Let’s Get Dark, Baby

You may not know it from reading my venty ass crankyboots blogs, but I’m a happy person.  I get up every day pleased to be alive and having an open mind about how my day will go.  I’m not a positive aspiration “smile when I brush my teeth” kind of gal but generally, I’m pretty content.  I’ve learned not to force myself to be happy.  I get that whole”think yourself happy” theory.  I have friends and family who do their damnedest to never dwell in negative thoughts.  They are happy by sheer force of emotional will.  That used to be me or at least I tried to be.

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From my father, I inherited what he calls a “sunny disposition”.  I am definitely a half full person,  There’s always a silver lining if you look hard enough for it.  I never really have dwelled too too much in negativity.  This is my natural state.  Yay for me, right?  Well, sort of.  I got my happy go lucky nature from my Dad but I also inherited from my parents a deep aversion to talking about or dealing with so-called negative emotions.  There were things we didn’t talk about.  If we did talk about them it was with obvious discomfort for the parent involved. Usually, there was a rush to end the conversation as quickly as possible.  Did my parents not care?  I think they did.  But,  neither of them were raised with an emotional vocabulary nor were either of them in touch with themselves emotionally.

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Yeah so?  This means you’re happy and didn’t deal with negative emotions. That’s good, isn’t it?  Not so much.  You cannot be happy all the time, no matter how hard you try.  Now, add to this the fact that I wasn’t given emotional tools to deal with this. So, you deny your “bad” thoughts and push them away. Grin through that Colgate, baby!  This can work depending on the emotion and severity.  Sometimes it can’t.  There are things you can push away just to have them come back again.  Not only do they come back, but they come back bigger and stronger.  Your negative emotions will keep trying to get your attention and ignoring them will only work for so long.

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So I did what so many other Americans do. I drank. I drank a lot for a long time.  Close to 20 years of near daily drinking.  I could stop from time to time, but I always went back.  There was never a physical addiction to alcohol, but man oh man was there a psychological one. It was my emotional crutch.  It removed those pesky bad thoughts like toothpaste never could.  It worked.  It worked great…until it didn’t.  I don’t have any rock bottom story.  I didn’t wake up in a YWCA shower drunk wearing a chicken outfit or anything like that. (That would be a great story though!) One day, I just stopped drinking.

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I was in a new relationship, so it was easy.  I had another person to focus all my energy and attention on.  I was happy.  Again, no one is happy forever and eventually, I had negative emotions creeping in. Drinking wasn’t an option anymore.  A very dear friend of mine introduced me to a therapist she’d worked with in couple’s counseling.  I have been seeing her for years.  With her help and guidance, I’ve been slowly packing my toolbox with the missing emotional tools I’ve needed and never had.  The Buddhist teaching and training I’ve had have only helped me in that regard.   So, what’s my damn point?

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Negative emotions and experiences are a natural and normal part of life.  The sun doesn’t shine all the time, neither will you.  People spend so much time and energy denying and pushing away their negative thoughts and emotions.  Denial is a hell of a drug.  The problem with this path is your missing a very real and important part of life.  You’re denying what is an essential part of your journey, of your humanness.  Your dark thoughts are here to teach you something.  They carry a lesson for you. In order to receive that lesson, you need to acknowledge the messenger and spend time with it.  Feel it viscerally…see where it is in your body.  Find where it’s resting and breathe into it.  Having negative thoughts or bad feelings isn’t fatal.  You’ll be okay. (If you feel you need help dealing with negative thoughts or they are overwhelming please get help from someone)

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If you can sit with your negative thoughts start really looking at them. Dig into them. Look at them without a value judgment attached. Why do I feel this way?  Where did it come from? Is this something I really believe?  Go deep, one emotion sometimes is just sitting on the surface of a different deeper emotion. Be an archaeologist, your beliefs are what you’re digging through to make a discovery.  You’re digging to discover the truth of who you are.  Who you are is an amalgam of all your experiences. You have learned something from every single thing that’s ever happened to you. Every moment has a lesson. Joy and despair can occur at the very same time. Be unafraid to truly look at who you are.  You are the totality of both light and darkness, and both are beautiful.

