what exactly do you hope to gain through perfection? or else, what are you afraid to lose without it?
the lie is two-sided. one, that perfection is attainable at all. and two, that it will accomplish that goal.
what exactly do you hope to gain through perfection? or else, what are you afraid to lose without it?
the lie is two-sided. one, that perfection is attainable at all. and two, that it will accomplish that goal.
i counted my wants as irrelevant for so long, it’s hard now for me to figure out what they are.
i just realized how quiet it is in the house.
that's not unusual; it's usually very quiet here, unless i make special efforts to have more noise in the house. which, let's be honest, i do more than i would like to admit.
but sometimes, even when it's quiet, my brain will go on and on and on, and it keeps me so occupied that i am oblivious to the lack of anything else happening. no joke--once, i was on a class backpacking trip, and there was a day we were instructed to be alone from about 3pm until about 8 or 9 the following morning. (alone as in, like, behind a rock or a tree or something. i wasn't just wandering through the woods by myself.) it was a big transition period for me, and i had a lot that i was only just starting to process through, and also a lot of recent philosophy assignments adding way too much fuel to the fire. so anyway, as the sun was setting (roughly 9pm) (for emphasis, SIX HOURS later), it occurred to me that there were hardly any other noises. everyone was on their own, and it was very quiet.
i took such a deep dive into my mind, with so little sensory realization, that it hadn't hit me until six hours later that there was, comparatively, not much to sense.
but sometimes, it's a nice realization. like my brain has finally worn itself out, and can come back to interact with the real world.
wanna know something kind of interesting? i am obsessed with productivity and efficiency. it's not something i've spent a lot of time realizing, which is somewhat baffling, since i spend most moments every day thinking about how to be more productive, how to get done all the things i want to do, how to work more efficiently. (side note: i actually think this type of thinking is pretty common, and can actually be kind of harmful if taken to extremes. i'm remembering the feeling of guilt i would get in college when i would take a nap or watch a tv show or spend time with friends.) it's funny because i tend toward a rather slow working pace in a lot of things. but when it comes to figuring out the most efficient way to do something, my brain tends to work on those kinds of problems instinctively, sometimes without me even trying.
seriously. one time, i was joking with a friend who tends toward similar existential thought processes as i do--and also similar types of humor. we were saying, wouldn't it be interesting if we could, instead of experiencing our character growth gradually over the course of a lifetime, go through it all in a condensed period of time--all at once, basically--and then we could finish life young, and it would be super efficient? and then we laughed at the thought of it. my philosophy teacher was sitting near us. i don't think he understood why we found it funny. he looked vaguely concerned.
wanna know something silly though? even when it comes to my emotions, i approach it with the goal of productivity. grief is something to get through, or crying is fine because it's a tool to help me process something, or sadness is a key to solving some kind of inner dilemma or understanding something about myself better. it accomplishes a purpose, so the best thing i can do with it is learn as much as i can from these emotions. even this blog--what is it at times besides a striving to make sense of everything i'm feeling? surely, if i think more about the origins of my feelings, they will make sense, right? but as i experience more of life, i'm finding there are times when i can't pinpoint a specific reason or thought process associated with my emotions. sometimes, it isn't even clear what emotions i'm feeling, only that whatever it is, there's a lot of it. and that is super frustrating--how am i supposed to work through the emotion if i don't even know what it is?
i tend to see emotions as windows into the mind. i am not convinced by the line of thinking that they generally serve as a good guide; rather, i think they are most helpful for understanding what i truly want and value.
but actually, maybe, sometimes, all emotions need to do is to be felt.
. . . is what i would say if two other people hadn't already not procrastinated and beaten me to it.
i can't express what your friendship means to me. this was my hardest year so far, but your love and support has made it closer to bearable, and the times i get to spend with you are bright spots. thank you . . . doesn't at all cover how grateful i am for and to you.
love always, &c
accusations and counterarguments bounce around uninvited in my head all day long, and my emotional state keeps fluctuating between being paralyzingly sad and being too exhausted to feel or want anything, like a bruise that you've poked at too many times, though if i'm honest, a mixture of both exhausted and sad is more the norm, and--
i am so tired.
