“i swear to you, you’re going to be ok. . .”

I wrote this perfectly brilliant post, but when I clicked published it disappeared. Not in drafts, not in posted posts. . . .just poof. Vanished. Gone. I don’t think I could ever recreate it. Now I’m sad. =( How do things like that happen?

ps- I’m tired of having to work full time while I’m going to school. Then on days when I don’t have either, I spend them doing goodness knows what, trying to clean/organize my room and get my life into some semblance of  functional organization. Gah! This semester might kill me. I’ve been called into work early twice this week (Yep, it’s only Wednesday). They actually want me to leave school and come in, which is just ridiculous. I mean, I come as soon as I can but why should I jeopardize my education for a company that I don’t want to stay with forever? And when do I have time to do homework.

That being said, I’m sure I’ll figure things out. I’m just frustrated this week. And now I’m late for school. Lame.

“i can’t believe i posted this without a title. . . “

French class is killer. Like, pretty sure I’m going to die.  Also, I’m crying now. Writing something profoundly sad. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me. Maybe the fact that it’s 4:30 am and I’m wasting my life away sitting at a computer, surrounded by textbooks and papers, not getting anything done and thinking about stupid what-ifs that don’t even need to be considered right now. Like, what if I lose my sister and then lose one of my best friends 6 months later. How do you handle that? You know?

Really, maybe sleep is the best option. Oh, and I need topics for my English paper/papers. I was thinking about doing a thesis on Buffy. . . It would be different to say the least. Something exciting, and not boring, and not typical. We can pick literally any subject under the sun as long as the prof approves it. So why not pick something wacky? Could be interesting, right?

“bunnies. it must be bunnies.”

I never understood how people stay up during the night and sleep during the day. For me, I have to be so exhausted to sleep while it’s light outside, and even then, I wake up to any and every sound around me.  I also find it really hard to be awake during the middle of the night. From 3 to 6-7 ish in the morning, it just doesn’t seem worth it to be awake.

That being said, tonight is my last night in my week of scheduled graveyard shifts. Normally, I’m a “day manager” but one of the grave mgts went on vacation and I was volunteered to work.  I have a really hard time with it. I just want to be in bed, and then when I finally get home at 8 or 9 in the morning, I feel like I should be awake and being productive. The worst part is really the lack of productivity. All I do is sleep and work pretty much.  There’s not much else to my life besides that when I’m working graves.

I’m excited though for tonight to be the last night. I’m excited to be back on a normal sleeping schedule and to be more efficient at my job. I’d rather work during the day. Hooray for sleeping and no more graves. Also, this might be a superfluous post but oh well.

“i guess i’m tryin to say i’m sorry, but it always comes out wrong. . .”

I can’t even tell you how many blogs I’ve started, but never finished. They sit, half-written tangles of thoughts in my drafts folder until I finally go through and delete them. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to write about tonight, but I feel as if I’m in an emotional rut, and I need an escape. I figure talking (or I guess typing) through my vast mire of emotional muck might help clear things up a bit.

Growing up, my dad always told me that you had to pick your  battles. You can’t win ‘em all, and you certainly shouldn’t try. That’s setting yourself up for failure. So carefully, over the past few years, I’ve learned how to pick my battles. The older I get, the more I feel that it takes a lot to push me into a fight. I get angry, I fume, I get over it, and I’m fine. Rarely do things last, and the things that do I get really angry about. Most of the time, the fight is not deemed worthy of my time, although I may act offended just to shake things up a bit.  Well, tonight I picked my battle. . .and I lost. I lost big time.

It wasn’t anything important, or life-changing. Just an offhand comment that pierced my heart to its very center and I lashed back with everything I had left to give. It wasn’t much, I’ll tell you that right off the bat. It’s been an emotionally trying few weeks, for me, for my family. I’m tired of feeling. I’m tired of caring. I just wish that I could rip my heart out, watch it slowly stop beating, and move on with my life. However, I took everything that I’ve been feeling and channeled it into this one comment, consciously choosing to make a bigger deal than it should have been. Now I’m paying the price.