Armed With Love

Wow, I’ve been pretty cranky.  In fact, it seems like I can’t seem to access anything else but anger at this moment. Everything that’s going on today is just stoking the fire.  I’ve always prided myself on being someone who doesn’t stay mad for long.  I almost always regain my sunny disposition quickly. I haven’t been able to do that and it’s been out of character for me.  Someone I love gently pointed out to me that I seemed really pissed and asked what the deal was.  I respect this person…so I looked at that.

Now don’t get me wrong. All the problems in the world that have been pissing me off are still here.  There are so many things in the world that are harmful to so many people.  I burn to be able to change them and that hasn’t changed.  I fell into a trap though that a lot of well-meaning people do.  I developed moral outrage about the world and the conditions in it.  Now, I’m not one of those super enlightened beings who put no judgment on experience.  I understand that “good and bad” are subjective, however, I do feel that there is a division between what is beneficial to humanity and what is not.  What I lost sight of is the cause, and when I did that I lost my compassion.

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What do I mean?  For example.  Many people who are abusive were themselves abused as children. This doesn’t excuse their behavior, but I can understand how it develops.  I can have compassion for the experience and not condone the behavior.  Racists are people. They’re people who are living their lives in fear.  Fear of loss…status, power, jobs, hell, their nation. Is any of that fear necessarily based in reality? Not really.  Does that make their fear any less terrifying to them? No. I can have compassion for their experience and their fear.  I can absolutely abhor their beliefs and actions.  There was no love to go with my anger.  My empathy tank was running on empty.

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Empathy is not agreement.  People seem to think that if you understand someone’s experience that you’re accepting it.  I accept everyone’s experience as being valid to them. I cannot, however, accept or condone someone’s behavior that hurts humanity.  Feel bad for the conditions that led to someone’s negative actions.  Have compassion for the hate and abuse that becomes legacy in so many families.  Hold a space in your heart for the darkness we all inevitably carry. It’s passed down generation to generation like hair color or freckles.  Hate and fear are learned at the knees of our elders. It’s a black inheritance that so many cannot begin to transcend.  My heart breaks for anyone who’s twisted and damaged by hate.  My issue was that I was only recognizing one side of the equation.

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Do I still want the world to change? Fuck yeah, I do.  Do I have any wiggle room in my acceptance of racism, classism, or sexual abuse/harassment? Absolutely not. I intend to go forward just as stridently as before.  I don’t feel any of those things have a place in an enlightened society. They’re harmful to humanity and need to be fought. That being said. I’m going to do my very best to continue to recognize the humanity of people I disagree with.  Our inherent humanness is the same…different experiences brought us to different places. I will still fight against the beliefs they hold with every fiber of my being.  I’ll just be doing my best to hold love and compassion for them as I do so.

 

 

You’re A Racist, And So Am I

I’m pissed.  Not just cranky, full on pissed off. Why? Well, the bloviator in chief was up to his usual white nonsense. No surprise there.  What took me was how shocked people seemed to be that he called some countries (Haiti, El Salvador, hell, all of Africa) shit holes.  Supposed nonracist white America clutched their pearls and expressed their horror at what he said.  What is so fucking surprising here? Uhhh…the let’s build a wall to keep out Mexican rapists wasn’t a tip-off to his feelings?  The fact he was fined for discriminatory rental practices against African Americans multiple times?  Suddenly NOW he’s racist and vile? He’s been saying and doing shit like this for years.  He’s always been a fucking racist. White America…we elected him anyway.  No, we elected him because of it.

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When you ask people why they voted for Trump they say things like, “He tells it like it is”  “He says what we’re all thinking but are afraid to say” “He’s a straight shooter.”  The love the fact that he’s not politically correct. He says and does the things they wish they could.  The average American is racist. American society is racist. It’s all built on and invested in maintaining white supremacy.  Sure, we have this false veneer of this being a meritocracy.  We’re all told that we have an equal chance to succeed. All you have to do is look at our Public School systems to see this isn’t the case. It’s always been this way.  Because of Trump people aren’t hiding that anymore.

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Last night when the news of 45’s comments came out a woman I follow on Twitter made a few comments. She’s the child of Haitian immigrants, so she was rightly saddened and angered by what he said.  Her feed was immediately filled with white people saying things like vote, resist, and fight.  Couple things you need to understand well-meaning white folk.  People of color do not need our advice on how to resist or fight white supremacy.  They’ve been doing that shit forever without our help.  I’m sure all the POC you’ve been fucking ignoring all these years will cherish your advice on the struggle.