"OK Overture," AJR
"part of me misses it, but i'm not sure if i miss it enough to go back, even though i could," is a really weird feeling.
i love it, and i say this without the slightest hint of irony, when people ask me questions about myself or what i think or feel, because then i feel like i have permission to say those things. like they care about what i have to say. i especially like it when the question is some version of "i know this is something hard you are/have been dealing with. how are you feeling?" because then i feel like i have permission to be real, even if "real" does not mean "stable" or "happy." like they want to know all of me, not just the fun parts.
why do i withdraw when i'm lonely?
why do i want to be heard, but then don't communicate?
for so long, i have put so little relevance on what i want, that for some things, i've forgotten how to care. it turns out that dismissing everything that matters to me is a good path to burnout. when i put no validation on my desires, it's easy to forget that they are required for some of my relationships.
i will try to do better. i say often that i have a hard time texting people back, to the extent that sometimes i'm at risk of writing it off as a permanent character trait. truthfully, i've put a number of measures in my routine that are supposed to help, but they aren't working. i need to get better at communicating promptly in order to show the truth that i actually do care, but i don't know how to improve.
. . . sorry, i'm making this about me again. i understand and will try to find a better way to respond to things with the time and energy i have available.
speaking from experience, i cannot be relied on to reply during work hours. that is a boundary i must set in order to give my best to the things in front of me, and not keep interrupting in order to have text conversations. so that means i need to have more consistent times before and after work, and maybe at lunch, for communication efforts. you sent that on Saturday, so my reasoning must have been based on a lack of energy rather than time. i do not yet know how to reckon with deficiencies and inconsistencies in my energy levels.
here's to getting gut-level honest, more as a record and as a personal catharsis than anything else. i'd normally shy away a little from being quite so bare, even here, but hardly anyone reads it anymore anyway (and let's be honest, few people ever did). so it probably doesn't matter that much anyway.
i don't know if this is a problem with me or the society i live in--probably both. i suppose failure to adapt to the world one lives in is a kind of personal flaw in itself. i've thought for a while that we--Christian and secular Americans alike--put a frankly incomprehensible emphasis on romance, sex, and marriage.
now before you, imaginary reader, protest, yes. i understand that there are definite merits to these things. i understand that i am prone to having unpopular opinions on many subjects, not just this one. and i am almost certain that there is some kind of inherent element in the way most people think and are motivated that i must almost certainly be missing. i have wondered many times if i might be some flavor of what many secular people would call "asexual," or what many Christians would call "having the gift of singleness"--a phrase on which i have so many thoughts that it warrants a whole post all on its own.
"give it time, you just haven't found the right person yet." sure. maybe. i have no concrete evidence, since it's difficult to gather concrete evidence for personal mental trends in comparison to others' personal mental trends. it's also much more difficult to prove that something isn't there than proving that something is there. as an example, many people first start experiencing sexual attraction when they're in their early teens. it was something i thought about as little as possible outside of health class. many people start dating in high school. but i mean, i pretty much kept my head down and did my work, which kept me pretty focused. many people start getting into serious romantic relationships in college. when i was 19, it started occurring to me that maybe it wasn't really normal for someone my age to still find the idea of sex vaguely repulsive. and now, as increasing numbers of my friends are getting married (or planning to), it's hard not to think about the fact that at 24 (almost 25), i have never actually dated anyone, and the closest i've felt to sexual attraction was thinking that if one specific person wanted to kiss me, maybe i wouldn't object, more out of curiosity than anything. the point is, i think my perspective is not typical.
a couple other elements about my romantic history (or, more pertinently, my lack thereof): i have had a few of what i would define as crushes before, one of which may borderline on being too intense for the connotations associated with the word, but that's not the point. i do not crush easily. i have had roughly two people express interest in dating me before, but in both situations, i was not romantically attracted to the person, and did not want to force myself to manufacture feelings for them. why try to force a situation to become more complicated? that's what i thought the one time i was friends with the one asking--that's probably pretty revealing about my mindset.
so it's not impossible that someone could be interested in me in that way. and it's not impossible for me to be interested in someone else in that way, though maybe it's complicated. but the odds of both of those things happening, let alone in a situation where it would actually be a good idea to form a close relationship with that person, seem to me to be so astronomically improbable that it seems most likely that i will always be single. yes, i understand that that doesn't necessarily follow. it's still difficult to believe.
it's also difficult not to make value statements based on that line of thinking. "why would anyone like me?" "is there something wrong with me that i'm blind to?" and that sort of thing. again, i know it doesn't follow. it's one of those things i keep having to fight with the weapon of logic on days like today. it's not actually about the relationship, but what being in one says about you. man, i hate that.
it's worth noting that i know people whose greatest desire is to be married. it's the relationship they want more than anything, more even than the person they would be in relationship with. with me, it's different. i think marriage is a beautiful institution, valuable for all sorts of reasons, and i would not be against it for myself eventually. but frankly, it terrifies me, which is more than enough for me not to take it lightly. but. the most intense desire for a romantic relationship i've ever had was not even specifically for the relationship. what i wanted was that person's affection, his preference. a unique kind of comradeship. his partnership and company--even if in a group setting. obviously, those are all elements of a healthy romantic relationship, but most of them are not unique to that context. furthermore, before that point, i was perfectly content being single. it wasn't the relationship i wanted, but the person.
