Here it comes…fall…my favorite season, but also the most difficult time of year for me….the slow, grueling spiritual death before spring regeneration. My deep-seated fear of November. november november november. why am i so terrified of november? what happened in november??????????????????

I disappear during the fall and cut off a lot of contact with people and I can feel it coming on already. But it’s not something i am big enough to control even though i wish to god i could. fall spins shadows out of control. they overtake the walls. and then the ghosts want to talk.

and while the door has been opened today, can i just say the one piece of truth that i’ve never had the guts to say in my entire life?

i hate what my family made me.

Snippets from Club Manic Theatre:

Interior.Living Room. Night
[Julia enters.]

Julia: Dude, Brian, I just picked up my first spider!
Brian: WHAT???
Julia: I think I just took a huge step in confronting my arachnophobia.
Brian: OHHHH. I thought you said something about you killed a fighter.
(to Lauren)
I’m laying on the couch watching TV this morning and this bitch comes walking up to the doorway, just like this…
[He staggers through the door with his eyes barely open]
I was up until four in the morning…….playing video games. In her t-shirt…and black panties. And I’m like, gooooood god. Jesus fucking christ, not in the morning.” And I’m like, “Girl. Pull up your panties!”
Julia: Dude. Why are you messing with me?
Brian: I’m NOT messing with you!
Julia [walking back to her room]: Whatever. I was just telling you that I picked up a spider.
Brian: That’s great!
Julia: Fuck you.
Brian (angry): What the fuck? I’m trying to tell you that’s great and you tell me fuck you.
Julia: You’re just mad that I didn’t tell you about that guy.
Brian: Pshhh…I don’t give a fuck. So next time you freak out because there’s a spider in your room, you won’t irritate the hell out of me about it.
Julia: Well, I can’t guarantee that I can do it again. This may be a one time thing.
Brian: Well if you can do something once, you can do it again.
Julia: You think so?
Brian: Yeah, like fucking a guy on a massage table and acting like nothing happened I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU PLAYED ME!!! This whole time!! You TOTALLY played that off like, that guy was gross, he was all weird and had weird shit in his house, eeeeew…and you totally FUCKED HIM.
Julia: You had no idea?
Brian: I had NO idea! This WHOLE time. You totally played it off like you were weirded out by him. You told me, I thought he was a freak, I got weirded out, I came home early and I BELIEVED you!
Lauren: But meanwhile. You fucked him.
Julia: Isn’t it weird, all the secrets people have? I have so many secrets that no one in the world who knows me has any idea about.
Lauren: I don’t think I have any secrets. I pretty much tell people everything.
Julia: Come on. You’re Scorpio Moon. You MUST.
Lauren: Well…..yeah. I guess I do have a few secrets.
Julia: Like what?
Brian: Her huge dong.
Lauren: I just shave and tuck away. Shave…and tuck away.
Julia: Why shave?
Lauren: Well…the hair gets caught in my zipper. And it’s really uncomfortable.

10 minutes later

Lauren: Okay, I’m gonna go now.
Brian (in an English Accent): Roight. Roight roight roight roight roight.
Lauren (in an aristocratic accent): Ciao! Ciao for now!
Brian: Roight, roight roight roight.
Lauren: Ciao! Ciao for now!
Brian: Roight roight roight.
Lauren: Ciao!

[Brian closes the door]

(dude. Our place? Weird shit goes down).

9/22 Recap

Had a great meeting this morning. Negotiated some great avenues to help our company achieve aggressive financial growth. Which is pointless because my boss is CHEAP and everything I do is pretty much wasted effort. I hate my job. What is the point of me working so hard to build relationships and finding opportunities for my company to make a shitload of money to achieve the aggressive growth my boss demands (20-25% a month) if they WON’T GIVE ME A REASONABLE BUDGET. I’m going to leave soon. I have to. There is no point of me even trying if they’re gonna be cheap muthafuckers and expect huge growth on no risk. I even offered to donate my salary to cover the fee to sponser a major hospitality conference where I found a hooked up liason who will personally give us access to CEOs and COOs of the major hotel chains. And they laughed and said, “No, don’t do that. It’s not right.” What’s not freakin’ right is how they waste me. What is the point of me strategizing realistic ways to put our company in the path of lucrative deals for moderate risk when they won’t do anything? FUCK THEM. I’m not going in anymore. I’m just not showing up anymore. Gonna go to Bennigans and hang out with Jennifer Aniston. And discuss her lack of “flare.”