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Voting, much like myself, isn’t going to do dick.  Short term, sure.  If any of you think the midterms are going to solve this problem and make Trump go away, you are high.  Electing a slew of Dems is not going to do anything to change the very real reason we had Trump there, to begin with. We live in a racist society.  Trump isn’t the disease, he’s merely a symptom.  Telling minorities that they need to vote more often or resist more forcefully isn’t going to change anything.  It that were true, we’d be living in a different society. We, white people, are the problem.  We need to change us.

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How? I have no fucking clue. I’m not a politician.  I’m a middle-aged retail manager and I don’t have any answers. I can’t change the world.  I can tell what I do to try to affect my little piece of it.  I do not let other white people off the hook.  I fucking let them know that if they say shit around me it is not acceptable. I have flat out called people racists in meetings. I do not give a fuck anymore.  I’ve lost all of my fucks, I have no more left. I’m no longer going to let my silence make me complicit.  If you let racist people around you, even people you love, go unchallenged you are a collaborator.  Leaving racists unchallenged normalizes their words and actions. Don’t let them think that the garbage coming out of their mouths is okay. Tell them they’re being offensive and ignorant.  I’m done expecting other people to do the work.  I’m going to do my part in my tiny corner of the world.

 

Oprah, Mein Fuhrer

Hey kids, did you know Oprah’s a Nazi? How about the child sex ring run by Hillary Clinton? Did you hear about that one? She also had Clinton aid Vince Foster murdered because he “knew too much”.  Had you heard that vaccines cause autism?  Climate change?  Nope, not real.  It’s a hoax invented by the Chinese to hobble American greatness.  I’m sure you’ve heard about the “thousands and thousands” of Muslims who took to the streets to celebrate 9/11. I mean, we all saw that on the news.  I’m sure you’ve heard of some of this.  The one thing all of these facts have in common is they’re absolutely provably false.  This is fake news.

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There are hundreds of websites and “news sites” devoted to such outlandish stories.  It’s a wackateria of false information.  There is a crazy story or conspiracy theory for every subject  You can pick and choose facts that back up any crazy notion you have. Illuminati, with an added helping of Beyonce, running the world?  You can find it.  There is supposedly a largely invisible planet called Nibiru that’s going to destroy the Earth. Need info? Plenty of it out there.  Sen.Ted Cruz’s Dad helped assassinate President Kennedy.   What about President Obama?  Not only was he NOT born in the USA but he’s Muslim!  Go look on online, there’s proof!

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I love the Internet.  I’m an introvert so it brings the world right into my home.  I can get all the entertainment and information I need at my fingertips.  I can watch movies, read books, and take classes without leaving the house.  Here I am writing a blog, thanks, Internet!  It’s given anyone with access to a computer a voice.  You can communicate your thoughts to the entire world in an instant. This is fabulous, especially for marginalized people who’s voices are seldom heard.  It’s also given any nut job with a half-ass theory about anything an outlet to put it out in a public forum.  The issue is that we seem to treat all the information on the web as being equal and it’s not.  Everyone has a right to believe what they want and to voice their opinions.  Every opinion is valid.  The problem is that an opinion being valid doesn’t make it true.

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There are millions of unprovable theories out there presented as facts.  “Fake News”  We’ve all heard the term. We’ve all stumbled down rabbit holes of internet conspiracy theories, ( Do NOT Google Beyonce Illuminati theories )  Most reasonable people see these for what they are.  They understand the difference between some ranting nut job screaming about “Lizard People” (google it!) and an outlet like CNN.  I would like to think that the average American is able to discern between the insane ramblings and real news.  Well…

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One of 45’s favorite things to say any time he’s criticized by the media is that it’s “Fake News”. This happens almost daily as he’s the president and it’s legitimate news when he does shit. Quite often, he does or says stupid shit because he’s an imbecile.He’s an inveterate liar who doesn’t seem to ever think prior to talking. When his dumbass actions are reported he screams “Fake News”.  He sees news outlets as being out to get him because they report on what he does.  Because he is a super smart stable genius it must be a conspiracy by the fake news to make him look bad.  The news Establishment is out to get him.  I mean really…it’s obvious bullshit, right?