The comment was something along the lines of “why don’t you date, <name omitted>?” (Not to be cryptic, just not sure I’ve ever said my name, and it’s more interesting this way). It tore me to pieces, and I’ll attempt to explain why.

First, as much as I don’t like the situation that my sister is in at the moment, she has something I’m afraid I’ll never have. Unconditional love. I feel like a failure for never having dated anyone, and a disappointment to my family. My kid sister has got more gumption when it comes to love than I do. She might be dumb as rocks, but at least she knows how to share her heart. My dad always says that my sisters and I resemble the Dashwood sisters from Austen’s Sense and Sensibility. I’m Eleanor, the eldest. Quiet and reserved, feels things deeply but never shares. My sister is Marianne, to a “t.” She is emotional, dramatic, and has no problems falling in love or expressing her feelings.  Whilst Eleanor does fall in love, and eventually marries the man she loves after quite a heartbreak, I’m not quite sure that my own tale will have such a happy ending.

Second, I am willing to accept responsibility for my actions, but I’m not going to let guys go without any blame. Our generation, and especially it feels my group of friends, does a LOT of hanging out, rather than dating. Sure, it’s fun to chill and just hang. Sometimes though, guys should ask girls on dates! It would be a nice change, for once, even if it was just between friends, and just for fun. Dates don’t have to be romantic, or even mean that there is interest.

Third, guys don’t date their friends. I think I’ve mentioned this casually a hundred times or more but guys really just don’t date their friends. I, on the other hand, want to date my friends. I think that it is so much easier for a girl to fall for one of her friends because he’s always there. He’s stuck around, grown on you and you can’t imagine a more perfect entrance to a relationship than dating someone who already likes/loves you for you. No getting to know you phase, no tricks, no pretending, no impressing to do. Guys don’t do this though! It’s so frustrating. You either get categorized into the “potential relationship” file or the “friends” file. I always find myself in the latter. I’m a damn good friend, and it sucks. . .a lot. I’m not the great beauty that catches your eye at the store. I’m the friend that’s there with you at the store. . .for moral support? Or just because?

Fourth, it’s hard putting yourself out there. It’s even harder when you have many times before, and always been rejected. It takes so much courage to say “Hey, I like you. And if you happen to like me back, which-I-think-you-do-because-all-my-friends-think-you-do-because-of-the-way-you-act-around-me-and-the-way-you-treat-me-and-I-think-you-might-because-of-things-that-you’ve-said-to-me-in-passing-randomly, then we should give this a try.” What sucks though, is that even when you think you’ve finally done everything right, and that all the signs are there, it’s still a no. Most likely for some inexplicable reason. “You’re a great girl. . .but I’m just not looking to be in a relationship right now” or “I’ve been hurt before by some mystery girl in my past that’s ruined my romantic future forever.” Hopefully there’s not some girl two weeks down the road who just happens to be the right girl, because that sucks even more. It’s hard though, and credit has to be given where credit is due. It takes guts to tell someone you like them. It takes more guts to accept rejection. It take the most guts to still be friends, good friends at that, after rejection has been doled out.

Fifth, sometimes a girl just can’t catch a break. Working full time, schooling full time, playing part-time when there’s not work and school leaves little time to explore new venues and meet new people. It’s especially hard when the group prefers movies, games, and ‘group things.’ It’s not like people come falling out of the sky, like meatballs. (Maybe it’s getting a little late).

Anyways, the point is. . .there wasn’t a point. It wasn’t a battle that was worth fighting, and I’m sorry. I really really am. I’m sorry that I took it so personally. I’m sorry that I don’t have a good reason. I’m sorry that I’m publically saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I say I’m sorry too much. I just want things to be right again. I don’t want to fight, and I now know to pick my battles extra super carefully. It’s more important just to remain friends than to let stupid arguments get in the way.

It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory and still to love it. Wilde got it right, but I think I could amend it to say “it takes great courage to see your friends for who they truly are, in all their tainted glory and still to love them.”

“bring it on home to me. . .”

