No ranting today, just one streamline post of writing, unedited, for 5 minutes . . . and . . . GO!
Sometimes I still can't believe that he's actually here. We're not doing anything friends or family wouldn't do, just sitting around all day in our separate corners doing separate things. It feels familiar and yet how can it be? This time last year, I had no idea who you were, you were with someone else, probably telling them the same things you've told me. Have you though? Yes, you probably told her you loved her, even though you told me last night that you didn't find her nearly that interesting at all. It still puzzles me how that's so if you were together for years if you've always felt that way. You said it "sucked" because nothing was really wrong, you didn't fight, you're still friends to this day, and yet you said "you wouldn't choose to go back with her". Is that true? Or did you say that to put me at ease? Her pictures are gone from your walls, her letters too, but I still feel her there. Perhaps I'm a little bit paranoid, but I've been hurt too.
Still, you're here. Isn't that what matters? My parents might not like you and your parents might not like me. It's too early to tell where this is going and all your talk of a home together and a life outside of this country frightens me. Still, I should believe. Believe in you, believe in what I feel and what my mind tells me. Not the paranoid heart that still bleeds. I wish I could believe in you fully, I really do. But sometimes when you leave and I sit beside myself, I wonder what possibly could you see in me? I'm not very interesting either or is it that you haven't discovered that yet? What if one day you wake up and realize you still love her or the last one or the one before that? I know that I'd have to deal with it all the same. Tears will ebb and flow but it would be something I'd have to swallow along with the pain. I once told myself I wouldn't do this again. I wouldn't fall, I'd stumble gracefully and steady myself on the rail. I may look young on the outside but inside, I feel my heart growing old and frail. There are people who need me and then there's you. Some days I wonder if I should leave, before things fall apart. You don't really cling to me, you tell me some days that you'll be fine without me. But when I turn around, I catch your eyes and you tell me you love me, how thankful you are to have me. Which is truth and which is tale? Perhaps I've just gotten too afraid to fail.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
Day 33: Are You Happy?
"Are you happy? Is there anything I can do to make you happier?"
Being a bit broken and screwy from my past relationships (romantic and non), this question took me a bit by surprise. Very rarely, maybe once in a comet's orbit, has someone ever asked me "are you happy?" Sure, there are variations like "how are you doing?", "are you ok?", or even "did you have a good night?" but this one seems to catch me off guard. I suppose it's normal? Is it? I'm not sure. He told me that he's usually a bit nervous at the beginning of relationships because he wants to know that he's getting things right. Usually one might think that he has something to hide . . . and he might, I'm not ruling that out entirely but I don't think that's true.
The state of happiness is a funny one. Psychologists often think that we reach some sort of happiness plateau, that we all have a level of happiness that's determined by our personalities and only in extreme situations do we fluctuate from that level. I guess if that's true, then people really can be happy anywhere, you just have to wait long enough. It seems silly but when you think about having to adjust to a new place, a new job, or maybe even a new group of friends, you can transcend that "I'm new here" funk and go back to a place that you've once been. There are so many books on this topic and motivational speakers that will charge you about $500 a session to tell you about how they've achieved their own happiness but I think that it's a much more subjective matter than that. What makes one person happy may make another person completely miserable, to each one's own right?
And if that's the case, then I suppose I can say that in this moment, I am actually quite happy.
Being a bit broken and screwy from my past relationships (romantic and non), this question took me a bit by surprise. Very rarely, maybe once in a comet's orbit, has someone ever asked me "are you happy?" Sure, there are variations like "how are you doing?", "are you ok?", or even "did you have a good night?" but this one seems to catch me off guard. I suppose it's normal? Is it? I'm not sure. He told me that he's usually a bit nervous at the beginning of relationships because he wants to know that he's getting things right. Usually one might think that he has something to hide . . . and he might, I'm not ruling that out entirely but I don't think that's true.
The state of happiness is a funny one. Psychologists often think that we reach some sort of happiness plateau, that we all have a level of happiness that's determined by our personalities and only in extreme situations do we fluctuate from that level. I guess if that's true, then people really can be happy anywhere, you just have to wait long enough. It seems silly but when you think about having to adjust to a new place, a new job, or maybe even a new group of friends, you can transcend that "I'm new here" funk and go back to a place that you've once been. There are so many books on this topic and motivational speakers that will charge you about $500 a session to tell you about how they've achieved their own happiness but I think that it's a much more subjective matter than that. What makes one person happy may make another person completely miserable, to each one's own right?
And if that's the case, then I suppose I can say that in this moment, I am actually quite happy.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Day 24: Procrastination is King
I'm a slacker, not by nature, but it has become second nature. I like to feel the anxiety and pressure that comes at the last minute, it's a bit of an adrenaline rush that I relish and crave. Yes, it sounds silly to sit around when I could take my time to do something slowly but it's less fun to do so.