more to the point (finally!): it's not being single that bothers me. it's just that the more things change and people get married and even start families, the more conscious i become of the unsteady nature of my situation. everyone moves on, and most people grow apart eventually. nothing can change that fact, but part of the idea of marriage is that that person is essentially your traveling buddy. where you go, they go, what you do, they do. your interests and concerns become their interests and concerns, and your lives become entwined. you probably have more problems with this person than with any other, but there's no longer any question of that being the issue that separates you, because you have made an agreement in no uncertain terms to stick together. (i'm not naïve about divorce, but that's not what i'm talking about right now. i'm not speaking to the breaking of a covenant, but to the lack of one.)
the thing is, you could say the same of a family member, or a really close platonic friend. it's just that in this time and place, almost nobody does that. i have two close friends that live far away for grad school. we have a rough plan that, supposing we are all still single, we will move in together once they're finished, maybe even buy a house. provided we're all still single. the thing is, even if all that happened, part of our agreement would almost certainly include that if someone decided to get married at some future season, they absolutely would not be held to their platonic friendship house. which, in a way, brings us right back to the ever-present possibility that your traveling buddies will suddenly travel somewhere else. and as much as that makes me uncomfortable, i don't think i would necessarily want to be held to that either. even if i were against getting married in this present day, i still wouldn't bet on that desire for marriage and family never growing in me. but commitment isn't rooted in desire--if it were, it would be superfluous. so what should a commitment of friendship look like?
tl;dr: permanence is an illusion, and it's high time i accept it and learn to embrace the change, if possible. yet, commitment is still virtuous and important--it's more a question of who you're committing to, and our culture has little context for platonic commitment. and i have no idea what i want or expect about romance in my life, if anything.
there are days when i feel like everything good i've ever known, or imagined, or imagined i've known, is just a wisp, only to be replaced by a reality of pain and danger and pitch darkness. my heart is pulled in every direction and it's going to rip in so many pieces.
i know the light is there--there is an end to the tunnel. i just can't always see it.
welp! time for bed!
date of composition: circa 2021
i want you to tell me there’s nothing wrong with me . . . and mean it.
i want you to tell me truthfully why i’m different, or at least why i feel different.
i want you to tell me i won’t always feel like an absolute space alien everywhere i go.
i want you to tell me that it makes sense that this season is hard, but that it won’t always be like this.
date of composition: circa 2021
i do not believe that “leaning into Christ” or “trusting God through your circumstances” primarily means superimposing my idea of what i think God is doing onto my situation. if God truly is the answer, he doesn’t need me to smush him into a question that makes that work. but i think what it means instead is searching out God’s character, and truly caring in the situation. he doesn’t need me to solve things, only to be open to him providing a way i didn’t know about.
lie: the struggles you are going through are unique to you
lie: you are less interesting, fun, competent, enjoyable, and valuable than others around you.
lie: your value is proven by the reactions of others to you.
it's always odd, these reunions.
like re-learning how to ride a bike. yes, it's the same in theory, but what if i fall? or maybe it's like a dance at first. each of us is so alert, paying absolute attention to the other's steps, anxious to sync up.
and then at last we do, and we can breathe easy.
once again, we can talk, not just to update, but to commune. once again, we can laugh, not just simultaneously, but together. we are free to share our interests, our stories, our time, our space, our lives.
you are merely you, and i am merely me, neither with any pretense.
the world is at rest here. everything feels natural and right once more, as it once was and was always meant to be.
and then the time comes when we must part. and in that moment sinks the full weight of how much i will, no, i already do miss you.
how on earth can i bear this?
i've managed to ignore the absence of your warmth, the unpretending and unshowy nature of your cherishing. your unwavering and unconditional regard for me. the ease of being around you. your deep and comprehending mind. your pure smile.
your face is right in front of me, and i miss it.
i tell you so, but the moment slips through my fingers like water. the present is already past.
i say Good Night, because to say I Love You would be not only insufficient, but impossible. but then i think better of it. i say the words anyway, in case my impossible meaning could reach even just a little bit closer to the Truth, though my words could never make you understand.
but as you return them, your face tells me that you do.
and then it's over, and we're gone. and i must learn again from scratch how to live with only the vapor of you.
a couple of thoughts:
forgiveness is NOT the same as reconciliation, which is something i didn't realize until recently.
that being the case, having to face forgiving someone really gives me a new perspective on God's justice system. i understand so much better now.
and the prospect of forgiving wrongs is somewhat easier when i direct my rage at the real enemy. i may be full of spite, but maybe i can be motivated to forgive out of spite toward the evil that keeps screwing up this beautiful world.