This will be rather short today, but I feel the need to verbalize what is going through my head.  Today my family is fasting with a special purpose of praying for my sister. We can’t make decisions for another person, as much as we might want to. We can’t take away their agency. So we are praying that she might know that we love her, and that she will always be a part of our family, and that she will have the clarity of mind to make the right decisions for her life.

Little Big Town (a country band) has a song called Bring It On Home. I always thought it was nice and cheesy and romantic; one of my guilty pleasure songs. Today, however, it has taken on a new meaning. I think this is the standing invitation that God leaves with us. Got problems? Come to me, bring them home to me. I’ll help you through anything. It’s what I do.

We might not always receive the answers to our prayers in the way that we want them to be answered. I don’t know if I’ll ever see the results of our fast today, but I do know that the Lord is mindful of each of us.

Lyrics to Bring It On Home:

You got someone here wants to make it alright

Someone who loves you more than life right here

You got willing arms that’ll hold you tight
A hand to lead you on through the night right here
I know your heart can get all tangled up inside
But don’t you keep it to yourself

[Chorus:]
When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
The weight of the world is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me

You know I know you like the back of my hand
But did you know I’m gonna do all that I can right here
I’m gonna lie with you till you fall asleep
When the morning comes I’m still gonna be right here (yes I am)
So take your worries and just drop them at the door
Baby leave it all behind

[Chorus]

Baby let me be your safe harbor
Don’t let the water come and carry you away

[Chorus]

You got someone here wants to make it alright
Someone who loves you more than life right here

“when you wish upon a star”

You might think to yourself 3 posts in one day? That’s a bit excessive! BUT, I was trying to clean out my drafts folder because it was overflowing with ideas that never became concrete when I ran across this fully completed, unpublished post. So I thought, why not? Let’s just post it. It makes the folder a bit more tidy. =)

October 2008.

I just got back from California a few days ago, and I’ve had a good long while since my last post to mull over quite a few thoughts that have been occuring to me. Usually, when I write a post, I immediately have twenty or so ideas that I could fully flesh out into other posts, but that would just be weird to post 20 new entries in one day….. So here are all my thoughts combined into one discombobulated…yeah.

As I stared out of the car window at the sky, a twinkling light caught my eye. It was the first star I had seen and my mind wandered back to so many nights laying in bed, wishing on stars and with a faith only a child could muster, actually believing that what I wished for would come true. I laughed silently to myself as I thought of all the if-onlies and I-wish-I-may-I-wish-I-mights that never, ever came true. But as I stared at the sky, a why-not attitude settled on my mind, and so I made a wish. And that wish, which obviously will never be granted, is why I am writing today.

So much of what we wish for is conditional upon our present happiness. We live in a fast-paced, self-centered, instant gratification world. For example we have Easy Mac (and I thought Mac and Cheese was a fast meal) or Instant Minute Rice (even though it traditionally only takes ONE minute). Everything we do is geared towards an instant result. We ride roller coasters to experience that my-guts-are-all-smushed-and-jumbled-inside-of-me feeling that lasts for about as long as the ride, which is a grand total of oh 2 minutes max. We channel-surf on the tv because the 2 minutes of commercials in between our regularly scheduled program is just too long to sit through. Everything we do (especially if it is a form of entertainment) is instant. Therefore, most of what we wish for falls under the same category.

The more I thought about what I wished for, I realized that I don’t know what I want in life. I mean, I want to be happy. To have people around me to love and care about me, to be successful in whatever venture I am pursuing, to be content with who I have become, and to be satisfied with what life has given me. But other than that, I have no idea how to go about accomplishing “being happy.” The things I think I want, sometimes turn out to be not-so-great things that actually hinder my progress towards my goal. Things or people that I think are good for me actually turn out to be detrimental to me. Directions and paths that I deem worthy to travel actually get me more lost and confused. So I just get lost in my own thought processes (as I am sure many of you, or whoever is reading this is lost in my stream of consciousness, disjointed rambling) and end up not sure of what I am aiming for.