Met up after work with this guy Jon whom I met at the food court last week. I told Brian I was meeting up with “the guy I met at the food court last week” and he asked, “Not that guy who fucks other guys?” No, not the same guy. No, I don’t know if this one fucks other guys. But not the same guy. Would it be possible for me to ever live down that guy? Christ. We met up at Q’s and played pool with his friend Eric, whom I met last week, too (they were having lunch next to me). Jon’s a nice guy…very emotionally straightforward. Which I know would be good for me because I’m too complicated to be trying to date complicated people. But he’s also 4 years younger than me, and considering I have yet to date someone even MY age, this makes me feel like I’m robbing some sort of cradle. Plus, dating young guys…you’re asking for trouble. They’ve got wild oats to sow. So I only stayed for 45 minutes because I had to run home for a massage appointment, but in that time, he beat me at pool twice and we chatted about his grandmother who’s depressed. Like I said, nice guy, very easy connection. But not one that blows me away. Just a distraction. If even that. Plus, he lives in Irvine. Which, unless he had been a soulmate of the passionate love connection ilk, makes him geographically undesirable.

I was getting a massage because I’ve got this problem in my right glute that needs to go away. So my chiro suggested trying massage therapy. So this woman was massaging my ass and I was asking her if she thought the problem was due to nerves or due to muscular tension. So I asked her, “Is it muscular?” And we both simultaneously realized that it sounded like I was asking her about the firmness of my butt as she rubbed it. Good God. Make it stop…

Today’s mood: http://www.greenplastic.com/lyrics/rh_songs/exitmusic.php

My Self-Exploration Continues:Why I’m an AWESOME Girlfriend (if I could find someone willing to date my crazy ass…)

Venus in the sign Cancer indicates people who are deeply sensitive in their romantic feelings. Their extreme vulnerability means their feelings can be easily hurt, but they hide this vulnerability behind a dignified exterior. Of all the Water signs, someone with Venus in Cancer is likely to be particularly nurturing and caring in relationships. These people are attentive to their partners’ needs and particularly to their emotional well being. They are able to tune in sympathetically to their partners’ moods and offer unobtrusive emotional support.

Your whole nature hides in a protective shell till you have taken the emotional steps that make you secure; then it unfolds graciously, like a flower in the warm sun, and beautifies your whole world. The fear of being hurt by love is very strong. You like sentimental gestures only if you think they spring from sincerity. The forced kiss, the dutiful embrace, mean nothing to you. Your emotional polarity is not primarily physical; and though you can respond to ardor, you can take it or leave it. Someone with Venus in Cancer will easily reach out and touch those she cares for as a gesture of love and affection. Within a relationship, these people will want both to give and to receive a lot of gentle and loving physical contact. They want to be held, stroked and cuddled. (they’re often better than sex for me….)

This person may ‘mother’ his or her loved ones in all kinds of ways. These people may literally feed their partners, finding great pleasure in cooking them their favorite meals.

In relationships, you are most concerned with security and permanence. Quality, not quantity, is important to you in love relationships. The emotional bonds you form with a partner are strong and enduring, and the commitments you make in love are forever. Once you are involved in a relationship, infidelity is simply unthinkable. You are extremely possessive and jealous, and couldn’t bear to have your mate be unfaithful to you. Even if your relationship is unhappy, you will stay in it for the emotional security it provides; and nothing could be more devastating to you than to have your partner leave you.

You invest totally in your lover, and expect the same sort of unquestioning devotion in return. You want to share everything with your partner. If your lover has several planets in Taurus, Cancer or Scorpio, this symbiotic existence may work out fine; but someone whose chart is dominated by Arien, Geminian, Sagittarian or Aquarian energies will feel smothered by such closeness. Nevertheless, when you like someone, you like that person a lot, and you show it. You are a very faithful friend, and you will never do anything to hurt someone you like unless that person hurts you first – in which case you are very likely to strike back. (Never with the small things but definitely if I were betrayed, manipulated or taken advantage of. Then seriously…hell hath no fury…)

Within the context of your relationships, you are highly emotional, though if your Sun is in Gemini you won’t show this emotional side of yourself to anyone other than your lover. In order for you to be content in a partnership, you must be able to form a strong feeling connection with your mate. You want to be so entwined that you can intuit each other’s needs and desires, and don’t even have to speak.

