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Monday, December 10, 2012
New Tag (to be applied retroactively)
So I'm trying to fight off irrational insecurities, and trying to find the right balance between "keeping him at arm's length," and "leaning too hard." Trying to not
give him the entire FEELINGSDUMP, not because he wouldn't help, but
because it isn't helpful. But I don't want to give him the poster
version of me, either. I don't want the person he comes to know and
care about to be the person I've curated for him. I've done that
before, and it never works out well.
And I check Facebook. And someone else is dead.
It isn't anyone I knew. It isn't even anyone I knew existed, until now, when he doesn't exist anymore. But a couple I know from dancing, some of the first people to reach out to me and be welcoming and friendly, they had a son. And he killed himself last week.
I just want to scream at something. I want to scream and hit things.
The weekend after Thanksgiving, one of my dad's wife's best friends died.
I just—
I don't know.
And I check Facebook. And someone else is dead.
It isn't anyone I knew. It isn't even anyone I knew existed, until now, when he doesn't exist anymore. But a couple I know from dancing, some of the first people to reach out to me and be welcoming and friendly, they had a son. And he killed himself last week.
I just want to scream at something. I want to scream and hit things.
The weekend after Thanksgiving, one of my dad's wife's best friends died.
I just—
I don't know.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Other things on my mind today.
The Very Last Class of the Semester is going on RIGHT NOW.
I get to see RFG this weekend. Like, TONIGHT.
And the next time I think, god I wish... we can.
We've been fantasizing for three weeks. That is a very long time for me. Waiting is not my strong suit.
Money. I need to take it seriously. I'm behind on my student loans. I pay every month, but not the whole amount due, and it's adding up. And my credit cards. It's out of control. This month, I am on a serious money diet. But I need more than a month's dieting. I need to make changes.
I told RFG that we're eating in this weekend.
I really need to get some photos of the blanket I'm knitting. Maybe today.
I'm going to be on a beach in, like, TWO WEEKS.
I am optimistic. This year has been difficult. Next year will be better.
I get to see RFG this weekend. Like, TONIGHT.
And the next time I think, god I wish... we can.
We've been fantasizing for three weeks. That is a very long time for me. Waiting is not my strong suit.
Money. I need to take it seriously. I'm behind on my student loans. I pay every month, but not the whole amount due, and it's adding up. And my credit cards. It's out of control. This month, I am on a serious money diet. But I need more than a month's dieting. I need to make changes.
I told RFG that we're eating in this weekend.
I really need to get some photos of the blanket I'm knitting. Maybe today.
I'm going to be on a beach in, like, TWO WEEKS.
I am optimistic. This year has been difficult. Next year will be better.
Things Yay
I don't do presents. It's not that I never give anyone anything, but I don't participate in gift-giving occasions. I had a post written once, explaining all the reasons behind my present-giving-fear, but it comes down to, "It stresses me out enough to make me miserable."
I try to make sure that people who might be affected by this know in advance, which is sometimes kind of awkward. In case you were planning on getting me a present, you should probably know that I won't get you one is not exactly winning me any tact awards. If people don't want to give me anything, that's fine with me. If people want to give me something anyway, that's fine with me, too. If someone gives me something, but resents the non-reciprocal nature, that's not something I can control.
So I feel extra sleezy at times like this, because I'm really excited about the presents I'm getting from my dad. Remember the luggage I didn't buy in August? You know, the kind of thing I never get around to getting except when I need it, and then it's too late. It seems like a silly luxury, which it mostly is. The backpack I took to Europe in 2000 is still sturdy and functional.
But this luggage is so light! And pretty! And brightly colored so I can see it from afar on the luggage carousel and it won't get confused for someone else's (although, since it is mass-produced I'll probably look for a way to personalize it a little more). And since I seem to be making regular weekend trips to the Quad Cities, I would really like to stop borrowing other people's tote bags or overstuffing my old camera bags. I would really, really, like a good, pretty, lightweight, bag. So I've asked for the rolling duffle/carryon, and the weekend duffle bag. And I keep going back to the site and drooling.
The thing is, I don't avoid present-giving because I think that present-giving is bad. It's not an anti-consumerism stance, or an anti-holiday stance. I like things. I like having and getting things. It's just that I have certain neurosis revolving around gift-giving, especially en mass, and I'd rather give up on something I like (getting things yay) in order to get the piece of mind that comes from ignoring the whole process. And then when I still get to get things yay I feel like a hypocrite and an asshole but it doesn't keep me from drooling in anticipation.
(I'm thinking I can sew bright ribbon to the straps. It shouldn't weaken anything, and I think I can do it nicely enough to not look DIY. Lime green, I think. Or vermillion.)