My wish that night in the car was to have something I had wanted for a long time, and never quite succeeded in having. Now as I look back to only a few short days ago, I realize that sometimes life is not about getting what you want because you don’t always know what it is that you really want. It’s about wanting what you have and being content with the life that surrounds you. It’s about learning to take what you are handed and making the most out of every minute of it. It’s about living, not wishing.

Myers-Briggs Temperament Indicator

I realized that in my last post, I referred to the MBTI without acknowledging exactly what it was. It’s a personality test, with 16 different possible results. I have found it to be one of the most complete and objective tests I have taken, and it’s quite interesting. I’m not saying it’s the facts and you have to take it, believe it, and make it your Bible. I’m just saying if you have an hour or so to kill, take it!

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

Also, I don’t feel like the description at the end is very complete. So once you are finished, go to google, search for your type (just the letters will work fine) and read the description at the geocities website. It is usually in the top 7 links. Here is mine.

http://www.geocities.com/lifexplore/esfj.htm

ESFJs are helpful people who place a high value on harmony. Paying close attention to people’s needs and wants, they work well with others to complete tasks in a timely and accurate way. ESFJs follow through on their commitments. They like closure and prefer structured, organized situations in which warmth and compassion are shown. They contribute to others by anticipating their day-to-day concerns and handling them with warmth and efficiency. ESFJs are at their best in organizing people to get a job done.

Living

ESFJ children want life to be uncomplicated, secure, harmonious and structured. They are usually responsible, reliable, and cooperative. They thrive in situations in which there is consistency and personal attention. They enjoy the acceptance of others and will work hard to gain that acceptance. ESFJ children are concerned about doing the right things and pleasing their elders.

ESFJs follow the rules and tend to accept them as fair and reasonable. They admire people and teachers who are warm, friendly, and concerned. They are concerned about the feelings of others and like to help out when possible. They begin early to assume responsibility for the welfare of others. They believe it is necessary to give as well as to receive and will often volunteer their time and talents in service organizations.

ESFJs radiate warmth and fellowship, and generally fit in well with their classmates. They value the traditional things that teenagers do and may be involved in various clubs and teams. Their friends often turn to them because of their listening ear and helpful nature.

Often the lives of ESFJs follow a traditional pattern. In adult life, ESFJs take their parent, spouse, employee, or community volunteer roles seriously and are committed to them. They are sensitive to the needs to those around them, sometimes more attuned to others’ needs than their own. They gain the respect of others because of their helpfulness, pleasantness, and ability to get things done. They carry out their commitments and are often in charge of events. Mature ESFJs often structure both their work and personal lives so that they can meet the needs of others.

Learning and Working

ESFJs learn best in structured situations where they know what they can expect. They like to schedule their learning projects so that they can plan ahead to complete their lessons. They become uncomfortable with continuous interruptions and changes when they are trying to finish what they have started. Even more importantly, however, they want to like the person who teaches them. The teacher-student relationship is helpful to them in doing their best. When there is disharmony in the classroom, it interrupts their learning process. When their work is criticised, even constructively, ESFJs may feel demoralized until they get it right and the teacher acknowledges this. Because they tend to personalize the feedback of their teachers, it is important for them to know teachers’ expectations so that they can work to meet them.

Learning tends to be a personal experience for ESFJs. This attitue, combined with their ability to follow through and meet deadlines, results in a conscientious and effective student. ESFJs often enjoy studies about people and their well-being, and are usually less interested in theoretical and abstract subject matters. They like active learning activities such as field trips, experiments and group projects that get them personally involved with others.

At work, ESFJs contribute their ability to cooperate with others and to complete tasks in a timely and accurate way. They respect rules and authority, and handle daily operations efficiently. They tend to be well informed and up-to-date on organizational actions that matter to people. They do what they can to make sure that personal relationships are running smoothly. Because they pay close attention to people’s needs and wants, they are often involved in work activities that meet people’s practical, day-to-day desires.

ESFJs prefer occupations that allow them to provide direct and personal, yet practical, help to others. Occupations that call for organization and goal direction appeal to them. They are especially careful not to waste time or resources; to do so would go against their nature.