Killing with kindness is sometimes present. Ties of friendship will be long-lasting. Love and affection will be focused on the home, and a great deal of money will be spent carefully to make it comfortable – although often cluttered and untidy. (haha…I haven’t seen the surface of my desk in years)

Your family is the most important part of your life and your reason for living; thus, you may spoil your children and sacrifice everything else for them. You love children – your own and everyone else’s – and may devote much time and energy to caring for them.

If the Sun sign is Gemini, this Venus placement heightens the level of Geminian emotion; and, provided the subject doesn’t overrationalize the feelings, these will be marvelously and romantically expressed, showing kindness and a cherishing quality. The sex life must be lively and stimulating. The subject is considerate and a good communicator with both friends and loved ones.

What they leave out is that I need the freedom to flirt with EVERYONE and talk to EVERYONE and be trusted, but I expect my partner to loyally wait at home for me and be so secure in himself, that he’s okay with that. Because I won’t cheat and you’ve got a death wish if you cheat on me. Doesn’t seem fair? Yeah, that’s why I stay single. I take relationships really seriously and don’t like wasting my time on stupid people, but I can’t bring myself to demand that kind of relationship, even though realistically, it’s probably the only kind that I’d be able to stay in long-term. And also, I hate that in every relationship, guys start to expect me to mother them and they become such babies (some more than others). I prefer a balanced relationship where we take care of each other and look out for each other.

I think today we’ve hit the pinnacle of my life at this office, as Avi just showed me a videoclip of a naked Japanese woman with her ankles around her ears shooting about 20 live sardines out of her ass.

More Explanations for My Freakitude!

Been reading some updated psychological astrology research articles, which I haven’t done in a while. This stuff is INSANE!

My moon in 2nd House:

Garrulousness with this position is an indication of serious sexual frustration. (raise your hand if you’ve noticed how I can’t shut up).

Sexual fulfillment is extremely important to this position. They are generally powerfully attracted to potential sexual partners. (hee!…you don’t say…) If, for some reason, this attraction does not bring them a fulfilling relationship, it will cause a variety of mental and emotional problems. (Naw…) Both sexes seem to radiate sexual energy. (Yup.) They are very aware of sexuality in others from an early age. (Hey, L…remember the “Pants Down Game?” Uh…I don’t either) The Moon’s sign and the aspects to it from other planets will show whether this is a positive and healthy development, or if it leads to repression and a fear or hatred of sex on the one hand, or to a cynical exploitation of it on the other. (Repression or fear of sex? That’s not me…)

Some women have no qualms about taking anyone who pleases them to bed, maintaining all the while a virginal façade and a total and lifelong silence on the subject, even to best friends. (Holy Crap!!!!!!!!!!).

Love is very necessary to these people, although it may or may not be directly connected with sexuality. If others show it, they may make fools of themselves for love. Powerful attractions that are hard to deny and may last for years. Artists with this Moon position will seek a ‘muse’ or love object for their talent to revolve around. (WHOA. I’m a secretive love fool. I’ll never tell a muse that I’m in love because I don’t want them to fall from the heaven I’ve placed them in and become mortal. Without love, yearning and denial, there is no art)

Venus in 12th House:

They may love someone to whom they can never declare their love – someone unavailable for one reason or another, whom they can only ever love in secret. This could be someone they know, who is in their life in some way but has no idea of how they feel…(dude…story of my life. If I truly love you, I’m not gonna tell you. I don’t know why, but I just won’t)

They may choose to remain uninvolved. This might be a conscious choice to be celibate. (hee!)They may long for a ‘pure’ spiritual or mystical love experience. (definitely) Or they may prefer to be alone with a fantasy rather than to be in any real relationship. While this can be a lonely option, their fantasies around love can remain ideal; untinged by reality, they can create the perfect love in their mind. (couldn’t have said it better)

They are often extremely sympathetic and compassionate people, and can be drawn into loving out of pity. (You don’t say…) Venus in the 12th also denotes the love of what other people reject; the love of the downtrodden, the underdog, the criminal who really has a heart of gold, the person nobody else understands, etc.. (Or someone really, really ugly inside and out? You wouldn’t happen to know any of my ex-boyfriends who fits this description, would you? Because if you did, you should probably tell him to stop being a stalker and GET OFF MY SITE)

