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Down The Gorilla Hole – Why Not Write Something Depressing on Christmas Eve?

I haven’t been able to write – to really, painfully, ripping off a scab write – in a while.

There’s plenty to say. I always have something to say. Getting it out in the way that I want has been the obstacle. How many ways can I talk about things being hard or difficult or frustrating before it becomes rote? And, compared to the rest of the world, do my problems measure up in any way? What is my hardship compared to what you or you or you are going through?

I’ll try, though.

Business has been slow. Like, agonizingly watching paint dry slow. Every order that comes in keeps the lights on, but nothing more. If I was working in an office, this might be bearable, but I’m going stir crazy at home. I work at home, stay at home to avoid going out and spending more money, sleep at home and it’s all home home home home home. There are moments when I want to burn this fucking house to the ground just so I don’t have to spend another second here.

Friends have disappointed me. There are people in my life who mean a lot to me, to whom I have given so much, emotionally and otherwise, and it’s a painful slap in the face discovering that it’s not reciprocal. I was even told that my friendship with one person couldn’t continue because of her newly embraced religious devotion. Sometimes people wonder why I rebel so much against blind ritual, tradition, and following the dogma of an organization that purports to be religious – maybe it’s because I get to be the guy that feels like shit because his friendship would be against the principles of a church. Not all friends have been disappointing – I don’t want it to sound like that – but it’s happened frequently enough that I’m disjointed and doubting myself.

The fact that we’re sinking neck-deep into the holiday season hasn’t helped, either. The holidays are a place for family and friends and tradition, and I actively avoid traditions, don’t always get along with much of my family, and can’t rely on some of my friends. After a two-hour appearance at a family party this evening, I’ll be skipping Christmas and just waiting on 2013 to hurry up and get here already.

Reflection

The biggest issue, though, and the reason that I’ve had so much difficulty writing, is the massive crippling disappointment I have in myself. In little over a month, I’ll be 36, and I’m not where I wanted to be by this age. I’ve started over. I’ve gone back to Go without collecting my $200.

I’ve plateaued on my weight loss for a while now. If I can dig down and find that motivation to exercise, I know that I will continue to lose weight, but right now, I’m not happy with how I look. It’s in my hands, but that doesn’t make it any less of a burden right now.

I’m single. I thought I’d be married and have kids. I didn’t realize that I’d fail at marriage, get divorced, and have to find someone new, who I could trust. I thought I found that person, but I was wrong. Her cruelty broke me and I started over yet again.

All of these goals I set for myself when I was younger have been for naught. Instead, I’m divorced, wading through the minefield that is dating, with no children and less security than I had at 30.

Where do I want to be? Who do I want to be? These are the questions that keep me from writing, because to examine them is to face the possibility that I can’t get there.

I know what I don’t want. I don’t want to have this financial albatross. I don’t want this large house filled with useless trinkets and gadgets. I don’t want to keep treading water. I don’t want to continue to wake up alone every morning.

I want to be back in Los Angeles.

I want to write professionally.

I want to have a family of my own.

And I’m terrified that I won’t get any of that.

30 Days of Truth Day 3: Forgiving Myself

I said I wasn’t going to do these for thirty days consecutively, but only use them as writing prompts when needed.  Well, since I leave tonight for Burlington, Vermont, for four days and have a shitload to do before I go, plus have added work-related stress, I needed a prompt.  And here we go:

This is Day 3 of the 30 Days of Truth series. (Day 12).

What’s something you have to forgive yourself for?

I’ve forgiven myself for all of my transgressions, all of the times that I thought I was being the best friend someone could ask for when I was being selfish.  I’ve thought through my motivations, I’ve looked at the lessons I’ve learned, and I’ve looked at the positive results that have come from actions I have considered despicable.  And I’m finally okay with it all.  So what’s left?

I forgive myself for being afraid of change.  I forgive myself for being so worried about controlling everything around me that I let myself stagnate and suffer in silence.  I forgive myself for being in the way of my own personal, emotional, and mental growth.

Even more importantly, I know what I need to strive towards.  I need to be happy.  I need to put my needs ahead of those of others if necessary.  I will not impede my own path any longer.

30 Days of Truth Day 2: What I Love About Myself

This is Day 2 of the 30 Days of Truth series. (Day 1).

What’s one thing you love about yourself?

I had a hard time with this one.  It feels easier to discuss something that I hate about myself than to discuss positives.  There are traits I’m proud of.  I know that I’m better at certain activities and have a higher inclination towards specific successes than others.  But picking an aspect of myself that I love?  That was difficult.

I love that I’m loyal to my friends.

When I make friends with someone, I give them my complete loyalty. I’m confident that there is nobody better than me to have in your corner if you need someone.  I’m aware that this can feed into my need for control and my superhero complex, but the loyalty in and of itself is something of which I am immensely proud.

I’ve found that there is a fine line between being loyal and between taking away someone’s power to defend his or herself.  It’s a line that I’ve crossed, but I’m learning to identify that line and stay on the right side of it.

And while I fully admit and acknowledge that there are negative aspects to a trait that I love about myself, I have no problem looking someone in the eye, virtually or otherwise, and stating:  Don’t fuck with me or mine.

I am, I’m not, I want to be

I am:
alone

I’m not:
lonely

I want to be:
a part of something bigger

I am:
a voyeur

I’m not:
a stalker

I want to be:
caught

I am:
flawed

I’m not:
perfect

I want to be:
a superhero

I am:
selfish

I’m not:
greedy

I want to be:
anticipated

I am:
manipulative

I’m not:
simple

I want to be:
liked

I am:
funny

I’m not:
angry

I want to be:
famous

I am:
caring

I’m not:
hateful

I want to be:
there for you

I am:
honest

I’m not:
a liar

I want to be:
an open book

I am:
creative

I’m not:
cold

I want to be:
an artist

I am:
a romantic

I’m not:
pragmatic in love

I want to be:
happy

I am:
logical

I’m not:
emotional

I want to be:
able to shut off my brain

I am:
intelligent

I’m not:
omniscient

I want to be:
respected

I am:
deep

I’m not:
shallow

I want to be:
like them sometimes

I am:
voracious

I’m not:
satisfied

I want to be:
everything

I am:
intuitive

I’m not:
self-reflective

I want to be:
both

I am:
insecure

I’m not:
confident

I want to be:
the one who makes you laugh

I am:
me

I’m not:
myself

I want to be: