Nobodys Perfect

This might be a touchy subject for some people. Not that anyone reads this blog anymore, but if you do: I'm not trying to be offensive! I just need to vent!

So there's a lot of times in my life where really fat women have made fun of me for having small boobs. And as far as I can remember it's only ever fat women.

Yes, I do have small boobs. I have small boobs because I am a small person. You have big boobs because you are a big person.... See how that works?? If I gained 80 pounds I'd most likely have big boobs too. As well as big everything else!

(And yes I know there are those super lucky girls who are skinny with a big chest but let not go into that!)

I would never, ever, in a hundred years make fun of someone for being fat. That would be a terribly rude and heartless thing to do. So why do people think it's okay to make fun of someone for being little? Making fun of anyone for how their body looks is cruel and tasteless. I have to hold myself back every time.

"You have tiny boobs!"
"Yeah, well you're a whale."

.... No. I would never. But SHUT UP ABOUT MY BODY!

Derp.

I thought going back to school would make me feel smarter. I assumed that getting a promotion meant I was more capable than I had been previously. I thought I'd feel better about and more comfortable inside my own brain as time went on. But when I do my school assignments, I'm never happy with them. At work I feel like I don't know a damn thing. The older I get the less comfortable I become in my level of maturity and intelligence. This could be because I am constantly challenging myself. I went for a new job, even when I didn't feel ready. Twice! I went back to school even though I feel like one of those people who doesn't belong there. I am surrounded by people older than me. Most of my friends are older than I am. I've been the youngest in my position level at work for almost a year. Even my boyfriend is seven years older than me. I just feel like I'm spending a lot of time playing catch up. And living with this intense hope that no one else can tell.

More than anything I want to sink back into a quiet, dark, inconspicuous little existence.Where I can do what I want without being noticed, live a supremely unimpressive life and have nothing expected of me. But it's like I have two voices in my head. The quieter one is more persuasive, and keeps me dragging the loud, terrified, uncomfortable voice along, through whatever new adventure I'm told to pursue.

Another Promotion

First I was an overnight stocker at Walmart. Then, 10 months later, I became a department manager. Now 9 more months later I have been promoted yet again to zms. I take no pride in working for wallmart. None at all. But to be honest the job has done a lot for my life. I found my Arthur there, I gained the momentum and the funds to go back to school, and I have met some great friends. The thing I am most grateful for is the confidence the store has instilled in me regarding my abilities in the workplace. It is rare for someone with no day-time floor experience to become a department manager. And it is rare for someone with so little department manager experience to become a zms. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box but I am a hard worker. And it seems like wherever I go, I do well. Getting promoted is scary, it's a lot to take in and the zms I am replacing is a hard act to fallow. But the raise is nice, and the authority is nice. I am a little annoyed that I still work at wallmart, after a year and a half with the company, but it is getting me the experience and money I need to further my education and get me on my way to wherever I am going in life.

Now what can I buy with $300 more a month?
I can get my nails done again!
I can pay someone else to dye my hair!
I can get contacts again! I can see again!
I can have more spending money for my Germany trip!

... One way or another I WILL convince myself I 100% want this promotion... I hope.

Confessions

Sometimes it feels like I have these large pieces missing from me. Like I have these holes straight through my body that everyone else can see. Like everyone can tell I'm not finished.

I don't know if I'm scared to talk to my friends, or if I know better. I'm scared they won't care, because no one seems to anymore. I'm scared they'll make things worse. I'm scared I'll feel like I've lost control. I don't know if I'm being paranoid, or if I'm learning.

I can't tell if I don't know how to ask for help, or if I'm strong enough not to.

I don't know why I have to go to extremes. It's all or nothing. And I get stuck in nothing. It's scary... I feel like I'm making progress. I know I'm doing damage. I can't find a way out. Addiction is powerful. And comes in many forms... I know I was looking for it. But was I looking for this?

Why is it so easy for people to walk out of my life without explanation? I know people grow apart. I know friendships don't last forever. I know mistakes are made that can't be fixed. But why is it so common for people in my life to disappear? Am I just often in the presence of very weak people? Or very rude people? Or do I make it hard for people to leave? Oddly enough it's always the people who mean the most who do this... Curiouser and curiouser...

I'm weird. I know I'm weird. Lately I even feel the weird happening as it happens. I can't stop it. Mid weirdism I notice it, and then it gets weirder. The weird is getting awkward. The awkward is getting uncomfortable. The uncomfortable is getting old.