Sun in the 11th:

Generally attractive, they can be intensely charismatic, in some cases projecting an almost godlike quality of higher knowledge, inner strength, or supernatural wisdom. (my ego doesn’t need this)

Expressions of care must be powerful and total, to penetrate your own power center. Curiously, to feel loved, you must love. You cannot conceive of being loved by anyone for whom you don’t feel love. Equally paradoxical is the fact that you are not receptive to courtship unless you’ve already chosen the courtier as your beloved. (HA! I have to be interested in you, before you show me that you’re interested, and then you have to be the one to initiate and be very, very clear that you are interested. Otherwise, I assume everything short of a clear, absolute declaration to be gestures of friendship) Yes, you are susceptible to flattery (sometimes too much…), but unless you actively love the individual already, compliments are interpreted as simple friendship.

Uranus in the 3rd House:

Uranus in the third house can indicate that you have unusual sisters and brothers. You may have one or more siblings who cause you a great deal of unrest or worry, someone very bright and unorthodox, or very troubled, or both. (!!!!) A natural stress can occur in electrical passageways and connections within the brain that can manifest as insomnia, inability to integrate sensory stimuli, speech difficulties, ‘switching’ between the left and right brains that leads to disjointed, random thought processes. (Whoa. I’m telling you, I need subtitles when I watch DVDs not because I can’t hear, but because it’s easier to process sounds into words if I can visually follow along)

How to Look Up Your Own:

Go to www.astro.com . Register and fill in all of your birth info. This only works if you know your EXACT time of birth! The site will compute your chart and give you which house certain planets are in. Open another browser and go to:

http://groups.msn.com/interpretations4/general.msnw?action=get_threads

On the left panel, will be lists of planets in houses and their interpretations. Have fun!

If I really loved you, then I wouldn’t tell you.
Because if I really loved you, then I shouldn’t tell you.

Did I drive you away?
I know what you’ll say,
You say, “Oh, sing one we know.”
But I promise you this,
I’ll always look out for you,
That’s what I’ll do.
My heart is yours,
It’s you that I hold on to
That’s what I do
And I know [that I’m] wrong
But I won’t let you down,
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah I will, yes I will)

Yeah, I saw sparks.

Hey Whit! Look what I found about my moon in Libra today…

While both sexes may be romantically amorous, they are notoriously fickle and wavering in romance. They are also easily thrown off balance emotionally, given to secretiveness in matters of the heart. They seldom take others into their confidence in their more personal concerns. They have an unusual attraction for people with the Sun or Moon in Pisces.

HAHAHAHA! I think we’ve just found the root of my Pisces fetish.

You know, I really don’t get mad that much. But the one thing that will really, really get me is when people are selfish and disrespectful, and take obvious advantage of a friend because this person happens to be very nice and easy-going.

These kind of things really remind me that I have ZERO tolerance for drama, and ZERO tolerance for those with a gross lack of consideration for others.

It’s the end of the night. Brian, as is his nightly custom, asked me if I could clean off the dining table for him, shower him and put him in bed. I was overanxiously overanalyzing things in my head, as is my nightly custom, so I absentmindedly said, “No because I’m freaking out here. But I will take off your pants.”

I quite possibly have more sex on the brain than even the average guy.

My Beloved Muskrat Is Abandoning Me For a Boy!!!!

From the Muskrat’s mouth:

I, myself, just got back from a mini vacation. My guy, Jef, and I went to New Mexico, and just in time! We couldn’t have planned it better. The hurricane called for mandatory evacuation on my little beach the day after we left. Though the aftermath of it all proved to be a war zone all is well with my little apartment and my family.

While chaos was going on at home, I found myself in the land of serenity. I roamed through the dry desert, climbed several mountains, and felt as if I had reached the peace of the earth. New Mexico is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. Though it was right under my nose at all times, I never thought such splendor could reside in my own country.

The smell of the desert is like new air that has never inhabited the lungs of human kind before. It is so fresh and clean to breath! My first encounter with the desert will forever be embedded in my mind. Upon the new morn Jef and I drove through a twisted road towards the peak of a great mountain that overlooked Santa Fe and, what seemed, the entirety of that vast wasteland of beauty.

