four-letter word. (haiku)

lonely writer.

My loneliness aches…
So painful it ought to be
A four-letter word.

dots

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art by hajin bae. used with permission.
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i’m yours.

I know
You hear my thoughts
Touch me, kiss me, taste me
Drown me in the sweet attention
I crave

neck-kiss

I sigh
Whispers tease me
Your hot breath on my neck
Every part of me on fire and
I melt

swash.

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weekly perk. #24

weekly perk.

You may have noticed [or it may have gone completely unnoticed] that I didn’t post a weekly perk again last week. [It’s Sunday, so in my mind, I’m in a new week.] I didn’t skip it intentionally… or because everything sucks. I’m okay. Don’t get me wrong… I still think everything sucks. But I mean that in a more overall, general sense. Not in an I’m-having-a-meltdown sense. Because I’m not. Not right now anyway. I’m alright.

But it’s time to review…

I posted my first weekly perk on January 26th. I’ve now begun the sixth month and I have some thoughts about what it has and hasn’t accomplished.

quote-openI need to try to develop a little optimism. A little. Maybe it’ll stick. Maybe it won’t. [Honestly, I feel pretty negative about this whole endeavor. Yes, I see the irony.] But what the hell… just because the bad things outnumber the good things at least tenfold, that’s no reason not to try. Right?

God, this seems like a lot of work.

I have committed myself [should have committed myself a long time ago] to post something good, something positive, something happy – once a week. Not some link or quote or cliché. No. Something from me, my brain, my life. Once a week. Whatever day I feel like posting it.

My intention was to train my brain to naturally think more positively… to focus on the good, not the bad… because I struggle with that. It’s not as pathetic as it sounds. I am not constantly miserable. But my moods, my thought processes… they just do not work in that positive way. And despite my best efforts, I haven’t noticed any change.

Yes, the perk has forced me, most weeks, to think of something good.

But… that’s just it – it’s forced. And it feels totally fake. And it’s become a chore. I was right 24 weeks ago… it’s a lot of work. Fruitless work.

Even if forced was okay (and I think it was… in the beginning), I only truly think about the ‘good thing‘ for as long as it takes me to write about it. Then I’m done.

It’s all that think positive bullshit.calvin-brain-kill

Maybe referring to it as ‘think positive bullshit’ is part of the problem. But that’s exactly what it is. You see, if it feels completely forced and fake, it’s not positive at all. It’s just me… putting on a show (faking it… which I hate)… to prove to someone (don’t know who) that I’m not a miserable waste. And I’m not. [Well, not always.]

But this forced positive isn’t real. After many weeks, I don’t think more positively or see the good more than the bad any more than I did before.

[Aside: Isn’t it normal to focus on the bad more because you want to make it good? The good doesn’t need ‘fixing’… Maybe it’s just me. And my mom. And a bunch of other people I know…]

Most of the time for the perk, I post something good that just happens to be. My kids… my birthday… a random free cup of coffee. None of which have anything to do with how my brain works. None of which change how my brain works. I’m merely recounting something that didn’t suck. Hell, the birthday one? Huge parts of my birthday totally sucked! Most of it actually. So not only was I not thinking positively… I was lying. Because I didn’t know what to post. Because I didn’t want anyone to think I was whining or ungrateful. How is that helping me be more positive? It’s not. It’s the opposite, actually.

The one tangible result of this exercise is that I now have confirmation that my stance is right – justified – on this charming piece of advice I’ve heard about a million times:

Think positively and eventually, that’s how you’ll really feel. Look on the bright side and it will become second nature. Act happy and eventually, you will be.

That is the biggest load of crap. I’ve tried to do that for years… this weekly perk thing being one of the most recent attempts… and it does not work. Not even a little. That ‘advice’ (and I use the term VERY loosely) is just another dumbass cliché people like to throw around so they feel good… for having such a brilliant suggestion. But it’s not brilliant. And it’s not helpful.

[Disclaimer: Maybe this whole fake-it-until-it-feels-real thing works for you… for someone. I don’t see how but hey, whatever works… more power to you! But for me, this is crap. Listing shit that’s good in my life… that I like about myself? (Which was essentially the purpose of the weekly perk…) For me… proven time and time again… pointless. And difficult. And therefore giving me even more anxiety… So in the end, making things worse.]

Yesterday, I had a small household accident that really fucked up my morning. And then I sat in way too much traffic for a Saturday. But finally, we arrived at Mom’s and enjoyed a day in the pool (in my new swimwear, a size smaller than last year)… ate fresh veggies from her garden… and came home with a stash of blueberries she’d picked the day before. This morning, I made blueberry pancakes. Of course.

Most of that was good. Is that my perk for the week? It has nothing to do with me thinking positively or seeing the good more than the bad. It’s just me writing about the good instead of the bad. But my brain is still twisting around thinking about (and trying desperately not to dwell on) the bad.

I’m not sure where to go with the weekly perk. Most of the time, it feels pointless. When it takes me hours… days… to come up with something to write, of course it feels pointless… and forced. It’s not that every moment of every day is miserable.

No. It’s not.

It’s that this whole exercise is accomplishing nothing.

Should I continue? Do you like to read these posts? Would you miss them? Just because I feel that it’s not helping, does that really mean it’s not helping? Should I do something different? Something else that’s supposed to make me feel super great about myself? Or some other weekly thing completely different from this? Talk to me…


☼ Perky is grounds for dismissal.
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scream.

scream.

They may cheer for you
But I know
What you really want
Is me
Screaming for you.

swash.

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weakness.

hug.