I wonder where these dreams go
When the world gets in your way
What's the point of all this screaming?
No one's listening anyway.

My Declaration

There is no such thing as a perfect person. I am no exception. I have a bad temper. I'm prone to procrastination, pessimism, self hatred, dishonesty, jealousy, selfishness, self harm, sarcasm and many other bad qualities I won't go into for the sake of saving time. I was okay with myself for a long time. Lately however, I'm learning to battle myself again. It seems the more alone I am, the less I like myself. The less I like myself, the more alone I become. I hurt people. Sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose, sometimes without knowing it at all. I want to become someone who brings nothing but happiness to other people. I want to learn to appreciate the good in every single person I meet. I want to learn how to forgive properly. I want to be a person worth knowing, because right now, I don't feel that I am. I realize this is why I am so alone. I've spent too much time working on my friendships, working on how other people see me. I see my flaws now. I see that I need to focus on me. When I can like myself again, I'll work on introducing that person to new people. Maybe in the future I'll be better at holding on to the people I love. So while I wish I could make a declaration about how I am going to be a better friend and help people out more, I can't. All I can do is promise to work on me. The rest... well, I'll get back to you.

These feelings and thoughts: Brought to you by weeks of introspection.

The inspiration to write it out and post it to the gaping Internet void:
http://youtu.be/eVDXzZabTaI

Sorry Michael, No quite what you were looking for.

Dreams

I remember a time when I felt so much passion for life that I could barely contain it. I remember contemplating the vast possibilities that lay before me at a very young age. I had dreams once. It's hard to remember now but I can vaguely recall wanting to be older, wanting to be doing these great things I knew I would one day do. A little bit of life happened, and a moment later, all I wanted was to be happy. The more I lost, the less I wanted. I lost sight of the things I wanted after I lost what I needed. When someone asks me what I want from life I respond modestly; "I want to be happy. I want to be healthy. I want enough money to live comfortably. I want love." Why have I let my necessities become my goals? Living a comfortable life isn't a dream. It's something I should simply refuse to live without. But after I have everything I need in place, what do I work for? Some people are lucky. Some people have dreams. I forgot how to dream a long time ago. What's the point of a person with no dreams?

Game Over

I'm having a REALLY hard time not posting about how hurtful you're being.
I'm having a really hard time not posting about how it makes absolutely no sense.
I'm having a really hard time understanding how your brain could possibly be working right now.
I'm having a really hard time staying angry at you.
I'm having a really hard time understanding how I deserve to be used as your punching bag.
I'm having a really hard time letting it all go.

But if that's what you want, I can try. Six years of friendship isn't something I want to lose over literally nothing. But if that's what you've decided to do, okay. I'm getting really good at goodbyes. Just know I'm not mad at you, I didn't do anything to betray your trust and you've broken my heart. And no, I don't expect you to care about any of that. You've made it clear that you're not going to. I just thought I'd give you some of the honesty you've kept from me. I don't want to play these games anymore. So fine, you win.

Finished

Surrounded in my bubbly, warm happy place, I expected to feel more comforted. I haven't had the accommodations to relax and take a bubble bath in nearly a year. This is where I always went when I felt negative emotions. Sadness, stress, frustration. Somehow now it is not the same. I have enough bubbles. I have my book, my wine, a friend to text and confide in. But here I am, lifting my leg up, watching the small avalanche of bubbles slowly make it's way back into the water. Submerging my face, concentrating on exhaling; a steady flow of evenly sized bubbles. This used to calm me down. But now, in this soggy, wet atmosphere, I'm not sure where condensation ends and tears begin.


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A Good Day

I just had a really pleasant day I would like to document. Woke up feeling well rested. I didn't have a headache for the first time in a few weeks. Which was admittedly only because I had this super mysterious dream where I had a headache. I woke up from the dream at 4:00am and had a headache. So I took an Advil and went back to sleep; securing a comfortable morning for myself 3 hours later.

After waking up feeling quite well I went to get ice on the way to my job at the church. The gas station I always stop at never has ice ready. They advertise it but it's never there. They have to go to the back and waste their and my time and bag it up during their early morning rush. It might be cruel of me but I've kept going there just waiting for the day they wise up and bag some ice before it gets busy, before Sunday morning. Every Sunday morning. At the exact same time. Today, they caught on.