Jef was all smiles that morning as we sat on that peak talking for hours about life and all that she encompasses. Finally, the conversation started to cease into a comfortable silence and then he asks me, ever so casually, “So, do you think we are ready for the next step.” “Sure,” I threw out with a flip of my carefree hand and a quirky side-smile. How was I to know that the next instance he would pull out the sparkliest ring that ever did reside!

I was breathless! Never did I have the plans of marriage in mind. I’ve always just been bumping around, but here before me was offered a soft place to land. Words escaped me….

The only thing I could think to say was, “Can I get back to you on that one?” He had informed me, with a smile, that he was already prepared for that answer and would wait for my reply. We continued our vacation. The thought of marriage upon my doorstep lingered on the back footsteps of my every thought with a ring from the doorbell every now and again from a humbled voice asking, “What do you think of that proposal now?” The man was brilliant in his patience. I have to give him that!

Two days rolled by as we made our way up to the Sandia Mountains. After a few hours of hiking we roamed around until we came to a clearing that overlooked the setting of the sun. My eyes filled with pink. Sandia means ‘watermelon.’ They called these mountains the ‘Watermelon Mountains’ because when the sun sets and reflects upon their brazen backs the mountains glow pink. Jef, being the ‘Mr. List-it’ that he is, suggested that I try and think of the good and bad of it all and write it down to help me along in my conquest while he went off to take pictures in his Ansel Adams way.

But, the thing is I had been trying to figure out the bad the whole day. True, I never saw myself as married, and true there are things about the man that I know will drive me insane, however I couldn’t count that as bad. I’ve always said that I wanted to live my life to the fullest, and though I’ve never really considered this route before I could not exclude it, fore what a wonderful adventure it all would be.

And so, as he came out of the murky forest I asked him to come sit beside me. I took the ring off and gave it back. He was not pleased and for a moment refused to take it. I finally forced it in his hands and asked him to ask again. He got down on one knee and said the words as if he had said them for the first time.

The windy air breezed between my lips as the desert stirred about in her silence. Moments lingered for hours there. Finally, I exerted the word ‘Yes’ and the next moment breathed in that peace that only the desert could provide. New Mexico is truly the land of enchantment!

I love you, Muskrat. You are gonna have a blessed life with Jef. :) Please name your first born Julia. Regardless if the baby is male or female.

So the Goobernator can grab boobies and be elected governor, but I can’t have sex with dead people?!?!?

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=573&ncid=573&e=3&u=/nm/20040913/od_nm/crime_necrophilia_dc

Damn you msn/hotmail!! My email is down. Anyone who is sending me emails…all hundreds of you…er, two of you, please know that I can’t get emails. I have a communication addiction. It’s worse than heroine. Not having email or my cellphone on me today is like my own personal hell. I’m ready to jump off a ledge. A low ledge, albeit, but still, a ledge.

don’t try to intellectualize love, kiddo.
that’s how it kills you.

While the Cat Was Away…

While Brian was away, I:

-spent the entire weekend walking around in my bra, basking in air conditioning.

-watched documentaries about child molestors

-stared at my reflection in the oven for an hour

-sang 80s songs loud enough for Bitch Downstairs Anna to hear.

-played guitar for hours on end.

-wrote a song. Called my mom to play it for her and she said, “That’s nice. Now back to me…”

-worried about being stalked

-gave Peyote a lesson in sex ed. I used a textbook about humans though, because I don’t know what turtle sex is supposed to be like.

-wanted to go to 7-11 but thought that was too far of a drive.

-Thought about making a booty call to a male friend who’s into Jesus. Thought that was too sick of a sick joke.

-Thought about booty calling Reggie, a very cute actor. But he’s probably mad at me because I never call him back.

-Thought about how silly it is that I’m thinking about making booty calls when I obviously don’t have the guts.

-Went to the Tar Pits. Walked through the museum. There are these pump things that simulate what it’s like to be stuck in tar. I thought, this would be a great workout for your arms. Rolled down the grassy knoll outside. Listened to the folk musician standing outside. Some song about a “cigarette pie.”

-Went to a bbq at Whitney’s. Made a lot of sausage jokes.

-basically, BEHAVED myself.

(thank you)

A friendly warning…

Kids. Stay away from Geminis. They’re all bad news. They’re huge flirts with zero accountability. They can mess with your head like no one else.