Some occupations are particularly appealing to ESFJs: childcare worker, dental assistant, elementary school teacher, home economist, nurse, office manager, radiological technologist, receptionist and secretary, religious educator, speech pathologist, and other occupations that allow them to help others and serve their values directly.

Loving

For the ESFJ, love means warmth and commitment. When ESFJs first fall in love, they show this warmth and concern for their partner in many tangible ways. They will send cards, notes, flowers, special gifts, and other mementos of their affection. If the partner casually mentions a desire for a specific thing, they will try to find just that thing. Once committed in a relationship, ESFJs tend to stay with it even when there is inconvenience to them and perhaps longer than may be healthy. They are able to bring out the best in their partners, even though it may mean putting their own needs second.

Because ESFJs are caring individuals, they expect to give and receive in their relationships. Because others may not be as thoughtful as the ESFJ, it is a possible source of disappointment to them if they expect the same awareness and caring on the part of the partner. Being practical and realistic, they may not always like effusive shows of affection and prefer moderation instead. ESFJs may be more loyal to the relationship or to the institution of marriage than to the person. ESFJs may take the end of the relationship as a personal failure.

ESFJs, when scorned, hurt all over and may need to take time to get over the relationship before pursuing a new one. They may too easily and incorrectly blame themselves for the unfavourable outcome and recall instances when perhaps they were not as giving as they might have been. However, ESFJs’ standards for giving in a relationship are likely to be above those of some other types. At their worst when scorned, ESFJs can become spiteful and critical of the partner. Because ESFJs are keenly sensitive to others and are tuned in to emotional needs, they really know how to hurt a person in the rare instances when they choose to do so.


Profile by David Keirsey

ESFJs, the most sociable of all types, are energized by interactions with people, tending to idealize whatever or whoever they admire. Harmony is a key to this type, which is represented in about 13 percent of the general population.

ESFJs are the great nurturers of established institutions such as the home, the school, the church, and civic groups. Wherever they go, they promote harmony and harmonious relationships. They are outstanding hosts or hostesses, able to call people by name, usually after one introduction. At a social gathering they can be observed attending to the needs of others, trying to insure that all are comfortable and involved.

Social ties matter to the ESFJs, and their conversations often drift to nostalgic recounting of past memories. Traditions are developed, supported, and carefully observed by the ESFJ.

ESFJs are hurt by indifference and need to be appreciated both for themselves and for the abundance, typically in the form of services, they give to others. They are conscious of appearances and take the opinions of others regarding social standards very seriously. Values in an ESFJ may take the form of shoulds and should nots and may be freely expressed. Conscientious and orderly, ESFJs may become restless when isolated from people.

Career

Career selection by ESFJs may lean toward service occupations. They have such outgoing personalities that they are outstanding at selling, being an invariable winner in sales contests. They are apt to have seniority in any sales group within an organization. Observation of ESFJs at work in a sales transaction will demonstrate how this type personalizes the sale: The customer is not buying the product; he or she is buying personally from the ESFJ. This same characteristic causes ESFJs to be good in teaching, preaching, supervision, administration, coaching, and, in general, people to people jobs. They seldom become a source of irritation to their superiors, for they respect and obey the rules and regulations, are duty-and service-oriented. They are loyal to their bosses. ESFJs are likely to be aware of and enjoy discussing events and problems in the lives of their colleagues; but when conversations turn to abstractions of philosophy or science, the ESFJ may become restive. Analysis of the complex-for example, an attempt to find an explanation of events through an analysis of principles-does not excite their interest, as it does the NTs’.

