Undone

To the casual observer, i am a very social person. I can, on occasion, discuss at ease topics with people and even relate to others in an empathetic manner. I’m a nice girl. I’ll give myself that much. I’ve found upon reviewing myself that my actions in a social situation are purely selfish, even those that are well meaning. In a social setting I use being socially active (engaging in conversation, playing games, teasing etc) as  a defense mechanism against myself. I wouldn’t say that I hear voices per say as so much as I hear myself. the part of myself that is self deprecating and usually allows myself to fall into some weird shame cycle when I am alone and unoccupied.  I am usually always busy or always thinking about something for this reason. As I understand it normal people allow their minds to go blank on occasion, and even relax. I am consistently making lists, discussing and keeping myself engaged to prevent myself from… well getting to myself. It’s like a wall I build up.

So the fact that in social situations I am usually looking like I’m mugging to be the center of attention, I suppose I am, because if other people are paying attention to me my neurosis have to focus on the other people instead of myself. Though typically I wonder about what they’re thinking about me, and how weird I am, or how unsophisticated I am, uncouth etc. Instead of focusing on my shame spiral about how i”m not worth anything.

I think I have done an excellent job of keeping myself occupied, i don’t think I’ve had a shame spiral for a very long time. This does however make things like falling asleep pretty hard…. which is weird.

I have been thinking more about the story idea i had. I think i was looking at it a bit too pidgeon hole-d. I have been trying to expand my views as the book is more about women and my own specific brand of feminism. Which I’m sure sounds weird. 😉 I think more along the lines of stereo types. It’s hard to explain… without going into specifics.

I keep really wanting to get a diary so i can write some of it out.  However I am pretty busy pretty much all of the time, so finding the time to write down anything in addition to actually finding time to buy something to write my ideas down in… well it’s just a little ridiculous, don’t you think? though I do find writing physically (IE pen and paper) to be very therapeutic. Something about ink and paper is amazing to me. I love journaling. I suppose that’s why I have kept a blog so long. 😉

Thinking of names for characters, off to nymbler

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“MAN why doesn’t anyone blog?!” and then I realize that I haven’t blogged at all in a long time. News News News.
My infection has cleared. I’m still consistently struggling to remain hydrated, but I’m trying. I’m not yo-yo dieting, however I am Yo-yo losing weight. (as in I gain and lose it a lot) Still struggling a lot with my moods and self esteem (to say it bluntly) I told myself I’d start my medication again after Audrey was 3 months, but I was in a rare great mood at that point, and so I haven’t yet.

Most people rainy days make them down. For me… I think they’re awesome. On my way to work I passed a red truck and it stood out from the grey mountains and overcast skies and I felt a little bit like I was in Twilight. I know. I’m silly. 😉 I am still up in the air about seeing the next movie. I would almost certainly have to take time off of work to go and watch it, or wait a really long time to see it… Oh well. I have to save time for the Symphony that Scott is taking me to next month. They’ll be playing video game music, and it’ll be a night away from the kids, so that’ll be great. 🙂 (No offense to my children, but Scott and I occasionally need time away from them, otherwise we will permanently slip into mommy and daddy mode and that would be a travesty.)

i have been playing with a book idea in my head. It all seems a bit too “Ugly betty” or “The Devil Wears Prada”

I’ll work it out…

Gotta work

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