Holy. Crap.

http://alabangers.blogspot.com/

Scroll down to the stain-glassed window picture.

A Saturday Night In!!!

I don’t care if people think I’m a nerd. I love staying in sometimes and just having things be quiet….

But when you’re in the city, it’s never really quiet. If you’ve ever been out camping, then you know how noisy a city is. Being in the city is like going camping with that kid who doesn’t shut up. You end up blocking him out so you don’t notice him anymore, but he’s still talking. In the city, even at its quietest, there’s always something buzzing in the background at a low frequency. I wonder if that’s really bad for us–that kind of noise pollution. [Mental note: search web for research on that]

Anyway, this is what I’m doing in this post. I’m sitting here writing my script. And I’m home alone so I’m scared. But I have to be alone to write. So I’m leaving this open to keep me company. It’s kind of weird, isn’t it? But frankly, it helps. So this is gonna be a total stream of consciousness post because I’m going to be jumping back and forth between the script and this, and I get a lil’ crazy when I’m writing at night.

Writing this supernatural script is freaking me out. I have to be honest with you guys. A writer’s journey is scary. I’ve never tried acid, but from what I hear about it, it sounds like what the writer’s process feels like. You’ve got to go deep in there, find a world that you created and make it so convincing to yourself, that you might truly believe it exists. But you always think you’ve got a safety line pulling you back into the real world before the other one drowns you. I believe that for writers, it’s very important for them to be in a safe environment with people they trust. Just to have access to a trusted network for reality checks. Like Stephen King having his wife who obviously looks out for him. I think he would have gone insane within the writing process if he had delved into the process as intensely as he did, but didn’t have that kind of support.

I wonder if this is why I’m always afraid of really committing to being a writer. You have to dip into insanity for grueling periods of time. And you’re relying on other people to be able to pull you back out. I guess it’s really about trust. Trusting that the people around you will be able to keep you connected to the real world while you’re writing. People who are determined to be around those who are writers must be saints. Or sadists. Ooh…watch out for the sadists…

Recurring nightmares. I personally never thought I had them, but then I would have one and then think, oh yeah. I’ve had this dream before. And then I’d forget again. They’re like obsessive thoughts in your dream self. Whatever they represent must really freak you out. I personally have recurring dreams of being chased and thrown down a well to drown. Persecuted. By bullies.

So I went to a psychiatrist who hypnotized me to talk about the dream. I told her that I was some fat guy wearing straw or something loose on the bottom and I wasn’t very smart, but I noticed things. And that no one took me seriously. That I had laughed at the King’s men’s shoes as they rode through the courtyard (their shoes were fancy and made out of some nice felt-like fabric or something and really red, which was so impractical because the moment they dismounted outside here, their shoes were going to be covered in mud.) And then someone must have told them that I laughed because they came and grabbed me when I was out minding my own business and I was caught off guard and scared, and they dragged me to the well and threw me in. And they looked down at me, being cruel, and I was so scared and I hated them so much because I knew that no one in this world was going to help me no matter how scared I got and I realized that I was going to die, and everything as I knew it was very soon, for sure going to END. And there was absolutely no way around it.

I just remembered all of this. This happened years ago.

Man, I’m totally stream of conscious-ing tonight. Having my brother around required so much attention, that now that he’s gone, I have so much bottled up creative energy that I need to get out. I wonder if sex gets it out. I wonder if I would be less creative if I were having a lot of sex. Like George Costanza when he becomes really smart when he abstains. I know that I get NO writing done when I’m in a relationship. I just don’t have the creativity in me. So I know that if I need to finish a project, I have to be very very careful of not being interested in anyone or falling into a relationship. Ironically, the most creative time is after not getting someone that I really wanted or losing something that I desired. Like post-break up or finding out the person I have a crush on doesn’t have the same level of interest. That’s the best time for creativity…the time between when the bad thing happens, and when it really sets in. It’s like surfing the creative wave. (I also have a lot of dreams about surfing). But it’s so masochistic. This process is so masochistic. It requires that you purposely fall for people you are pretty sure you can’t get, or get into a relationship where you know you’ll be unhappy or things will end up badly. You’re trying to ensure inner conflict. Work up frenzied need and desire that gets denied an outlet. The sparks that create the raging fire that can translate into creativity if you so choose to use it in that manner. Be wary of writers, people. This is my honest advice to you. We often subconsciously but intentionally fuck up our own lives to give us the fuel for creating our art.

