Was that really me?
Dec. 7th, 2004 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpIt's been so long since I've written anything even remotely introspective. I used to think I was a really self-aware person. Am I still that person? Have I become so self-aware that I don't process anything? I used to take long walks where I would talk to myself, and write long posts about my mental state. Where did that go?
Someone on my friends list posted one of those "what was I doing a year ago?" things and it got me hunting through my calendar, looking for December 6th posts. I've been doing this since 2001, and found it funny that for all three years, I talked about holiday cards on or around December 6th. (I guess I'm consistant.) But going back to the 2001 entries always throws me for a loop. I have almost forgotten about all of that time.
I forget that I was married all the time. It seems like something that happened to another person in another lifetime. So many people that I know have no clue that I was ever married, or if they /do/ know, it's just another anecdote in the sea of my life. I'm not used to being surrounded with too many people who knew me then, or who even watched that whole part of my life unfold. (I actually come into contact with more now than I have in the last chunk of years, which is the cause of some of my angst I suppose.) It seems so strange to me to reread those entries. It doesn't even feel like I wrote them, even though it's my voice and my words. Totally weird. (As Fin Tutuola would say, "That's messed up!")
I can't believe that I was married, and that my marriage ended and I started smooching on and dating a number of great girls. And that I pretty much played them all because I was so messed in the head and I hurt a lot of people. And I can't believe I was smooching a married woman, that I was smooching a coworker, that I was smooching my brother's ex-girlfriend... my life was a total soap opera, and it all seems so surreal now. Who was that person and where did she go? Is she still inside me somewhere? Have I lost something, or gained something?
I think that my life is so internally chaotic right now because there's not much external chaos. In 2001, in a span of months, I dealt with: my apartment catching on fire, my marriage ending, my grandfather getting sick, my father-in-law dying, the World Trade Center attacks in the middle of my NYC vacation, severe strep throat and a hospitalization, the loss of a major friendship, and my father's heart attack and resulting surgery. And somehow I managed to go on a mad (and enjoyable) dating binge, attend a Big Gay Conference in Milwaukee, make some fantastic friends, and fall in love. Is there no wonder why I feel stir crazy now? Everything is so effing serene. I work a pretty much stable 9-5 job, I'm in a stable relationship, I pay my bills, I come home. My family is doing well, my brother got married to a great woman, I'm obsessed with my cats, and I'm in a state that will actually legally allow me and Jennifer to get married. I go to work, I come home, I do chores, I watch some mindless television, I snuggle, I go to bed. Of /course/ I'm filling my life with arguments and other nonsense, because my head isn't spinning with 8797984327 obligations, responsibilities, and stressors.
All this tells me is that I need to get busier so I can stop filling my time with nonsense like bickering. I have too much time and brainpower to bicker. I need to become more mentally active and use all of this energy wisely! I've joined a women's bookclub that is meeting this coming Monday (have I read the really long book? nooooooo.), and I recently joined an online group for queer girls in the Boston area that happen to be grammar-obsessed. (I suppose I'm feeding my Inner Nerd.) I need to get back into volunteering also, and maybe I'll come up with some other project to occupy my time. I'm going to get back into writing letters. And planning schemes. And geocaching. And when the weather is warmer, maybe I'll go on those long walks where I can talk to myself like a crazy person. I can't be the craziest person in Dooster, can I?
Someone on my friends list posted one of those "what was I doing a year ago?" things and it got me hunting through my calendar, looking for December 6th posts. I've been doing this since 2001, and found it funny that for all three years, I talked about holiday cards on or around December 6th. (I guess I'm consistant.) But going back to the 2001 entries always throws me for a loop. I have almost forgotten about all of that time.
I forget that I was married all the time. It seems like something that happened to another person in another lifetime. So many people that I know have no clue that I was ever married, or if they /do/ know, it's just another anecdote in the sea of my life. I'm not used to being surrounded with too many people who knew me then, or who even watched that whole part of my life unfold. (I actually come into contact with more now than I have in the last chunk of years, which is the cause of some of my angst I suppose.) It seems so strange to me to reread those entries. It doesn't even feel like I wrote them, even though it's my voice and my words. Totally weird. (As Fin Tutuola would say, "That's messed up!")
I can't believe that I was married, and that my marriage ended and I started smooching on and dating a number of great girls. And that I pretty much played them all because I was so messed in the head and I hurt a lot of people. And I can't believe I was smooching a married woman, that I was smooching a coworker, that I was smooching my brother's ex-girlfriend... my life was a total soap opera, and it all seems so surreal now. Who was that person and where did she go? Is she still inside me somewhere? Have I lost something, or gained something?
I think that my life is so internally chaotic right now because there's not much external chaos. In 2001, in a span of months, I dealt with: my apartment catching on fire, my marriage ending, my grandfather getting sick, my father-in-law dying, the World Trade Center attacks in the middle of my NYC vacation, severe strep throat and a hospitalization, the loss of a major friendship, and my father's heart attack and resulting surgery. And somehow I managed to go on a mad (and enjoyable) dating binge, attend a Big Gay Conference in Milwaukee, make some fantastic friends, and fall in love. Is there no wonder why I feel stir crazy now? Everything is so effing serene. I work a pretty much stable 9-5 job, I'm in a stable relationship, I pay my bills, I come home. My family is doing well, my brother got married to a great woman, I'm obsessed with my cats, and I'm in a state that will actually legally allow me and Jennifer to get married. I go to work, I come home, I do chores, I watch some mindless television, I snuggle, I go to bed. Of /course/ I'm filling my life with arguments and other nonsense, because my head isn't spinning with 8797984327 obligations, responsibilities, and stressors.
All this tells me is that I need to get busier so I can stop filling my time with nonsense like bickering. I have too much time and brainpower to bicker. I need to become more mentally active and use all of this energy wisely! I've joined a women's bookclub that is meeting this coming Monday (have I read the really long book? nooooooo.), and I recently joined an online group for queer girls in the Boston area that happen to be grammar-obsessed. (I suppose I'm feeding my Inner Nerd.) I need to get back into volunteering also, and maybe I'll come up with some other project to occupy my time. I'm going to get back into writing letters. And planning schemes. And geocaching. And when the weather is warmer, maybe I'll go on those long walks where I can talk to myself like a crazy person. I can't be the craziest person in Dooster, can I?
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Date: 2004-12-08 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 02:01 pm (UTC)It was just a suggestion to give you something to do with your brain other than squabble; the lesbian grammatists can't occupy all your time. Of course, "the Craziest Person in Dorchester" actually sounds like a Jerry Lewis movie, so maybe instead of being that person, you could just work on being popular in France.
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Date: 2004-12-08 02:05 pm (UTC)Instead, I will think of ways to take over Northampton and use it for my own devices! Like buying a house and having a baby!
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Date: 2004-12-08 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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