Home

ESFJ mates have a set of values which contain clear should and should-nots, and they expect their family to abide by these. They are conscientious about home responsibilities, are orderly about the home, and prefer that other occupants be the same. They enjoy socializing and entertaining. ESFJs want family decisions settled efficiently and quickly and want family living routinized, scheduled, and correctly executed. They do not rebel against routine operations, are devoted to the traditional values of home and hearth, respect their marriage vows, and are the most sympathetic of all types. They tend to be dependent on their mates and may marry to insure that they have a proper place in the social strata. They enjoy the rituals connected with serving of good food and beverages, thrive on festive occasions, respect and accumulate a goodly store of material possessions. They take their role in the community seriously and are sensitive to the acknowledged, official decision-makers and identify with them. They are aware of status, and often depend on higher authority as the source of opinions and attitudes.

ESFJs wear their hearts on their sleeves and are outgoing in their emotional reactions. They need to be needed, loved, and appreciated and may spend much energy reassuring themselves that this is the case.

ESFJs usually respect and revere their parents, and as children were responsive and obedient pupils. They seem able to express the right feeling for a given situation. They are soft hearted, sentimental, and usually observe with gusto and a flourish birthdays, anniversaries, and the like, making of the event a delightful, important occasion. At the same time, however, ESFJs can cause others undue tension by expressing anticipations of gloom and doom, exhibiting a bent toward the pessimistic that can be contagious. They need to control their fears that the worst is sure to happen and suppress their tendency toward crepe-hanging and anticipating disasters.

The children of an ESFJ are seen as an extension of the family, and all they do reflects on the ESFJ. If things do not go well, the ESFJ may be critical, even carping toward his or her mate and children. This type may marry alcoholics or others who are particularly needy. If a female ESFJ is married to a mate who is not a good provider, she can become nagging and brood over a comparison of her possessions and status with that of others. ESFJs, male or female, live in terms of people and things rather than in terms of ideas and principles. They enjoy the process of decision-making, particularly when focus is on the usefulness of things and people.

Midlife

At midlife ESFJs may want to get involved in activities that spark their imagination and creativity, for example, work with art media. They should find it useful to sort out priorities in their values and force themselves to give more attention to their own wishes and needs. They could begin to practice the art of being kind to oneself and each day attempt to do at least one self-indulgent deed. Travel should be something ESFJs particularly enjoy; at midlife they should allocate time to this activity. Also, the reading of “serious” technical books in a professional field might interest and expand the horizons of ESFJs at this time of life. Planning for retirement so that a sufficient number of interpersonal activities are available is vital for the ESFJ, who would very quickly become bored and restless if cut off from contact with a variety of people.

Mates

There is a mutual attraction of ESFJ and INTP. The ESFJ, wanting to serve as an anchorage for the INTP’s flights to the higher levels of abstraction, finds in the ISTP an even more likely target for anchorage. The ISTP’s flights are often literal, not figurative: He really does fly. Look in the cockpit of almost any aircraft and you’ll find an ISTP. Of course, most ISTPs do not fly in the literal sense; but the hankering for adventure and exploration symbolized by flight is there, and it is this, the hankering, that draws the ESFJ like a moth to a flame. How does this serve the giving, caring, comforting nature of ESFJ? Why, when the adventurer returns, of course; the giver of comfort is there to provide rest and recreation.

Yep, that’s me in a nutshell. If you make it through this, you are a trooper! But you could have skimmed. Some of it gets kind of boring in the middle.

“you’ve got me up and down and in between, actin’ nice and bein’ real mean”

Men have this uncanny ability to put you in ridiculous situations, then pretend like everything is normal and you, the girl, are the one that is crazy. This makes me kind of irritated because for one, it’s not a pleasant feeling to feel like you are crazy, blowing things out of proportion, insane or any other variation of the kind. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Two, it’s not fair to think that all girls are irrational and illogical (aka crazy) and all boys are rational and logical creatures. Yes, girls tend to be more emotional, more expressive of their emotions. However, girls can be just as cool and collected, smart and rational as men. I’m not saying the logic always makes sense, or that it happens a lot, but it can happen. Three, urgh! I hate being manipulated. . .at least emotionally. If you can (for a good cause) trick me into doing something that I don’t want to do, more power to you. Way to get me on the bandwagon. I hate hate hate hate hate being toyed with when it comes to feelings and emotions though.  Even worse, I hate being treated like I’m incapable, imcompetent or not smart enough to understand because I’m a girl. I am a perfectly independent, functional human being, thank you very much! Four, I think it’s partly an excuse to hide behind because men are scared; “Oh, she’s crazy. Better not date her,” when in fact, dating her might just open you up to new experiences you had only ever dreamed of before.

