loved when it's just you sitting in the dark though.


Jan. 23rd, 2015 10:54 pm
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Despite wanting to see it I have just now seen Boxtrolls. It was good in the way a good book (which now I have to read it) is good but leaves you sad afterwards. I always wish I had someone to cuddle with when I feel like this. Curl up and go to sleep thinking of boxtrolls.

I watched this ted talk By Elizabeth Gilbert. She's the lady who wrote the book Eat, Pray, Love. Which I have read and thought was okay. But in the ted talk I linked* the thing I took away was Home. It's a really concise way to explain what I've felt like lately, and in the past year or so. Maybe it's been longer, I don't have a good sense of time. What brings me home?

I have a select group of people that remind me of who I am, and who I want to be. I may always have a hard time dealing with their seemingly irrational love of me, but I know it's there.

Most importantly though, I realized that drawing brings me home. It has just been a long time since I've stayed there. I don't want to stay, because it is hard. It's going to get hard. It will probably never be easy. I think of all the times that I just fling about "maybe I'll be a writer" as though it would be so easy. But it would be. It's way easier to get rejected over something I care less about. Writing is obviously not something I have ever spent time working on, it just happens to be a medium where I can more easily express myself than speaking. But art, is something where I do it even when my job is being a signmaker, lettering and often drawing. I do it when I'm stressed out... especially when I'm stressed out.

There are so many things I'm trying to work on. It seems like too many things sometimes, but many of them have been in the thinking stage for way longer than I wanted.

In the mean time I may look into getting a city/town job. My brother is making comparatively crazy amounts of money without having to travel very far at all. They have office jobs, so my inability to run a backhoe isn't really an issue. I just have to find the jobs and apply for them. It seems like a way better option than working customer service for a life insurance company, which seem to be the only other well paying jobs in the area.

*Her other ted talk on creative genius. Which isn't limited to artists.
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I filled up another sketch book. I can't help feeling bad lately though. My mom mentioned how the past year was kind of like being at war (which even she admits is an extreme analogy) and that coming down from that might be hard.

I keep trying to remind myself to be nice to ME. But that usually results in crying. Then other people are nice to me as well and I feel overwhelmed. Which contradicts completely with my wanting to love someone and be loved. I'm trying to figure out what I'm afraid of. Some of it must stem from not being enough for other people. I am always enough for me, provided my hands still work even to a reasonable degree, but I often worry that I'm not acting right. That I'm not acting enough, saying enough, tending to others correctly. That I couldn't possibly make someone else happy. Inevitably I feel more like this after making some minor social blunder, as I've managed recently.

After reading that book on vulnerability I've realized that I don't actually express myself. Yes I say all this here while I try to figure out just what in the hell is going on. But it's not really being vulnerable. People get the option to do as they please about my whining, it's a safety where I don't have to deal with any real consequences.

I need to plan and do things. ...I need to take a shower and probably cry about this some more. And try to remember that I'm not useless, I'm just sad and scared and I'm going to keep trying anyhow.

edit: I ate dinner and picked a rock out of my mom's bowl. It said "let go of expectations". I also ate a lot of peanut butter and now I'm all pressure-y and my heart beat feels weird. Damn it. Don't do this to me peanut butter :(
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I don't make resolutions. I don't often work with goals, I work with deadlines.

But after a year (or nearly two in one case) of nothing at all being about me, I'm tired. The same way I'm an excellent functioning mess, I also have started compulsively taking on work that I don't want to do. Possibly/probably because of the last year where I just had to suck it up and keep going. So I've continued the pattern, and it's doing absolutely nothing to promote what I want to do, or who I want to be.

I want to paint, and experiment with turning my people drawings into paintings. Maybe without the use of black...because it would be such a contrast from the black and white drawings themselves.

I want to travel. There were a lot of travel plans placed on 2015 that haven't been talked about for a long while, but I also have some personal ones.

I want to do more things by and for myself. I just visited the David Bowie exhibit down town, and aside from a really shitty wet day it was pretty awesome. I didn't actually know much about Bowie, but I was interested and the ticket was only 25 dollars for a guaranteed time slot.

I want get into science more. Physics has either gained some mainstream appeal lately, or I am just more aware of it. Either way I am incredibly intrigued. I also find chemistry interesting. I put something up on facebook about string theory and it was not well interacted with. I am disappointed I don't know more people who comprehend science enough to read articles about it, understand and even like them. I hope to couple this want with the doing more things by and for myself because I would like to talk about science and theories with more people.

I want to do yoga, or generally some sort of activity for myself. I feel better when I do yoga once or more times a week. I don't really care about the woo-woo parts of it (as my marketer calls it) I just know it makes me feel better, and that is the ultimate goal this year. To not feel so shitty all the time.


I had a talk with my dad about this interview I have on tuesday. I kept saying I didn't know what to do and he kept saying yes I do.
Every 2 to 3 years I get all restless and start to dislike where I work. I feel like I need a change. This time because of the momentum where I'm just taking on things I don't particularly want to do, I applied for jobs everywhere. All of my previous 2 year changes where to get a different and often better job. Yet this job, while I'm more than fully capable, would mean additional driving time and cost. Which are two of many things keeping me from achieving things from the list above.

It doesn't help that many of my friends and family are tired of seeing me get passed over for things. They all think I'm amazing and I am no where near that confident in myself. It's not a matter of just switching it in my brain to thinking I'm awesome or that I can super do the job, and I need to take time to practice that for myself as well.

In the end I don't know if I should waste people's time with my interview so I can show them that I'm great but don't really want this job...

My god I am a fucking powerhouse of amazing things, but I don't know how to stand up in front of people and say so yet.
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