One thing I feel that I haven't been procrastinating on is worry. I worry about a lot of things, the stability of my job, the well-being of my friends and family, my job, my love life, whether or not I contribute anything to society, did I mention my job?! Growing up, I was always told that things will work out in the end. When the boat approaches the dock, it will naturally straighten itself out. I still subscribe to this belief (which I could credit with my procrastinating ways) but sometimes there's that one thing that makes you question your faith in it. In a world where all things are possible, could it be that this is the instance in which I fail?
My family parents don't approve of my life choices thus far. They think my job is stable but too far away. They think my friends will lead me astray and down a path of self-destruction in which afterwards they will abandon me in some dark alleyway and point and laugh at me. They think the guys I fall for are all wrong for me (with the exception of Benedict Cumberbatch, they've been right so far), including the one I'm seeing now. They think I'm too loud, too sloppy, and just a bit too hot-tempered to be the perfect girl, the one who's desired by the perfect Chinese man they expect me to marry. They think I'm slacking in all of these areas but out of all the things I worry about, these are at the bottom of my list. Perhaps it's the trust I have in these people, after all, a lot of them have rightfully earned it. Friends can be like your family and some members of your family end up becoming mere acquaintances. I procrastinate on a lot of things but there's a plan out there somewhere. It might look like I'm slacking but I'm just finding a way to point my boat towards the dock. I can at least be afforded that right?
One thing I feel that I haven't been procrastinating on is worry. I worry about a lot of things, the stability of my job, the well-being of my friends and family, my job, my love life, whether or not I contribute anything to society, did I mention my job?! Growing up, I was always told that things will work out in the end. When the boat approaches the dock, it will naturally straighten itself out. I still subscribe to this belief (which I could credit with my procrastinating ways) but sometimes there's that one thing that makes you question your faith in it. In a world where all things are possible, could it be that this is the instance in which I fail?
My family parents don't approve of my life choices thus far. They think my job is stable but too far away. They think my friends will lead me astray and down a path of self-destruction in which afterwards they will abandon me in some dark alleyway and point and laugh at me. They think the guys I fall for are all wrong for me (with the exception of Benedict Cumberbatch, they've been right so far), including the one I'm seeing now. They think I'm too loud, too sloppy, and just a bit too hot-tempered to be the perfect girl, the one who's desired by the perfect Chinese man they expect me to marry. They think I'm slacking in all of these areas but out of all the things I worry about, these are at the bottom of my list. Perhaps it's the trust I have in these people, after all, a lot of them have rightfully earned it. Friends can be like your family and some members of your family end up becoming mere acquaintances. I procrastinate on a lot of things but there's a plan out there somewhere. It might look like I'm slacking but I'm just finding a way to point my boat towards the dock. I can at least be afforded that right?
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Day 23: I am 24 Going on 14
I wouldn't say that my relationship with my mother has always been a nervous one. Sure, we've had ups and downs, a couple of spats here and there, but for the most part, my mother and I have a close relationship. I would tell her about my day, the things that I'm interested in, and she would tell me hers. At least, that's how it used to be . . .
I don't want to say that the turn of events can solely be blamed on the actions of my older siblings. Even though I feel that way, it's not the whole truth. Truth is singular yes, but it comes in multiple parts. My mother's problem, or so I believe, is that she has lived in a self-contained environment for nearly 30 years. The contact she has with the outside world is limited to the boilerplate transactions at the grocery store and the occasional pleasantry of running into someone she once knew. The change that has happened in the world frightens and angers her just as the change she sees within her own children. Being the baby of the family, I watched the pillars of my family shift from one side of the house to the other. The positions of their shadows changing with the movement of the sun. Eventually, I too joined the motions by heading off to college and pursuing a career with the federal government.
I still love my mother, I really do. But now more than ever, it hurts to say that. She's hurt me so much in the past few years that I'm not sure if we really can go back to the days we had before. Maybe she does mean well, what mother wouldn't? But her lack of trust and refusal to place a little faith in all that I do still feels like salt on a festering wound and I'm not sure how much longer I can hang on. I see more and more why my siblings did what they had to, but it doesn't mean that I can follow in their footsteps. History repeats itself over and over again until we find the way out, a way to break the cycle. I can only hope that third time's the charm before I break as well.
I don't want to say that the turn of events can solely be blamed on the actions of my older siblings. Even though I feel that way, it's not the whole truth. Truth is singular yes, but it comes in multiple parts. My mother's problem, or so I believe, is that she has lived in a self-contained environment for nearly 30 years. The contact she has with the outside world is limited to the boilerplate transactions at the grocery store and the occasional pleasantry of running into someone she once knew. The change that has happened in the world frightens and angers her just as the change she sees within her own children. Being the baby of the family, I watched the pillars of my family shift from one side of the house to the other. The positions of their shadows changing with the movement of the sun. Eventually, I too joined the motions by heading off to college and pursuing a career with the federal government.
