Wednesday, April 18, 2012

"Dream as if you have forever. Live as if you only have today." -- James Dean

I woke up yesterday, for some reason, very cognizant of the fact that someday, EVERY ONE ALIVE THAT I KNOW TODAY WILL PROBABLY BE DEAD IN LESS THAN A HUNDRED YEARS.

I then had to reconcile that fact with the fact that it almost devalues the importance of everything in our lives and in this world. In fact, one could put forth an argument for just why it is NOTHING really matters, and therefore, shouldn't everyone be of the mindset that they can do whatever they want in this life? Now, this isn't exactly new philosophical territory for me -- show me a serious thinker that hasn't before considered whether or not anything really matters at all? No, it's a pretty basic philosophical dilemma that people everywhere struggle with every day, to be sure.

No, the only remarkable thing about why I awoke from such a vivid dream fully understanding that the importance of anything was so dubious is the very reason that it was on my mind at all -- it was because, in attempting to understand just why my so many of my emotional attachments have in recent times have been failures, I had concluded that one of the main differences I had seen between myself and "happy people" (or those that didn't seem to have so many issues with their interpersonal relationships) was in how much I care I exhibited for everything, from utter minutia to larger, more significant problems. The obvious solution to my misery seemed apparent: I simply needed to become less invested in everything that mattered to me today, because none of it really mattered in the grand scheme of things.

  But a "nothing matters" kind of philosophy presents a very serious fundamental problem with some of my other core philosophies in life, such as, what I argue should be an imperative for all human beings-- and that is that people ought to strive to be good people and do good throughout their lives


This is because, I would argue, human societies function best when other members of our species work together, helping one another and doing good to so that we can evolve, what I believe to be the very point of our existence -- to evolve and become better. The good of our species, I would also argue, is only achievable when there is some sort of law and order to direct its citizens -- if everyone just did whatever the hell they wanted for hedonistic reasons, we would have absolute anarchy, and a completely anarchical society would thus defeat the very philosophy of hedonism because if everyone lived their lives without a care for others, then everyone's pleasure would be diminished. The very philosophy of hedonism is thus self-defeating.

  So perhaps an important caveat missing from that quote would be *so long as your actions don't impede on the happiness of others.* Or perhaps it would better read as:

  "Dream today as if you'll have forever, but live as if you'll only have today -- so long as you do everything you can not to hurt another creature unnecessarily." Thus including the killing of members of other species for food. The life style that is vegetarianism is a profoundly interesting philosophical debate, but that's for another time.
 

So I have a major issue with pure hedonism as philosophy for life, and anyone that has truly thought about anything undoubtedly does (well, I suppose someone somewhere may exist that actually maintains a well-thought out argument or position of hedonism and just how and why it could possibly be the best philosophy to live by, although I've certainly never heard it, nor can I even imagine just how you would iron out all of the major flaws in such a life philosophy).

 Which leads to my next point. As you well know, I've had unprecedented amounts of free time on my hands lately to really delve into and iron out my philosophical stances on various issues, as well as the time to really work on shaping myself into the person I want to be. I believe that human beings are infinitely malleable, almost nothing is set in stone behavior-wise, and that we have our entire lives to evolve and improve upon ourselves.

 But lately, my behavior regarding my interpersonal relationships has been extremely troubling for me. But after doing quite a bit of research into why and what these specific personality traits are that I consider highly destructive and very negative, I understand more about myself than ever before. You see, I have what is known in psychology as an insecure-attachment style. It's part of psychology's "Attachment Theories":

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attachment_theory

Attachment theory describes the dynamics of long-term relationships between humans. Its most important tenet is that an infant needs to develop a relationship with at least one primary caregiver for social and emotional development to occur normally. Attachment theory is an interdisciplinary study encompassing the fields of psychological, evolutionary, and ethological theory.    

  For someone as interested and fascinated in psychology as I am, I highly recommend doing a bit of reading and research into these attachment theories. It's truly a fascinating concept, one that may help to shed light on the dynamics of your previous and future relationships.