Anyway, I’m going to go pour myself a glass of wine, get a nice fire going in the fireplace, put on some soft classical music and knit. Or go through Brian’s room to see if he has any porn. I’m not sure which yet.

Okay, I’m back. He didn’t have any.

I’m kidding, Brian. I didn’t really look.

But I did check in on your favorite lil’ man of the house, and I’m worried about Peyote. His shell is starting to get these weird, reflective plates. I don’t know if that’s just what happens when they get older, or if he’s sick or something. Or what if it’s cancer????? Do you take a turtle to the vet? Is that strange? What if he’s dying? I know; you’re rolling your eyes at me, saying, you know what we should do? We should just kill that fucking spastic bastard. But you know what? Maybe the things you say really hurt his feelings. Maybe he cries about it all the time in that tank but we just can’t tell. Maybe he’s depressed because he’s living in fear of you, knowing that you hate him and would kill him if anything were to ever happen to me. He’s tired of being degraded and berated by you. You’re making him sick, Brian. You’re making our baby sick. Why don’t you just put down the newspaper for just a few goddam minutes a day and talk with him. Find out how he is. Who his friends are. If the bigger turtles are offering him drugs at school. He’s YOUR responsibility too, you know. What? NO. Don’t walk away from me. DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME! Okay, fine. DO NOT GET IN YOUR CAR. DO NOT GET–NO YOU BETTER NOT START THAT ENGINE! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT GONNA START THAT ENGINE! DON’T YOU DARE DRIVE OUT–STOP!–IF YOU YOU BETTER BRING ME BACK SOME FUCKING TAMPONS FROM THE STORE YOU ASSHOLE!!!

Or, I could stop licking my turtle.

Let’s Take a Little Station Break for a Friendly Disclaimer

Friends, loved ones, strangers. Even ex-boyfriends who secretly check out my site on a daily basis but don’t think I know. I’ve realized that when I started this blog, it was just for me. No one knew about it; it was like open mic at the poetry showcase every time I posted, with me opening up about really private, naked things for an audience full of strangers. Yes, I’ll always continue to post very private things, because I’m just embarrassing like that. But now it’s gotten so big, and I don’t know who’s on here reading. It’s like spending a whole rainy day afternoon talking to yourself in the basement, having entire wonderful and funny and tragic conversations with yourself, and then turning around and suddenly finding that you have an audience. It’s a really weird feeling.

But I wanted to say that I don’t want anyone who knows me in real life and reads this blog to be offended. I tell mostly anecdotes because they’re funny as hell, but out of respect.

I also just want to let the people who interact with me in every day life, who have come to know me through day-to-day living rather than putting together who I am from the clues of this site, to know that I don’t post about you not because I don’t care about you, but because I actually care a lot. I think the things a person really cherishes should be kept private. Wouldn’t you agree?

And please understand that I live in my head a lot so most things on here are what my simple robot brain deems intellectually stimulating, funny or confusing (I don’t understand emotions). I’m not calling anyone out or communicating to anyone through cryptic messages. Anymore. Not for a while. Okay, not true. But what I mean is, please don’t take what I write too personally. I honestly don’t think that much when I’m writing these things.

In other news, some people ask me what it’s like living with a male roommate. And I say, “Brian and I are like brother and sister. Except I’m the brother and he’s the sister.”

Labels

I’ve been having an interesting conversation with an interesting person over the last few days, and one subject that jived exactly with a subject that’s been obsessively running through my head is that of labels. It’s funny how synchronized the universe is…it was the exact conversation I needed at this time.

I have long been saying that collective perspective makes up reality, and because reality is made up of collective perspectives, it can not, by nature, be objective. It’s the asymptote. It can get really really infinitely close to objectivity, but by nature, it will never be 100% objective.

Same thing with people. There are infinite numbers of depths, planes, frequencies and facets of people, that it is really hard to come up with an exact detailed inventory of who a person is.

Take a pen for instance. Uncap it and put the cap at the end. You look at it from one angle, the cap, and it looks like a 2-dimensional circle. You look at it from the opposite angle, and it looks like a cone ending in a point. You look at it from the side view, and it is a long cylinder. Because we have the luxury of distance to view the whole and observe the boundaries of the object (where “All that Is the Pen” ends and “All that Is Not the Pen” begins), we are able to see what the object is despite its different appearances from different angles.