I try to make sure that people who might be affected by this know in advance, which is sometimes kind of awkward. In case you were planning on getting me a present, you should probably know that I won't get you one is not exactly winning me any tact awards. If people don't want to give me anything, that's fine with me. If people want to give me something anyway, that's fine with me, too. If someone gives me something, but resents the non-reciprocal nature, that's not something I can control.
So I feel extra sleezy at times like this, because I'm really excited about the presents I'm getting from my dad. Remember the luggage I didn't buy in August? You know, the kind of thing I never get around to getting except when I need it, and then it's too late. It seems like a silly luxury, which it mostly is. The backpack I took to Europe in 2000 is still sturdy and functional.
But this luggage is so light! And pretty! And brightly colored so I can see it from afar on the luggage carousel and it won't get confused for someone else's (although, since it is mass-produced I'll probably look for a way to personalize it a little more). And since I seem to be making regular weekend trips to the Quad Cities, I would really like to stop borrowing other people's tote bags or overstuffing my old camera bags. I would really, really, like a good, pretty, lightweight, bag. So I've asked for the rolling duffle/carryon, and the weekend duffle bag. And I keep going back to the site and drooling.
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| Look! (Okay, so the matchy is a little much, but they won't be used together all that often.) |
The thing is, I don't avoid present-giving because I think that present-giving is bad. It's not an anti-consumerism stance, or an anti-holiday stance. I like things. I like having and getting things. It's just that I have certain neurosis revolving around gift-giving, especially en mass, and I'd rather give up on something I like (getting things yay) in order to get the piece of mind that comes from ignoring the whole process. And then when I still get to get things yay I feel like a hypocrite and an asshole but it doesn't keep me from drooling in anticipation.
(I'm thinking I can sew bright ribbon to the straps. It shouldn't weaken anything, and I think I can do it nicely enough to not look DIY. Lime green, I think. Or vermillion.)
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
The Beauty of Household Pests
First off, given the number of times that some combination of "plus size womens tuxedo vest black" shows up under "search terms" in my blog stats, I think it's obvious that someone really needs to go make one of these.
Secondly, Captain Awkward strikes again. This time on Teh Fatties. This whole losing-weight thing I've been doing is based on the assumption that, no matter how much I try, I can't manage to internalize fat acceptance. I can find physical beauty in anyone else, but I can only see mine when my waist is 46" or less. And because I can't accept—and love—myself, the next best solution is to change myself into something I can.
But maybe I gave up too early. Maybe I didn't give myself enough credit. If I can make the kind of changes it takes to lose weight, maybe I could make the kind of changes it would take to quit the damn double standard that makes me need to lose weight.
I say that, and it terrifies me.
I am so in love with the idea of myself in a size 14 (shopping at normal people stores again!) I think, no wonder I couldn't accept myself, I never really wanted to. You know, that thing about not being able to help someone who won't help themselves.
Early on, I told Red Flag Guy about the web site, and the naked photos. I said, "I'll tell you my last name, but I'd rather you not look at the photos. I'm not entirely comfortable with them." He agreed, but eventually caved to temptation and looked them up.
I am proud, still, of those photographs. I believe that they are honest, and expressive, and challenging, and they were fucking hard to make, and there are even times when I can look at the color and shape and think that they are beautiful photographs. I am proud of them, but I have a hard time looking at them. Because even when I can see the beauty in the photograph, it is despite, and not because of, the subject matter. It is the beauty of spiders and cockroaches.
And, at the time, even that was more than I'd ever managed before. The ability to look at myself and see any beauty, even the household pest kind, was a victory.
Knowing that he'd seen them, I could hope that he'd realize that I don't look like that anymore. I could hope that he'd be able to see some hint of what I look like now in the photos of what I looked like then.
It never occurred to me to hope that he'd like them. That he'd like me in them.
But he does.
Secondly, Captain Awkward strikes again. This time on Teh Fatties. This whole losing-weight thing I've been doing is based on the assumption that, no matter how much I try, I can't manage to internalize fat acceptance. I can find physical beauty in anyone else, but I can only see mine when my waist is 46" or less. And because I can't accept—and love—myself, the next best solution is to change myself into something I can.
But maybe I gave up too early. Maybe I didn't give myself enough credit. If I can make the kind of changes it takes to lose weight, maybe I could make the kind of changes it would take to quit the damn double standard that makes me need to lose weight.
I say that, and it terrifies me.
I am so in love with the idea of myself in a size 14 (shopping at normal people stores again!) I think, no wonder I couldn't accept myself, I never really wanted to. You know, that thing about not being able to help someone who won't help themselves.