  Anyways, after doing a few hours of research into this, I bought one of the only books I could find about my specific attachment style, which is called the Anxious-Preoccupied Attachment Style:

  ***The book I ordered:      http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1585429139/ref=oh_o00_s00_i00_details
  ***More on the anxious-preoccupied attachment style from wiki:     http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attachment_in_adults#Anxious.E2.80.93preoccupied_attachment

Anxious–preoccupied attachment

People who are anxious or preoccupied with attachment tend to agree with the following statements: "I want to be completely emotionally intimate with others, but I often find that others are reluctant to get as close as I would like. I am uncomfortable being without close relationships, but I sometimes worry that others don't value me as much as I value them." People with this style of attachment seek high levels of intimacy, approval, and responsiveness from their partners. They sometimes value intimacy to such an extent that they become overly dependent on their partners—a condition colloquially termed clinginess. Compared to securely attached people, people who are anxious or preoccupied with attachment tend to have less positive views about themselves. They often doubt their worth as a partner and blame themselves for their partners' lack of responsiveness. People who are anxious or preoccupied with attachment may exhibit high levels of emotional expressiveness, worry, and impulsiveness in their relationships.

Now, while the anxious-preoccupied attachment style isn't 100% accurate for me, nothing really ever is 100%, and I find the preceding paragraph to be mostly true. The book will arrive tomorrow, and I am SO EXCITED to read it, you have no idea. As I already stated, one thing that's become particularly apparent as of late -- and almost certainly as a direct result of relations between James and I -- is that something is really wrong with with most of my romantic relationships, perhaps one of the only exceptions to the rule, in terms of previous serious relationships, being J.D., the guy I lost my virginity to and stayed with for over 6 years. Unfortunately, even though there has definitely been a prominent pattern of behavior when I become romantically interested in someone, I really just realized how unhealthy my behavior can be for the first time ever; for instance, wanting to spend so much time with said person, or always feeling like the other person must hate me when he doesn't respond to me the way I think he should, etc...

   I don't want to be an unhappy woman that  only feels content in life when she is with someone, and I'd rather die then ever allow myself to, for the rest of my life, exhibit such unhealthy behaviors, mainly, feeling that my own happiness is reliant on another individual. That's not a life. I have too much pride to ever be okay with the status quo -- I cannot depend upon other people for my happiness. I just will not allow myself to be this way any longer, for if I can't discover how to be truly happy alone, how could I possibly expect that depending upon another could give me the happiness I so crave?

   I can do this, I know I can. I certainly have the desire and the will-power to see a REAL change through, and I know that I will succeed. I have to.  


There's just no other option.

  My new plan of action is to read this book when it gets here tomorrow, then, when I get back from Israel in July, start attending psychological therapy for a multitude of issues I have, ranging from the dramatic losses in my life due to this brain injury, to a traumatic childhood, to having such an unhealthy attachment style in my interpersonal relationships. 


They're all interconnected somehow. 

Having such a physically abusive, financially and emotionally absent and abusive father no doubt has everything to do with just how I ever developed such unhealthy tendencies.  I cannot fathom the reason this brain injury has somehow brought to this issue to the forefront, but somehow it has.

It's never too late to utterly revamp your life.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Our song...

"Everyone has a skeleton
And a closet to keep it in
And your mine...

Every song has a you
A "you" that the singer sings to
And you're it this time
Baby, you're it this time

When I need to wipe my face
I use the back of my hand
And I like to take up space
Just because i can
And i use my dress
To wipe up my drink
You know, I care less and less
What people think

And you're so lame
You always disappoint me
It's kind of like a running joke...
But it's really not funny
And I just want you to live up to
The image of you that I create
I see you and I'm so unsatisfied
I see you and I dilate...

When i say you sucked my brain out
The english translation
Is I am in love with you
and it is no fun
But i don't use words like love
'cuz works like that don't matter
But don't look so offended
You know, you should be flattered..."

Ani Difranco -- Dilate

Monday, February 20, 2012

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Can the reality possibly live up to our fantasies?

I'm so happy -- the grass is green, the sky is a magnificent sapphire blue, the roses are in bloom, and my heart feels so happy. Everything is glowing, the colors are more vivid and intense, our passion for each other is a burning red hot flame...

But can the reality possibly live up to our fantasies? I have such a strong feeling that not only will it live up to our fantasies, but it will surpass even our highest expectations.

I've never felt so certain about anything in my life.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentines Day -- 2012

Well, after going through quite a dramatic episode with James that causes me to do something I swore I'd never do to this blog -- i.e. delete any of my posts, no matter how embarrassing in retrospect -- I'm happy to report that everything was resolved for the best.

I only wish he were here for this Valentines Day...

*sigh*

Friday, January 6, 2012

I feel like I'm being so superficial...

...but is it really so much that I've begun to expect that any future potential romances not to look like fucking trolls, for chrissakes?

Okay, let me be honest here; I seek something more than just adequate. Which is to say that I want to feel a burning hot passion inside of me for someone. I really want to be completely smitten; I long to feel enraptured and utterly enthralled by someone else again.