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Remember those times I’ve talked about how gullible and suggestible Americans are?  The internet has not necessarily been a good thing for truth in America.  A lot of people believe what the read on websites.  If they see something that jibes with their worldviews and beliefs they’ll accept it as truth. How many times has someone you know said “I read somewhere…” and then spouted off the craziest shit you’ve ever heard?  You know it happens all the time. When nothing is true, everything is true.  Legitimate news and facts become opinion because nothing is true anymore.  Even if you can prove it people will deny or disbelieve it.  Trump is on tape saying “Grab them by the pussy”.  WE HEARD YOU!  He says now that it’s fake news and he never said that.  In our world of fluid and unstable truths, there are people who believe him. That’s the America we live in now.

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Little Black Dress

Rich women wearing black. Symbolic of what exactly?  I get the new focus on sexual harassment and assault.  I’m a woman of the new media and you cannot escape what’s been happening. I saw all the #metoo tweets and read the accounts of Weinstein’s accusers. Suddenly we are all having a conversation about harassment and assault. Hollywood actresses raising money for the legal costs of victims of harassment. That’s admirable and I applaud them for putting their money where their mouths are. We’re suddenly talking about things that have been long hidden, only whispered about in boardrooms and ladies rooms.We’re having a watershed moment. Are we really though?
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We continue to look at the behavior of men as individual actions.  Bad men doing bad things.  We’re making the assumption that harassers are an aberration.  It’s not.  I am exposed to what could be considered harassing behavior on the part of men EVERY SINGLE DAY. Sexually charged jokes or comments happen near constantly. This isn’t new. This has been true of every place I’ve worked my entire working life. It is common. It’s systemic. Many many women, like myself, find it what we have to put up with to pay our rent. A legal fund is nice but it’s not going to change anything for the majority of us.  This is especially true when you consider only 5% of harassment suits even make it to court.
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Unless a man does something truly awful, no one cares.We measure harassment in degrees. Anything less than outright groping or blatant threats are ignored.  Women know it’s pointless to even mention it. Unless it considered by the other men in charge as egregious it’s ignored.  It’s a joke.  He doesn’t mean anything by it.  He was raised at a different time. He doesn’t know any better. He’s not going to change.  He thought he was being nice.  It’s a joke. He thought it was funny.  Look, I know funny. I’m fucking hilarious. This shit isn’t funny and I’m pissed that I’m expected to act like it is.
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Unless someone whips their dick out at you or grabs your ass nothing’s happening. I have an old guy where I work who constantly “accidentally” brushes up against me when he walks by.  Every fucking time.  It’s an accident (whoopsie!) and he excuses himself when it happens. I can’t prove it’s not unintended.  I could complain but nothing would happen. He said, she said.  Oh and once you complain…you’re a troublemaker.  Suddenly everyone has to be careful around you. You’re a humorless bitch.  You’re trying to “get” this poor guy for an accident. He didn’t mean to and now you’re trying to get him in trouble.  Extra bitch points for me because I’m an obvious lesbian. Manhater!
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I get it.  I get that we’ve all had enough.  We’ve all had enough forever.  I have been working my whole life.  I have seen workplace harassment training evolve over the years.  States have laws against it and mandatory training for managers. Everywhere I’ve worked has “zero tolerance” for sexual harassment. So, things are better now, right?  Not really. As rules and policies became tougher it just made the cost higher for women who report. You had better be very sure if you’re going to report something that’s going to cost a man his job. You are the woman in a workplace who got a well-liked manager fired.  Your life will be Hell. Forget about management retaliation, your peers are going to make your life miserable.  Nobody likes it when the someone rocks the apple cart and the men run all the apple carts.
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Like I said this isn’t new.  It’s suddenly a big deal because it happened to famous people.  Rich mostly white ladies started talking about it.  The women with the most prestige and power were recounting their experiences.  It became a focus because of them.  I’m sorry for anyone who’s a victim of harassment. But for every Gwyneth Paltrow who got hit on by Weinstein, there are millions of women who aren’t as privileged as she who deal with this shit every day and have no recourse. We don’t have money saved in case we lose our jobs or need to leave them.  We have to pay our bills and so many of us are barely getting by as it is.  Doing anything to jeopardize our jobs just isn’t an option. Society needs to change. The misogyny inherent in a patriarchal system needs to change. Nothing is going to change for working-class women or women of color until it does. But thanks for wearing black.