So I got my ice in time and therefore got to work on time and had a really good time making coffee and talking with my co workers. I went home after work at cleaned the apartment. Listening to music and dancing like a fool. Home alone, and having fun. Arthur got home, we relaxed together for a bit. After a while we did the last of the cleaning just in time to invite some friends into our home. I haven't had that many people in my home since last summer so I was a little bit nervous but things worked out well. We spent a really fun few hours playing board games with Josh, Tyler, Alisha and Katie. Four people I did not know this time last year. A nice reminder that there will always be new people to meet and new friends to make. I just wanted to post a little reminder to myself that even though there are a lot of stressful days. Some days are a lot of fun. Even when nothing particularly interesting happens. Life is good. =)

Live and Let Live

I keep wanting to write a post about this thing on my mind. This weird way everyone seems to be thinking and feeling that I am just not getting. But every time I try, I end sounding ambivalent. Which I am not. I can't find a way to express this situation. It's driving me a little bit crazy.

Dirty Little Secrets

I'm hoping to blur the lines a little bit between my two blogs. I have this one, in which I'm very filtered. An awful lot of this blog is me, trying to convince myself of something. I have a second blog; a very raw and honest place. A completely private place. I think I should start opening up to the world a little more. I know it's just a little blog that hardly anyone reads, but it's a start.

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Another Lesson In Letting Go

It seems like I've spent most of my life trying to strengthen my relationships with the people I care about. I love having friends. Who doesn't? I love feeling love for someone else. I love being loved. I get jealous very easily. I feel left out constantly. I very often see myself standing on the outside looking in, hoping I'll make it to the center one day.

The problem is I also love being alone. I love being alone with my thoughts. I love to sit for hours writing, drawing, cooking, watching movies, or just jammin' around on the Internet.  I love driving around by myself listening to music, singing. I don't sing around other people. Not the way I do alone.

I'm also very busy. I work full time, go to school part time, and maintain a relationship with my boyfriend. I don't have as much time to spend with friends as other people do. If I didn't live with Arthur I probably would hardly ever see him. My friends like to hang out late at night. I work early in the morning, six days a week. I don't mind being tired, but if I don't sleep I get sick. I guess that's what I get for getting older. Anyway, being busy and needing to sleep leaves me with very little free time. I have to kind of choose between moments of solitude, and moments with friends.

I think I'd be less upset if I accepted that the people who have more free time and time together are going to be closer than I can ever be to them. I enjoy my limited time with them but I think it's time I let go of needing to be a "best friend." I don't need to be anyones favorite. I'm not a best friend. I'm a loner, with friends. Friends I love deeply. Friends who can hang out all the time with each other. I may be on the outside looking in, and that's okay. It's pretty nice out here too. =)

The Strangest Friend

Does it make sense to desire wanting something you know is bad for you? Even with the countless warnings and studies and books and blah blah blah... When it's the only thing that makes you feel complete... When it's the only thing that makes you feel in control... The only thing that makes you feel... But it's hard to even want it. It's hard to commit. But you know, if you try, it'll stick. And for a couple weeks (at best) you will stop feeling so lonely. I'm not sure if the word, "addiction" fits. I guess you can be addicted to anything. Even sickness.

Robot Ramblings

It's been a long time since I had one of those conversations. One of those reassuring, bonding, connecting conversations. Sitting at a coffee shop with a friend. A late night phone call. It's been a long time since I felt like anyones best friend. It's been a long time since I last gave it any real thought. I haven't felt sad in a while. I haven't felt sad in months. Maybe it's the dark. Maybe I'm just tired. For whatever reason, I'm feeling it now. It's nice to feel human again.

Goodbye

The thing is, you and I should have stopped being friends years ago. Probably about four years into our friendship it stopped being healthy. We would stay in contact, pretty much so we could tell each other how to run our lives. We'd be the "shoulder to cry on" because we wanted to feel needed. Slowly everything good we were for one another faded. And we ended up doing more harm than we'd ever thought possible.

Some people aren't meant to stay in your life forever. Some people have lives that intertwine for a brief moment, and then move on. Trying to hold onto these connections when it hurts more than it helps is silly. And I hope you see that's why I let go. I gave you everything I could. And honestly after seven years of friendship, I have nothing left to give and you have nothing to give back. We used to be best friends, but now, we don't know each other at all. The best thing we can be for each other now is a fond memory. And while I do miss you, and wish I had made more of the time I had as your friend, I've said goodbye.

 

Love, Emily