That's the lesson of momentous proportions I've only really learned recently. That physical beauty matters much more than I ever before thought it should. I must concede that my expectations have been driven sky high by a very recent experience (the experience that I shall NOT give name to) -- and I just won't settle for less than the complete package anymore, dammit. I want someone who's physical beauty captivates me AND whose mind utterly intrigues me in every way imaginable. And I now know it's possible -- I stole a brief glance at the kind of perfection I allude to not too long ago.

Alas, it wasn't what I thought it was. But I almost had it -- I can still taste the goodness...

So, frustrated with the hordes of ugly people that seem to be so abundant on the social networking/internet dating websites I've been using, I began searching for one half of the equation; I began looking for a dating/social networking site for attractive people.

Lo and behold, beautifulpeople.com.

It's a start.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Shenanigans from the past?

Haven't posted much lately because, well, nothing new or profound has really been happening. I've been focused on scoring this job at Sears in downtown Saint Paul, but get this: I go in for two interviews, both of the managers are super impressed with me and hire me right after the second interview -- contingent on a drug test and background check.

So I'm thinking, okay, no problem. Haven't smoked in well over a month, and no criminal history, this should be easy...

Not so.

Apparently, the background check pulls up a trespassing conviction from 2003! So, the manager in human resources at Sears calls to inform of this, and requests that I come in to fill out a detailed statement explaining why I have this on my record.

"Trespassing conviction? 2003? Are you fucking kidding with me?" I think. How am I supposed to explain something I don't even remember?!

Well, long story short, I rack my brain for several days trying to recall a trespassing charge from 2003, and after I'm convinced this must be some kind of mistake, early one morning, the incident for which I was convicted for trespassing suddenly dawns upon me. I'll summarize:

See, back in 2003, much to my embarrassment, my politics were to the left of figures like Noam Chomsky and Michael Moore. Thus, it should go without saying that I was virulently antiwar. So much so that I joined up with an antiwar group and committed civil disobedience along with around fifty other anti-war protestors in Minneapolis (at the government center, I believe).

And I had totally even forgotten that such a thing had even transpired!





Wednesday, December 21, 2011

"You know,

...taken out of context, I must seem so strange."

Saturday, November 26, 2011

A perfect love song

So, I was sobbing to Liam about Butt-Muncher tonight, much to my shame, when he mentioned this song:

As Is -- Ani Difranco

That song is just the most perfect love song I've ever heard.

Why polyamory?

Love Like an Ocean: Diving Deep into Polyamory

So often monogamous couples have mismatched libidos or similar challenges, and have limited options on how to remedy that situation. This adds up to a LOT of people not getting their needs met, which results in a bunch of unfulfilled and unhappy folks. This leads to insecurity and fear, which is often unfairly projected on others.

Why is it acceptable in our society to love more than one sport with a passion? Read different books? Why is it acceptable to love more than one child? Yet it’s not okay to love more than one person romantically at a time.

I compare monogamy to a Chinese takeout menu. Let’s pretend you can choose whatever you want from that menu, which is still plenty of variety. But then one day someone offers you an Italian menu. Would you stick with the same diet you’ve been eating for months, or would you want to try something new?  (This is not to say that you wouldn’t go back to your preferred meal after you’ve tasted the other.)

Our brains thrive on novel experiences. It’s natural for that to have a sexual outlet, as sex is such an integral part of our makeup.

My friend says, “Love is like an ocean, not a bathtub. One person doesn’t need to get out in order for another to get in.”

I tweeted that quote and a man replied, “But you can be eaten by sharks, capsized in a storm, captured by pirates, sunk by torpedoes in the ocean, much less likely in bath.”

This man very wisely observed that embarking on emotional uncharted territories comes with risk. But it can also reap huge rewards.

Polyamory IS more complicated. Polyamory is NOT superior. I strive to find other poly people who are as stable as we are, and keep coming up short. As I watch my friends cycle through their maddening poly dramas, I wonder if it’s such a good relationship model, after all. But here’s a thought:  maybe the goal isn’t to have a healthy relationship.

Maybe the unspoken goal is to intensify the living experience.

Just as some people express their passions through salsa dancing, running marathons, or climbing mountains, polys follow their passion through loving. Since sex is so taboo in our society, polys are more often misunderstood and feared than people with mainstream passions.

It’s endearing for a woman to run a cupcake blog and bake a different cupcake recipe every day of the year. It’s admirable for a couple to grow prized orchids or breed teacup Chihuahuas. But to love Peggy AND Sue at the same time? That’s scary.