“When Someone Shows You They Are…”

“believe them the first time.” – Maya Angelou

Fire and The Fury a new book about our national disgrace Donald Trump is selling like hotcakes.  Oh, the headlines!  Oh, the shocking facts revealed!  Every magazine and website touting it’s “bombshell” claims. “Click here to read the 10 biggest shockers from the explosive new book!”  Supposedly, this bestseller is full of “insider” information about 45 and his administration.  People are shocked and amazed by the revelations. Really? Really?  Reeeaaallllllyyyyy?  Let’s look at a couple of these new and shocking facts.

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Donald Trump is an idiot.  His underlings make comments and talk openly about his lack of intellect. There have been numerous leaks mentioning this.  He’s semi-literate at best and spends hours and hours watching television.  His briefings have to be given to him verbally as he can’t focus long enough to read anything written. The grammar he uses in his speeches sits at slightly below the 6th-grade level. He’s a moron. He always has been, just listen to any speech he’s ever made. This is not new information.  I don’t need to buy a book to learn that Donald Trump is an imbecile.  I have Twitter.

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Ivanka is more like his wife than daughter

Melania Trump often keeping a low profile, White House staffers refer to first daughter Ivanka Trump as her father’s ‘real wife”  Wish I could say I’m surprised about this one. Is anyone? We’ve all been skeeved the fuck out by 45’s weird obsession with his daughter. Yes, yes…they’re very close, she’s his closest adviser, blah blah.  Look, my Dad loves me and has never once commented on my tits or how sexy I am. (and I am!) How many jokes are out there about this? They are endless. Again, nothing new here.

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His Weird Ass Hair

Quell surprise!!  He’s covering up a bald spot. WHO KNEW?? I had no fucking idea. This information alone is worth the cost of the book!

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He Didn’t Want To Be President

He and his entire team didn’t think he would win. ( Join the club, folks ) He was as shocked at the outcome as the rest of us. The Trump Team, like most of us, underestimated the teeth numbing racist stupidity of the American populace. Add a huge heaping scoop of entrenched misogyny and you get the most improbable presidential result ever. ” Trump reassured Melania that he would not win the election. On election night, when it became clear that he would win, “Melania was in tears—and not of joy.”  Oh, Honey, you were not alone.

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So, nothing to see here…keep it moving, folks.  We don’t need a book pointing out how awful Donald Trump is.  We have years and years of his own comments and actions that have made this abundantly clear.  What’s disturbing to me about this book is its tabloid forced shockingness (look, I made a word!)  It’s like a large frame “In Touch Weekly” article. It’s advertised as a shocking bombshell expose full of titillation and scandal!  It’s being packaged as entertainment. That’s what makes me itch. It’s focusing on the president of the United States as a media figure rather than a politician.   We’re viewing Trump through the lens of celebrity.  It gives him a leeway and acceptability he would not have if we were holding him to the standards of other elected officials.  We’ve let him off the hook because he’s that famous guy from the TV.  “Fire and the Fury” does nothing to change that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unpopular Opinions Strongly Held

My Mother always said, “Opinions are like noses, everybody has one.”  (Except she didn’t say noses)  Being a fairly boring person not subject to any extremes I don’t a lot of pushback about mine.  Every now and then, however, I have opinions that seem to just make people lose their minds.  I don’t know what it is about these subjects but people are eager…no, compelled to try to change my mind.  These are the current ones that seem to be upsetting folks the most.

Bon Jovi is a Terrible Band

They always have been.  Just awful.  Every single song is crap.  I didn’t like them when they first came out.  C’mon, the only people who were really into them back then were girls who thought they were cute.  They also became famous when a lot of other rock bands did and they’ve somehow managed to outlive them. Rock bands that had an edge, who were dangerous.(Motley Crue, Guns and Roses, anyone but Bon Jovi) There was nothing remotely dangerous about Bon Jovi.  They were the non-threatening boy band of 80’s rock.

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Plus, their music is awful.  Predictable pseudo working class pop.  Docks and unions on strike…blah blah.  “On a steel horse, I ride”  Every song a sad cliche.  A pale imitation of something someone else did better.  Garbage…just cringingly bad. But, for some reason, they’re in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Fucking Bon Jovi. It’s everything wrong with America. I’d rather listen to Nickelback.

Seafood is Gross. Yes, Even Lobster and Shrimp

Who cares what foods I like?  I don’t care what you eat.  None of my business…eat whatever you want.  What you eat is a highly personal thing.  I don’t judge.  The following exchange occurs anytime I mention my dislike of fish/fishy type critters.

