bezelnut
01 August 2006 @ 04:21 pm
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Alright, so here's the thing. I have been doing the best I have been in more than a year, and there is nothing I want more than to stay doing the best I have been doing. The first thing I did that really helped me was I got rid of all the people that consistently hurt me, or left me feeling disappointed in any way, without balancing that by making me feel happy and accepted part of the time. See: cancellation of LJ account, disappearance on AIM, etc. I know, I know, that's isolation, but it's not. That's not how I see it. I see it as removing myself from the situations that typically lead to my feeling sad. And it's not really isolation either, because I still talk to the people that make me happy.
I stopped going on AIM because it makes me really really sad to see all my friends on and not caring enough to talk to me. So if I take away they're opportunity to talk to me, then I can't get sad about them not talking to me. It sounds stupid, I know, but it works.
I canceled my LJ account for almost the same reason, but not quite. There are situations on AIM that really, really make me sad. For example, people thinking things that aren't about them are about them. No one has even bothered to ask if anything specific was about them before they go on to make me feel like shit, even though nothing was originally about them! So since it made me feel like shit, I took myself out of the situation.
Now, lately I have been doing so well I thought I could handle coming back to those things that I took myself away from; however, people still insist on making me feel like shit (for reasons that have been essentially made up!).
People still think things not about them are about them.
I went back on AIM and someone had to remind me why I wanted to get away from him.
So I'm leaving. And that's why. Call me a bitch. Call me selfish. Write your long comments. I don't care. I am committed to making myself feel better. So fuck the rest of you that keep bringing me down.
 
 
bezelnut
This article literally made me cry: abortionunderseige

If you need some background before you bother to read it, the article is about protesters on a mission to shut down the last remaining abortion clinic in Mississippi, but it is more than that. These activists equated Islam, homosexuality, and abortion to Nazism. They were all cheering around a grill as the Koran was ripped to shreds and then burned. On the subject of Islam the lead protester said, "With this issue we have three choices. We can either kill them, be killed by them, or we can convert them to Christ." Why are these the only options? How can this man even believe that those are the only ways to handle an opposing viewpoint? I understand the door-to-door, Jehovah's Witnesses-type spread-the-word-of-Christ. I can respect that. They believe in their religion and want other people to see the same way they do. I don't see anything wrong with that. This man, Flip Benham, has said that one major option to deal with Islam is to kill them. And he has the balls to call Muslims Nazis?
Something else that really bothered me was their opposition to homosexuality. Just like with the Koran, the activists tore a Rainbow flag apart before burning the shreds. How do these people live with such hate in their hearts?
Another issue I cried for was the children in attendance of this showcase of hatred. To live under the constant expression of such distaste is to grow up to become another of these protesters. They can't know anything else. They will so blindly believe what their fathers and mothers teach them that they will have no doubt in their mind that what is being done is the only morally right thing to do. It also makes me curious as to the conditions of the adult activists' childhoods. And also makes me wonder what makes people become one of them. What ever happened to Jane Roe? How did such a great liberator of women's rights become just another hate monger?
I probably don't know enough about this issue to be standing on this soap box. I should learn more about an issue before I make a judgment like that. I just felt so strongly I needed to get it out somehow.

Here is the website for OhSaratoga, mentioned in previously cited article. i have written to the organization, you may do the same.
 
 
The Emotion: melancholy
 
 
bezelnut
30 July 2006 @ 02:00 pm
Yesterday was absolutely amazing. I can't remember when I've had a better day. Mom and Dad trusted New Friend enough to ask him to drive me home from the mall, and then he stayed at the house for a bit. This is a big deal. I was pretty sure they were never going to trust me again. At all. This is a small victory. And I didn't fuck it up. I've been good.
When I was waiting for him at the mall I saw two people I used to hang around with. They said hello as they passed by but didn't even bother to stop. I really don't think they care that we haven't spoken in months. But that didn't even really bother me, because now I have a better friend.
It's amazing how much better it is to have one good friend than a million shitty ones. I'm much happier now, and I seem to be doing much better in all situations. I'm back to reading a zillion pages a day, and I do work around the house without being asked. I've also been writing a lot. A Lot.
 
 
bezelnut
29 July 2006 @ 03:06 pm
I was told something very interesting recently. New Friend commented that my taste in music was very diverse, more diverse than his or any of his friends'. This surprised me. Should it have? On my computer I have everything from Laura Nyro to Bikini Kill, Louis Armstrong to Children of Bodom, Bob Marley to the Buzzcocks, but in a previous relationship I remember persistantly being told that I was very extremely closed-minded in my musical selection. I believe I was told this because I did not agree whole-heartedly with the person's taste. Does that make me closed-minded? I remember in the beginning I was considerably disrespectful towards the genre, but as time went on I thought it was better just to sit in silence, neither praising nor expressing my distaste. Could that just be my selfish tendency to view myself in the best light possible?
I find this doubly interesting because this particular person also used to tell me to celebrate my individuality and to not change myself for the best interest of others. Was this a hypocritical statement on the person's part? Am I reading too much into a trvial situation? Maybe, but I believe it is just more evidence to say that the relationship left me feeling belittled, unimportant, and wrong.
 
 
The Emotion: Reflective
The Music: My "diverse" taste in music
 
 
bezelnut
27 July 2006 @ 08:09 pm
So if it matters, I've been doing really, really well. A few weeks ago I lost count of how long it had been since I hurt myself, when that happened I was at six weeks. I've been doing so well that my therapist doesn't want to see me again for three weeks. I get along better with my parents, and I've kept a really great friend since the start of May. I haven't even talked to anyone besides him and my family in a pretty considerable amount of time. And I'm OK with that. I'm happy without anyone else.
 
 
The Emotion: happy
 
 
bezelnut
07 June 2006 @ 07:32 pm
I'm at my old math teacher's house, babyistting yet again. I came straight here after drums, and I still have a billion zillion hours of homework to do. It's going to be a long night....
The little girl is playing with my drum sticks. It's taking a lot to convince her that actually making music with them is a bit mroe than just hitting everything at random.  Now she's trying her hand at a magic trick. It's horrible. But it's cute. 
I look at you...and I'm home.
This movie is making me sad. Grr. Stupid Disney movies . 
She wants to know if i can jump rope....I couldn't jump rope when that was the cool thing to do on the playground
I saw some kids with Tomagachies (is that how you spell it?) at the music center today. I remember begging my parents for one of those about nine years ago...now Shannon's doing the same thing....ah nostalgia....
Nine more days of school....So close....Cannot wait.
 
 
The Music: The sounds of Finding Nemo