I still love my mother, I really do. But now more than ever, it hurts to say that. She's hurt me so much in the past few years that I'm not sure if we really can go back to the days we had before. Maybe she does mean well, what mother wouldn't? But her lack of trust and refusal to place a little faith in all that I do still feels like salt on a festering wound and I'm not sure how much longer I can hang on. I see more and more why my siblings did what they had to, but it doesn't mean that I can follow in their footsteps. History repeats itself over and over again until we find the way out, a way to break the cycle. I can only hope that third time's the charm before I break as well.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Day 15: Mysterious Ways
So . . . I'm a bad blogger. But, within reason, I have been busy at work which is where I do most of my blogging . . . which makes me a bad employee . . . but there's a lot of downtime since we're not in production . . . and sometimes I just want to do stuff other than stare at a dataset.
In the span of ten days, it seems that I've acquired a new relationship status. Well . . . I think I have . . .maybe? Still in the early days. If anyone had asked me last month if I thought I would be where I am now, I'm almost certain that I would proudly declared the continuation of my spinster like ways of critiquing my favorite television shows, baking, and laughing at random gifs on the internet. New era, new definition of spinster (forever alone).
The funny thing is, it's a refreshing experience to have to think about someone else again. Yeah, we think about our friends and family when we make our decisions (at least I think we do?) but in a relationship, particularly a new one, there's a lot about learning the likes and dislikes of the other person. We have to know their habits, show them ours, and hopefully find a middle ground to make things work. The tricky part to mine is that we work in the same office, under the same supervisor. Not quite the Jim and Pam of the Census Bureau, but really, is it even possible for there to be another "Jim and Pam"??? I'm not sure if there really was a moral to this entry other than to give a status update and to say again that I fully intend on keeping up with this blog (and keeping things short and sweet). Think about how your day went today and think back to 10 days before, are things more or less the same? Or have you transcended into an alternate version of yourself? You might be surprised.
In the span of ten days, it seems that I've acquired a new relationship status. Well . . . I think I have . . .maybe? Still in the early days. If anyone had asked me last month if I thought I would be where I am now, I'm almost certain that I would proudly declared the continuation of my spinster like ways of critiquing my favorite television shows, baking, and laughing at random gifs on the internet. New era, new definition of spinster (forever alone).
The funny thing is, it's a refreshing experience to have to think about someone else again. Yeah, we think about our friends and family when we make our decisions (at least I think we do?) but in a relationship, particularly a new one, there's a lot about learning the likes and dislikes of the other person. We have to know their habits, show them ours, and hopefully find a middle ground to make things work. The tricky part to mine is that we work in the same office, under the same supervisor. Not quite the Jim and Pam of the Census Bureau, but really, is it even possible for there to be another "Jim and Pam"??? I'm not sure if there really was a moral to this entry other than to give a status update and to say again that I fully intend on keeping up with this blog (and keeping things short and sweet). Think about how your day went today and think back to 10 days before, are things more or less the same? Or have you transcended into an alternate version of yourself? You might be surprised.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Day 5: Being Weird
The first words my best friend in second grade uttered to me were "you're weird". Two days ago at work, two of my co-workers mutually agreed with glee that they both thought I was weird. Now I know that my interests don't fall within the spectrum of what other people do. I don't like going out to bars because I get bored after a while and all the people I really trust don't live within a 10-mile radius of me. I'd rather read and watch TV but when I do venture out into the world, I usually like to volunteer for special events, go for walks, and visit the surrounding museums.
I like listening to the wireless (I mean radio), there's content there that can be easily ignored but if you give it a try, it may change how you see the world. I watch the commentaries that come with DVDs for shows and movies that I really like. I can rewatch episodes of my favorite shows without questioning why I'm rewatching them. I like to go shopping and probably spend too much on clothes. I don't know what to do with my hair, it's a miracle if I brush it in morning. My apartment's messy, but to me it's just fine.
I love my family and worry about them probably more than I'm supposed to. I would do anything and everything for them because to me, that's how you love someone. I love my friends even if there are moments where I feel frustrated, sad, and even a bit envious of the exciting lives they lead. There are nights where I want to cry because I'm weird and there are nights where I forget everything that's been said and dance around my apartment to the Spice Girls. I want to learn, I want to laugh. I want to love and I think that I have so much to share. Perhaps I should change . . . but if other people refuse to change and accept that my way of life is a possibility, why should I?