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Early on, I told Red Flag Guy about the web site, and the naked photos. I said, "I'll tell you my last name, but I'd rather you not look at the photos. I'm not entirely comfortable with them." He agreed, but eventually caved to temptation and looked them up.
I am proud, still, of those photographs. I believe that they are honest, and expressive, and challenging, and they were fucking hard to make, and there are even times when I can look at the color and shape and think that they are beautiful photographs. I am proud of them, but I have a hard time looking at them. Because even when I can see the beauty in the photograph, it is despite, and not because of, the subject matter. It is the beauty of spiders and cockroaches.
And, at the time, even that was more than I'd ever managed before. The ability to look at myself and see any beauty, even the household pest kind, was a victory.
Knowing that he'd seen them, I could hope that he'd realize that I don't look like that anymore. I could hope that he'd be able to see some hint of what I look like now in the photos of what I looked like then.
It never occurred to me to hope that he'd like them. That he'd like me in them.
But he does.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Green Flags
... and then Captain Awkward goes and posts something like this, because Captain Awkward is strangely prescient. She says,
1. He is honest and up-front, even when it's difficult, even when it's potentially bad for him. This really needs to be numbers 1-10 on the list. It's HUGE.
2. No pressure. If he wants something, he asks for it, using his words, and respects my decision. And not just in a "I respect your decision but I'll complain a lot about it and hope you'll change your mind" kind of way. He asks, and then that's it. I'm the one who needs to work on this. (See previous post.) He's got it down.
3. He uses his words. Even when something might just be assumed, he asks anyway. He is always appreciative when I do the same.
4. He obviously makes me a priority, but within reason. I am not his only priority. He doesn't offer to change his life for me, or blow off responsibilities for me. Someone who makes bad decisions for me is going to keep making bad decisions, and not always in my favor.
5. We don't always have enough to say to have a conversation every night. Sometimes when he calls before bed we just have a "Hey, I miss you. See you later." But, not every night. We manage to talk beyond what we did each day, and I laugh, for reals, and not just to acknowledge that I understood something to be funny. I'm never bored when he's talking. I'm never annoyed at him for going on about something I don't care about. And I know that I'm not particularly good at separating PANTSFEELINGS from FRIENDFEELINGS, but I know what FRIEND FAIL looks like and this isn't it.
This is new, and we've only seen each other with our good faces on. We haven't had time to get annoyed at each other, or deal with serious disagreements. There are many tests we have not yet passed. I will worry about them when they come, and not before.
So, yeah. We are new at this. But we are comfortable in each others' affections and priorities. We DO make time, and we communicate regularly. It's OKAY if dates mostly consist of food and sex. This is normal and healthy. Green flags:What you have now sounds pretty happy from where I’m sitting. Key phrases in your letter that have me counting green flags:
- “Recently started dating…” = It takes time to work a new person, even an awesome new person, into a busy schedule. Give it some time!
- “Totally on the same page about priorities…” = You can feel comfortable and secure that this is a going concern. That’s huge! So often people who have just started dating end up taking the temperature of the relationship all the time because they don’t know or can’t tell whether they are both equally invested.
- “One date night every week…” = Even with your busy schedules, you’ve found one night/week to be together, and you communicate regularly by text. That’s not nothing!
1. He is honest and up-front, even when it's difficult, even when it's potentially bad for him. This really needs to be numbers 1-10 on the list. It's HUGE.
2. No pressure. If he wants something, he asks for it, using his words, and respects my decision. And not just in a "I respect your decision but I'll complain a lot about it and hope you'll change your mind" kind of way. He asks, and then that's it. I'm the one who needs to work on this. (See previous post.) He's got it down.
3. He uses his words. Even when something might just be assumed, he asks anyway. He is always appreciative when I do the same.
4. He obviously makes me a priority, but within reason. I am not his only priority. He doesn't offer to change his life for me, or blow off responsibilities for me. Someone who makes bad decisions for me is going to keep making bad decisions, and not always in my favor.
5. We don't always have enough to say to have a conversation every night. Sometimes when he calls before bed we just have a "Hey, I miss you. See you later." But, not every night. We manage to talk beyond what we did each day, and I laugh, for reals, and not just to acknowledge that I understood something to be funny. I'm never bored when he's talking. I'm never annoyed at him for going on about something I don't care about. And I know that I'm not particularly good at separating PANTSFEELINGS from FRIENDFEELINGS, but I know what FRIEND FAIL looks like and this isn't it.
This is new, and we've only seen each other with our good faces on. We haven't had time to get annoyed at each other, or deal with serious disagreements. There are many tests we have not yet passed. I will worry about them when they come, and not before.
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