On the show How I Met Your Mother, Barney has a theory. Well, he has lots of theories, but the one I’m recalling is the Hot-Crazy Scale. For reference you can look in the published book, The Bro Code, to see a visual, but I’m going to do my best to describe it for you. All women can be plotted as points on the same graph. (For clarity’s sake, we are only dealing with the first quadrant.) The vertical axis is the “hot” scale. Basically how attractive a woman is. The horizontal axis is how crazy she is.  The Hot-Crazy line is drawn at a slope of one, so it divides the quadrant equally in half. His theory says that to date a woman, she must be equally hot as she is crazy or more so. She has to fall above or on the line though, or she isn’t worth dating because it is just too much “crazy” to handle. I think however, that this is obsolete, since men do things to make women crazy! Sometimes it’s not our fault.

I write because this is how I feel at the moment. My emotions are a yo-yo: up, down, back and forth, walk the dog. You know, all over the place. As much as I try to be in control, to be the one holding the string, sometimes all I can do is hold on for the ride. One minute I’m happy as a kid in a candy shop, and the next I’m quiet as a mouse, holding my tongue for fear I’ll lash out and say something I will regret. This constant fluxuation of emotions happens I realized when my heart and my head disagree. Things I know I can’t hope for, wish for, dream about, make reference to, think about or generally acknowledge as a possibility keep popping up, like a solar flare. It’ll kill me one day. But it won’t be my fault, although if I were killed intentionally by a solar flare, it would be very hard to prove as a homicide!

In general I guess, and more because I don’t quite know how to word what I’m feeling or the situations that I find myself in, I’m tired of mixed signals, feeling like I need to be someone that I’m not, feeling like someone is trying to mold me to fit into their view of the world, feeling like who I am is not good enough. Well, not anymore. Like me, love me, hate me, despise me, take me or leave me. It’s makes my life so much less complicated. One emotion. One reaction. I am who I am and I like who I am. Sure we all have things we’d like to change about ourselves, but who doesn’t? I’d like to have smaller feet, and. . .well, this is another conversation entirely. I just don’t feel the need to change because I’m not the ideal woman. Let’s face it, she doesn’t exist, and even if she did, she is different for every boy.

I’m me, and I’m not about to change that anytime soon. I’m an ESFJ. Emphasis on the SF (sensing, feeling). I live in the here and now. I think details are important. I’m very in touch with my emotions, some may say emotional. That’s fine. I don’t see a problem with being able to express emotions. It’s a very healthy part of life. It’s just who I am. I’m an extrovert or extragized as Alex would say. I like being around people and being able to help. I like doing what I can for my friends, and if that means buying things, paying for things, doing chores or my little bit to help out, I’m going to do it and enjoy it. And, I’m sorry but relieved to say, deal.

“this is the story of a girl. . .”

Well, I am certainly not the best at keeping this updated. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a computer in a little over a month. Or the fact that I just finished finals and 6 days later started a new semester. Or maybe I just don’t think that my life is that interesting to write about. Whatever the case, it’s in the late night/early morning hours, and here I am. . . .writing. I think I write when I have something I definitely need to get out of my system, or when I can’t fall alseep.

Tonight would be the latter of the two. I just went bowling for 2.5 hours, and walked the 13 blocks there and back. So needless to say, I am in an active, restless state of mind. . .although you would think that propelling a 10-14 pound ball (depending on the minute because I tend to switch things up) down an alley for 2.5 hours would really take it’s toll on a person. However, except for the dull numbing sensation in the balls of my feet and my calves, I am totally awake, and wired to. . .do something other than go to bed.