Cheesecake
Cinnamon apple pie
Coffee
Reading of love and lies
Sunshine
Brightest stars in the sky
Laughter
Movies that make me cry
Flowers
The magic in your eyes
Romance
Sweet hellos and goodbyes
Nightfall
Sleeping against your side
Dreaming
Lust melting my insides
Kisses
Your touch across my thigh
Whispers
Desire I can’t deny

Remember
These weaknesses of mine

heart swirl.

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fiction friday 33: secret admirer. part 11.

fiction friday.


This is part 11 of secret admirer. ♥
[Previously posted: part 1part 2part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10]
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is this a fail?

darkness.

[Sorry, I’m a self-centered bitch today… and I really hope you don’t all think I’m a complete nutball. I swear, there is more to me than this. Boobs, for example.]

Why is it that no matter what I do I feel like I’ve made the wrong decision? Oh, hell, I feel like every decision I’ve made since about the age of 13 has been wrong.

So… on with the show. Sigh.

In no way was my NP “forcing” me to do anything with regard to therapy. (She is not a therapist, she evaluates the patient for “chemistry” purposes.) But therapy is something she and I have briefly discussed a few times.

And I’ve told her that I have seen a number of therapists in my life and they were all completely useless to me. I have never been helped by a therapist. In fact, most of the time, therapy makes me feel worse. But with the ups and downs lately, I felt like I was running out of options. So the topic came up again. But I never wanted to do anything with it. But I thought I “should”… I thought that was what I was “supposed to” do.

But was it? I really don’t know.

I told MB (my NP) all of this, most of which she already knew. I briefly filled her in on my biggest sources of anxiety, one of which I had barely touched on before today. [And maybe this is something I need to write about… at least to get it off my chest… which seems to be the resting place for many things.]

And again, I mentioned the more practical matters — time and money — I’m home with the kids for the summer, I’m unemployed and really don’t have the money. And I told her that over the last few weeks, my anxiety has been significantly worse because of this whole therapy thing. Actually doing it would be even worse.

And the thought of having to see multiple therapists until I find one I think might be okay? Sounds like a fucking nightmare. Like job interviews… which are truly hell… especially for a person who really hates people… and feels very uncomfortable around strangers. I don’t even know if I could do it at all (‘therapist testing’, I mean). It’s like having to fly a plane to go learn how to fly a plane. I’m going to crash.

And she said… “You know, you don’t have to see a therapist.

And I know that. And I told her I know that. And I also told her that I ran out of ideas for those times when I feel horrible. [Other than (a very helpful) pill.] So… in desperation, I mentioned therapy again. Oh, she knew I never wanted it. It didn’t even come up during the appointment today until halfway through.

And I said it again… “I didn’t know what else to do… and today I feel fine but I have no idea how I’ll feel tomorrow… or later. Something will happen, and no matter what it is, I’ll believe it’s my fault like I always do… and I won’t be ‘fine’ anymore. And then I’ll be fine again. And then I won’t…

And she said “Stop being so hard on yourself!” [Actually, she said that a few times…]

Maybe when September comes, I will revisit this… because I still have no idea how I’m going to conduct the job search that’s on hold until then. I kind of have a meltdown when I think about it for more than 30 seconds. But, hell, that’s how I feel about therapy, too. [But I can’t put off the job search any longer once September comes…]

So… therapy is not happening. Not now. I will see MB again in a month. I will continue to wonder what happy really feels like. And as we get closer to September, I will likely revisit this once again.

And I’m sure my decision was a mistake.

Or it wasn’t.

I have no fucking idea.

 

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I still don’t wanna… but today…

charlie brown.

[Please excuse any typos, etc. I’m just trying to write this before I have to go… may not have time to proofread…]

Today’s the day. I have to go back for the appointment where I’m supposed to get assistance with finding a therapist. And I still don’t want one. But I cannot decide whether or not I need one. I still don’t know what to do.

My ‘assignment‘ was to do some research and choose a few that I thought might be good for me. How the fuck do I know? There’s a little info on the site my NP recommended, but not enough for me to have any clue who might be a good fit.

It’s totally random. As I knew it would be.

And I still don’t know what to do anyway.

Maybe the best advice I’ve gotten was the person who suggested that I just go to the appointment today planning only far as telling my NP exactly how I was feeling about this whole thing. And I will do that… But… I do feel like it would be so much better if I had some idea what I wanted the outcome to be. Or at least what I’m leaning toward.

But I have no idea.

I also currently have no income so even just a copay is not a great thing for me right now… and I don’t know how often a therapist will expect to see me. But… one of my huge anxieties is over the job search I really need to immerse myself in when the kids return to school.

And it’s summer. The kids are home with me and I cannot take them with me. And John cannot take time off every time I have an appointment. The only reason the one today worked out is because John’s on vacation this week. Oh… but one of my other huge anxieties is my son starting middle school this year. I’m far more anxious over it than he is… so I have to keep it inside or I’ll make him anxious.

And there’s the lonely. My lack of… pretty much everything I wish I had in the companionship/love area. But can that really be fixed through therapy or anything else if only my half of the pair who’s even trying? In large part because the other half doesn’t seem to think there’s much of a problem…

I don’t know. Charlie Brown said it well. My anxieties have anxieties. I’m already freaking out and I haven’t even left the house yet. And when this happens, I tend to freeze up and just nod and agree with whatever she says. But I don’t want to get myself into something that makes me more anxious than I already am.

 

[Again, this is the fastest I’ve ever written and hit publish. I hope I make sense… but hell, I don’t even know what the point of this post is.]

 

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