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“I don’t like seafood”

“Are you allergic?”

“No, it’s just gross.”

“What about tuna?’

“No, that’s a fish. I don’t care for any seafood”

“What about lobster?”

No, I don’t like lobster. I dislike all seafood.”

“You don’t like lobster?!?!  What about shrimp?”

“No, I don’t like any seafood”

“You should try shrimp though, it’s really good.”

“I’m 52 years old.  I’m not a picky toddler. I’ve tried every type of seafood. It’s all disgusting and I hate it.”

“You eat tuna though, right?”

 

I Don’t Like Babies

I don’t have children, nor did I ever want any.  Maternal instinct?  Not a whit.  That weird noise women make when they see a baby?  I have never made that noise. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing personal against babies, it’s not like I hate them or anything.  I just don’t care for them.  I don’t want to hold your baby.  Frankly, I’m a little put out you make me look at your baby.  Yeah, I know you made it and you’re proud.  Do I make you look at pictures of every sandwich I make?

babiesThe assumption is that since I’m a woman I’m interested in babies. Babies and children are what we’re all about, right ladies?   Not me.  Here’s why. Little babies don’t do anything.  They cry, sleep, eat, and poop. Sometimes for variety, they throw up.  I once saw a tiny tiny baby projectile vomit like a foot and a half.  I was ready to call the church.  Oh, and that much vaunted delightful baby smell? Yeah, no.  Sure on the surface, they smell all powder fresh and clean.  But, no matter how fresh out of the bath there is always a faint undertone of spit up and poop.  It’s a like a teenage boys feet…you never fully get the smell out no matter how much you scrub.

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This is heresy.  I get horrified looks from other women if I mention this.  HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE BABIES???  I’m a monster, obviously.  Ladies feel free to love your babies. Love all the babies, have as many as your womb can handle.  My not liking them or wanting any has no bearing…well, on your bearing.  I don’t want any. You can have my share of motherhood. Oh, you can have my shrimp too.

 

The Shadows That Follow Me

I started noticing them a few years ago.  We all see the little movements out of the corner of our eyes that startle us. I had those too, but at some point they developed more, I don’t know, substance.  Generally I’d see them at twilight or in the dim light of the bedroom.  They started out as just formless patches the light didn’t enter. Black blobs in my peripheral vision, there was nothing frightening about them.  There are a few scientific explanations for this.  I am a rational person so I never thought much about it. I certainly wasn’t scared of them.  I did not believe in the supernatural per se. Everything paranormal was just something that science couldn’t explain yet.

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Over time I noticed the blobs became more defined, taking on actually human shape.  Most were rather small.  I would always have more than one, generally 3 to 5. I would just see them sort of “milling” about around my bed.  The first few times this happened, I was completely freaked out.  I wasn’t afraid of them…I thought I might be having a stroke or some kind of brain event.  There had to be some physical explanation.  Normal healthy people do not see little shadow people in their bedrooms. Yet, I seemed to be both of those. I still only saw them at night for the most part, so I could still sort of rationally explain them as tricks of perception or light.

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One night I was alone, I’d recently separated and moved into a new place.  I was lying in bed just listening to music.  I have a salt lamp in my bedroom so it was not even dark, just sort of dim.  From my bed you can see the door in the living room that leads to my balcony.  I’m on the second floor.  I saw partially out of the corner of my eye and partially full on a solid black shadow of a man pass my window on that door.  There was no one on my balcony. I could have heard them, plus how would they even get up there.  This wasn’t a shadow in the normal sense.  This was far blacker than any shadow I ever saw. It had a solidity and presence to it. It was also an adult human size.  This was the first real time I was frightened.

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Once I started breathing again I started looking for logical explanations.  Could someone have gotten up there without making any noise?  If so, where had they gone?  Could someone walk by on the street below somehow cast a shadow on my door?  There was no plausible trick of light to explain it.  I could, also, at this point rule out anything physical.  I’d been through a health crisis a few months earlier and had literally been tested for every possible disease and illness.  I also know I’m mentally sound.  I’ve never hallucinated or had trouble discerning fantasy from reality.  Add to that, I’m sober as a church mouse. I had NO rational explanation.