Unfortunately, I have school in the morning. Yes, I am crazy enough to go to school in the summer. Even crazier, I have 18 credits. 9 each block. A block is 7.5 weeks long. So pretty much I am screwing myself over, especially since I need a B average in all my classes because they all count towards my major. Lame, right?  It’s fun though. I’m taking Sociology, Biology (LAME) and Modern Social Problems. The best part is that I am required to volunteer in some sort of community service agency for the last class. Since it’s kind of the field I want to go into, it’s a great opportunity to kind of figure out which direction I want to take after I graduate.

I feel like I’m talking a lot. Oh well, it’s good for the soul, right? It’s good to lay your emotions squarely on the table and face them. I’ve been working on this lately . . .let me clarify. I’ve been working on a) stating my opinion when I deem it is necessary or when I just refuse to be quiet; b) cutting unnecessary stressors and therefore, people, from my life; c) being tactfully blunt (is this even possible?) and d) not letting things that are outside of my circle of control influence my emotions/reactions. It’s so wonderful, I can’t even begin to describe how fantastically free I feel now that I am more in control.

Speaking of, isn’t there something liberating about being shamelessly yourself, even if it means dancing around a bowling alley, flirting with the bowling attendant and being loud and obnoxious? I feel so. . .I am comfortable with who I am, even if it means doing embarrassing things like singing Livin on a Prayer at the top of my lungs with a hundred other people. I love that I feel like I can just be. . .me. And it’s fantastic.

Overall, it’s just been a good day. I’m sure I have a million homework assignments to do over the weekend, and that I won’t have a free minute to myself until next Monday, but I’m super happy that life is good.

Ps- I just have to say that. . . .it’s nice to have friends who are there for you. Friends on whom you can depend, whether it’s for something silly like replying to a text or answering a phone, or something major like rescuing you from the freeway when your alternator dies on the way home (yep, happened to me just last week. Car problems are NOT fun.) Anyways, I’m glad to know that I have friends I can count on. Thanks guys!

“which i’m always doing. . .i mean art”

I haven’t written in ages, and despite the fact that I have work in the morning, in 6 hours to be precise, I just feel too wired (not in an I’ve-been-taking-drugs-kind-of-way) to go to sleep.

Life is super busy at the moment. I’m in the middle of classes which is fun, but the semester is winding up at the end of the month and I just feel uber stressed with everything. I’m still working full time which makes going to school full time even more interesting. Ha, for example. My history teacher assigned us about 150 ish pages of reading to do this weekend. Well, I’m working all weekend long plus writing this research paper, so do I really have time for her little reading assignment? No. I don’ t think so. It’s just busy.

On top of that, I attempt to have a social life, which pretty much kills an notion of having normal sleeping habits. Or healthy ones for that matter. I love my friends, and I’m so glad that I have everyone  in my life, but seriously sometimes I think lack of sleep will kill me one day. I’m trying really hard to not be stand-off-ish too. I really am trying. =)

The icing on the cake is that I am privileged enough to HAVE to move. Mid-semester. In case you were wondering, most people don’t move mid-semester, so it’s not that easy to find an open contract in a decent apartment. It doesn’t help that I am fairly high maintenance when it comes to housing. Cinder block walls and crappy 70’s shag carpet don’t cut it for me. So my room looks like a ravaged war zone, there are boxes and things everywhere, and it’s basically chaotic. I’m not looking forward to being homeless, even if it is only for a weekend. Oh well, yay for next week being move-out week. It’s going to certainly be interesting, that’s for sure.

I think I could handle all of this random crazy stuff going on at the same time in my life if I didn’t feel so confused. I feel like my emotions are unfathomable, my motivations are questionable (not shady but having an unknown point of origin) my work ethic is mediocre at best, and I just want things to be simple again. You know, like when you were 5 and you got to wear velcro shoes and play on the swingset during recess, which was right before storytime? Before all this adult education, career, transportation, housing, food, bills, not-fun stuff became important.

Oh well. Now I’m just rambling. I’m going to attempt to fall asleep now. We’ll see what happens. Sorry to make you all read my stream-of-consciousness type post, but it’s your fault for continuing to read. Much love.

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