With people, we can’t see the boundaries of the person. We have done a great job measuring the physical characteristics of people, but what about all that can not be measured–the psychological elements, the emotional elements, the psychic elements and the projected elements? And what about the fact that these elements are constantly shifting and morphing? Thus, in order to perceive a holistic person, we have to fill in a lot of the blanks.

I’ve always said that we don’t really know anyone. Think about it. The person you will know best in your entire life is yourself. And how well would you say you know yourself? Let’s say you know yourself pretty well, in this moment. How well will you know yourself in an hour? In a month? In 25 years? We’re always changing. Nothing in the universe is static. Thus, we take those facts that we believe to be true, and based on the sum of these facts, fill in all the necessary assumptions to create the whole.

I’ve been through this theory already somewhere on this site, but I’ll run through it briefly again. Say you meet someone. He tells you he’s a kindergarten teacher, he reads to the elderly on weekends. He has a wife and three young kids. You spend some time with him and you observe that he has a very gentle, kind manner of speaking, is friendly, and appears to be sincere making you trust the information that he himself has provided.

In truth, this is what you know:
-he’s a kindergarten teacher
-he does charity work
-he is gentle and kind
-he appears trustworthy

That’s all you know. But in order to interact with this person, we will fill in the blanks and assume that this man in his entirity, is the archetype of a good person.

Let’s say, you run into him next week. His behavior and manner are the same, but this time, he confesses that he was in jail for 5 years doing time for rape.

His manner has not changed. His presentation remains consistent. But now you must assimilate this new data in with the old data, and reconstruct your idea of this person. Usually, if the new data is fairly consistent (which it usually is…the more data that is compiled, the more likely new data is consistent enough to be assimilated), the idea of the person is stable. If the data is inconsistent, this causes problems in trusting who this person is, because the old assumptions are contradicted by the new data. This is the phenomenon behind why we freak out and feel like we “don’t know someone anymore” when we find out new information about him or her that we can’t fit into the projected image that we felt had been accurate.

The only way we can function socially with others is by filling in the blanks to build our idea of the people we interact with based on the facts and observations we receive. But I believe there is great danger in putting too much weight onto projections and assumptions, and not being very aware that new data will come in and will need to be assimilated.

So in essence, I think it’s very important, when dealing with people, that you listen carefully and keep an open mind. Be careful of not running away and being dogmatic with YOUR IDEA of a person, but try to keep an open channel for learning about this person, so that your idea of who this person is is updated with all the new information you receive.

Which brings me to the idea of labels. Labels are necessary. They’re necessary for personal identification and for identification of others. It’s the wholesale process of the aforementioned assumption process. But to cling to labels is dangerous.

I’ll use myself as an example. I am female. To see me as female shows me classified as a gender, different from male, with all the personality, physical assumptions that come with the classification of being female. The me in my entirity, has been dissected to show the parts of me that fall into this classification. I am approximately 26 years old. That puts me in the 20s age range, coming with more personality, physical assumptions. Tomorrow I will be approximately 26 years old + 1 day. I am American. Again, different but more assumptions. Perhaps I will not be American at a later date. I am a Gemini (personality assumptions). I am kind-hearted. Perhaps I will not be kind-hearted tomorrow. I am heterosexual. Perhaps I will not be heterosexual tomorrow. I am generally benevolent. Perhaps I will not be generally benevolent tomorrow. Etc.

It is impossible to define a person based on characteristics, labels, etc. because not only can you not itemize all of them to determine the sum which would define the person, but because those characteristics are either constantly changing, or vulnerable to change.

(note: The sum of the parts of anything do not “equal” the whole. The sum of the parts, through logical coincidence, “correspond” to the whole–produce a parallel entity that happens to equal the whole. A whole is a facsmile of the sum of the parts, but it IS NOT the product-entity of sum of the parts.)

So all that semantical mumbo jumbo is me trying to say that labels will suffice to get us through the day, but it’s so so so important to always approach people (and yourself) with fresh senses as new information comes in constantly that require for you to adjust your idea of the person so that you are aware of and can stay (as close as humanly possible) in touch with who this person truly is.

Otherwise, you’re really just shadowboxing with imaginary friends that you created in your head.