I like listening to the wireless (I mean radio), there's content there that can be easily ignored but if you give it a try, it may change how you see the world. I watch the commentaries that come with DVDs for shows and movies that I really like. I can rewatch episodes of my favorite shows without questioning why I'm rewatching them. I like to go shopping and probably spend too much on clothes. I don't know what to do with my hair, it's a miracle if I brush it in morning. My apartment's messy, but to me it's just fine.
I love my family and worry about them probably more than I'm supposed to. I would do anything and everything for them because to me, that's how you love someone. I love my friends even if there are moments where I feel frustrated, sad, and even a bit envious of the exciting lives they lead. There are nights where I want to cry because I'm weird and there are nights where I forget everything that's been said and dance around my apartment to the Spice Girls. I want to learn, I want to laugh. I want to love and I think that I have so much to share. Perhaps I should change . . . but if other people refuse to change and accept that my way of life is a possibility, why should I?
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Day 4: I'm afraid of nice guys
Whenever I describe my dating life to someone new, I'm usually met with one of two responses. The first being "aww, you'll find someone," a knee jerk reaction for most females. And the second usually contains a look of confusion coupled with a rather delayed "why?" I'm sure I'm not the first and definitely not the only 20-something who thinks that the dating scene is more difficult than completing a triathlon the same day as winning America's Best Ninja Warrior but the absentia of an active string of dates does put me in a rather tricky situation.
In my limited experience, every time a guy has been truly nice to me, there's usually a world of hurt just swirling off the horizon. My ex (the one and only) was someone who was my friend before the relationship started. We talked a lot, about our families, our interests, random things that happened that day. We had a mutual set of friends, so it felt like we knew each other for much longer than we actually did. He was caring, gave me little presents as jokes. Hindsight is always 20/20 and even as I look back at this very moment, red flags are whipping about in my mind. The point is, he fit the mold of the "nice guy". The one who listened, who had a lot of close female friends, and appeared to mean well. But somewhere between the time he said "I really like you" and "you don't have your life together", something went horribly wrong. At first I thought it was the stress of exams, hey we were in college and it's not unheard of. Once that passed, whatever tension between us remained and little by little I felt myself retreating into the dark space he felt so at ease in. He threw personally critical remarks at me and never once did I feel like he actually meant it when he apologized. I remember telling him I loved him and supported him but looking back now, I only wish I had been strong enough to get out sooner.
Things like this still haunt me, call it a ghost if you will. I haven't really had a date in the past three years and sometimes at night, when it's quiet and not even a siren wails, I can still hear the things he said. They weren't as clear as before but they're definitely still there. This wasn't my only brush with a nice guy turned nasty guy. One other showed me the possibility of being physically hurt and another betrayed my trust. Neither of them were in romantic settings but it's still enough to make me question why things like this keep happening. Neither of these incidents were linked together with the exception of me, I am the common denominator.
As I venture into the foray of my latter twenties and the nonstop engagement reel that is facebook, I'm left to battle with the grizzly demons of relationships past. Just as I feel like I'm making progress, they pull me back in and hit me right in the kisser. It hurts, but hopefully I'll be able to bounce back from the ropes stronger than ever. Can I get a "yo Adrian"?
In my limited experience, every time a guy has been truly nice to me, there's usually a world of hurt just swirling off the horizon. My ex (the one and only) was someone who was my friend before the relationship started. We talked a lot, about our families, our interests, random things that happened that day. We had a mutual set of friends, so it felt like we knew each other for much longer than we actually did. He was caring, gave me little presents as jokes. Hindsight is always 20/20 and even as I look back at this very moment, red flags are whipping about in my mind. The point is, he fit the mold of the "nice guy". The one who listened, who had a lot of close female friends, and appeared to mean well. But somewhere between the time he said "I really like you" and "you don't have your life together", something went horribly wrong. At first I thought it was the stress of exams, hey we were in college and it's not unheard of. Once that passed, whatever tension between us remained and little by little I felt myself retreating into the dark space he felt so at ease in. He threw personally critical remarks at me and never once did I feel like he actually meant it when he apologized. I remember telling him I loved him and supported him but looking back now, I only wish I had been strong enough to get out sooner.
Things like this still haunt me, call it a ghost if you will. I haven't really had a date in the past three years and sometimes at night, when it's quiet and not even a siren wails, I can still hear the things he said. They weren't as clear as before but they're definitely still there. This wasn't my only brush with a nice guy turned nasty guy. One other showed me the possibility of being physically hurt and another betrayed my trust. Neither of them were in romantic settings but it's still enough to make me question why things like this keep happening. Neither of these incidents were linked together with the exception of me, I am the common denominator.
As I venture into the foray of my latter twenties and the nonstop engagement reel that is facebook, I'm left to battle with the grizzly demons of relationships past. Just as I feel like I'm making progress, they pull me back in and hit me right in the kisser. It hurts, but hopefully I'll be able to bounce back from the ropes stronger than ever. Can I get a "yo Adrian"?
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