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That was the only time I saw the big man, as I call him.Since then I see shadows of various sizes now, but none as large and ominous as he.  They’ve become more prevalent and more active.  However, if I ask them to leave me alone they will.  They always come back though.  I see them during the day sometimes too.  I’m not afraid at all. I know they’re not here to harm me, even the big man. I just don’t know what they want or why they’re here.  Are they trying to tell me something?  What lesson am I missing?  I believe that everything that happens to you is a lesson of some sort and these shadows are here to teach me something. I just don’t know what. I do know one thing. Someday they’ll speak to me, and I’ll answer.

 

 

So this is Christmas…

This is my third Christmas alone.  I had others when I was younger, but they don’t really count as I spent the day drinking or drunk.  I stopped celebrating, really, before I was divorced. My ex-wife didn’t like the holiday at all. She’d lost her mother and was estranged from the rest of her family.  The holidays just reminded her of all she didn’t have.  For years, I tried, but there was no chance I was ever going to erase that void.  I loved Christmas, which presented a problem.  Eventually, after years of disagreement and sometimes, fighting we just stopped doing Christmas.  I resented her for it.  I felt it was another thing I had to give up to make her happy, when she wasn’t willing to compromise for me. I see now that my insistence, for years, on celebrating a holiday that brought her pain was pretty shitty. I was a Christmas asshole.

xmas asshole

So, once I left my marriage, I swore I would do Christmas again. One of my dear friends got me a small tree and some gifts. It was very cute and festive.  That was my first one alone alone. .  I had moved out of our shared home a week before.  It’s wasn’t the same.  I felt I was celebrating because I was supposed to be, not because I wanted to. Celebrating the holiday really was impossible given the circumstances. It didn’t feel like Christmas.  It didn’t feel like anything really.

jerks-at-christmas

I fully expected to be filled to the brim with Christmas spirit the next year.  I had weathered a very serious health crisis and had come out in not too bad shape.  I had met a wonderful woman and was excited about getting to learn more about her.  Things were definitely on the upswing. I was going to be alone, but I had been by myself for a year now so that didn’t bother me.  I kept waiting for the holiday spirit to come upon me, things were good! Now, as much as I enjoyed exchanging gifts with my gf (who doesn’t like giving/getting presents??) there was no Christmas miracle. My heart didn’t grow three times that day.  It felt like just another day, only with gifts. ‘Twas meh.

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So, here we are. I stopped pretending this is something I’m going to celebrate. When people ask me what I’m going to do for the holiday I tell them I don’t do Christmas.  I still exchange gifts with my girlfriend. (She still seems to like me a year later…weird!).  Other than that, it’s just another day for me.  I think being alone is what’s changed it.  When you’re with family or others you go along, whether you feel like celebrating or not.  I can celebrate how and if I wish.  I still listen to Christmas music and I’ll eat some cookies if someone makes them for me.  But I do that any time of year.  So, I guess my Christmas wish for you, is to do whatever the fuck you want for Christmas…be it a celebration or nothing at all.

nothing for you whore

 

 

I have a lot to say. Some of it might be bullshit.

The world is making me cranky.  Here I am all trying to work on gaining insight, and the world keeps distracting me by being a total shit storm. (Yes, I do curse like a drunken sailor on leave).  Normally I am able to avoid getting caught up in the world. I pay attention, but it doesn’t hook me. Well,  throw me in a cooler and fillet me later, cause I am hooked.

cranky fish

Which of course, makes me cranky. Add to the fact that so much of what is going on today is triggering for me and millions of other women. Well, let’s just say that trying to walk the path of equanimity is getting to be very hard.  So much of the world is awful right now. Politics? Shitshow. Entertainment? Male power dynamic shitshow. Popular culture? A reality TV-centric shitshow.  We elected a barely functioning imbecile because he’s the guy who said “You’re fired!” on TV.  Fame has become more important than competence.

stupid question

So, what’s a girl to do?  I know this is all a lesson, and I should look at my reactions and emotions.  Okay. Honestly, meditation isn’t quite cutting it for me at the moment.  So, I’m going to vent. I am going to say some things that are not representative of who I really want to be.  But, it’s who I am now, and who I am is one pissed off Buddhist.  So, I’m not going to hold my anger in. I’m going to let it out, let it roam free. Maybe it will make someone else think, or laugh, or no one will ever read it.  Regardless, I’m not drinking that shit.

anger drink