And no matter how much of a trainwreck the poly person is portraying on Twitter, he or she is living open and honestly in a culture that treats sex as something to be ashamed of. I have huge respect for their authentic approach.

Here’s a little secret: polyamorous relationships often include sex (some joke that is should be called polyfuckery), but not always. I’ve had several people contact me describing their unusual situation: for example, the wife’s best friend has been living with them for over five years. There’s no sex involved, but they do everything together, they consider her part of the family, and they even joke about her being “his other wife.” They ask me, is that poly?

I say yes. The poly groups I’ve polled agree with me.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A short-lived "affair"

After thinking about the post I wrote earlier this evening, much to my dismay, I think I've arrived at definitive conclusion that I'm going to adhere to from now on as far as "Achmed" is concerned:

As attracted as I am to "Achmed", it's morally wrong for me to occupy the role of "the other woman" in what is a monogamous relationship. I think Liam summed it up best in the comments section of my first post tonight when he said that the difference between cheating, affairs, swinging polyamory, and open relationships was the "informed consent of all concerned."

Thus, as against lying as I am, I have to attribute the failing of my moral compass last night to simple horniness: and that's not a very good excuse for the future. I behaved dishonorably last night. Truth of the matter is I'm not okay with occupying the role of "the other woman" so long as the other woman is convinced she's in a monogamous relationship with said person, and I'm certainly not going to assist anyone else in being so dishonest.

Which really sucks, because I am so incredibly attracted to "Achmed".

*sigh*

I wish things were as simple as they should be. In my ideal world, "Achmed" would simply bring up having an open relationship with his wife, she would of course see the sheer stupidity of strictly monogamous relationships, and give him her consent. Alas, the overwhelming majority of people, quite frankly, are pretty stupid, or just haven't ever given any real thought to the very premises of such a lifestyle.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Occupying the role of "the other woman"

I sure know how to pick 'em, that's for sure. So after roller skating at Roller Garden last night, I head on over to Club Jager with my new friend, whom we'll just refer to as "Achmed," for purposes of discretion. Any ways, "Achmed" is the Jew I found at Roller Garden a few weeks back, heh.

I found a new Jew!

So anyways, it's really strange because I hate beards so very much, and he's got a full blown beard, but I've thought "Achmed" was super hot for some time now (and he is; he's a karate instructor, so he's totally got a hot ass body, as well), but I never acted on my attraction because, although I'm poly, he's married with three children, and I typically don't want to be involved in anything like that; if nothing else, I don't like the dishonesty involved in "those types" of situations.

Nonetheless, I had a feeling something was going to happen between us last night from the very get-go, to be honest. You know how you just seem to know when these things are gonna happen? Say, you and said individual just seem to be standing closer to each other during the night, or when they look at you, their gaze lingers for just a half a second too long, etc... Well, that was kind of happening; but then "Achmed" started talking about how badly his back hurt from driving all day (he had just driven back from North Dakota that night), and so I offered him a massage as we sat around the bonfire out in the back of Club Jager.

Well, as I massaged him, I could feel how sexy the definition of his muscles were, and he was seated right in between my legs with both hands gripping the underside of my legs as I sensually massaged out the knots from his back for close to a few hours (when "Achmed" questioned how my hands weren't tired after that long, Ryan stepped in and exclaimed how I've always had incredible endurance when it came to massages, heh).

Sad thing is, there isn't too much more to tell. After bar closing, we were seated the Jaguar for a while, sort of fooling around. I'm a little ashamed, in retrospect, because I was totally ready to fuck the shit out of him right then and there, but his conscience was troubling him; you know, that whole wife and three kids thing. I was vociferously arguing from a polyamorous perspective how, as long as she didn't know, it shouldn't matter -- even though I truly think that it does matter greatly that you're being dishonest with someone. I guess what I really meant is that it shouldn't matter, and they should trust each other enough to know that feelings of jealousy are to be overcome...

Perhaps I'll write a little more later.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Well that ends that.

He's an utter piece of shit, and I told him so on his Facebook wall.


Know what I think, Gav? I think you look ugly, inside and out.

Hideous, disgusting, parasitic little opportunist that you are.
· · See Friendship · 15 minutes ago near Minneapolis ·


Fuck him so much. This is my closure.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Announcing the contest winner:

Congratulations Ryan Underwood for your excellent suggestions, but I think The Scorpion King takes the cake!

I'll be in touch for info on how to claim your prize, heh.

                                                                     The Scorpion King