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Showing posts with label all's fair in love and fish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label all's fair in love and fish. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Color Me Tragic

     
I don't make decisions, decisions make me. 

I am practically incapable of making any decisions in my life, and instead I permit life to sort of just unravel and occur around me and then I figure out how to fit myself in to it. 

I don't know what in the fucking hell is wrong with me.

I don't act, I react.

I don't think I've ever been in a situation where my actions weren't just my reactions to given circumstances that happen to present themselves.

I don't think ahead. I don't plan ahead. Shit, I don't even make a lunch for myself in the morning before I go to work because it doesn't occur to me that I'm going to be hungry in five hours. 

I've never planned for the future because I've been too busy surviving in the present.

I wouldn't know what it means to be happy if it stood up and punched me in the face. I understand what it means to be miserable and lonely and sad and depressed. Happy? I don't know if I know what that feels like. Which doesn't mean I haven't tried, I'm just so used to the other feelings and have become so comfortable and familiar with them over the past thirty years I've been on this earth that to be happy would be a push out of my comfort zone.

How does one even attain happiness? How does one even try to attain it? What does it even mean?

Was it that giggly, light-headed feeling I once had? Was happiness that time that I couldn't stop smiling? And that time that I wanted to just... melt? Was that happiness? And if so, how do I ever get that back?

You once called me "tragic". I don't doubt there's truth in that.

I just don't know any other way to be.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Meet me... in Montauk

             
Last night (late last night, I might add, yay!) I was watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (again), which, of course, got me thinking and prompted me to pose this question on Facebook:
"If you could permanently erase someone from your memory, would you?"
I was totally unprepared for the debate that followed. Before I share with you the Facebook convo, let me explain where I was coming from with this question. 


I very rarely regret anything in my life. In fact, I tend to regret the things I didn't do over the things that I did do. I truly believe that all the bad decisions and shit storms that have occurred in my life have made me who I am today. And, for the most part, I am happy with that.  

On the other hand, there are moments when I have a hard time getting over the good things and good people in my life that are no longer present. And yes, while it could be argued that they have also made me who I am, sometimes the good memories are just too painful to keep re-living. So yes, sometimes, I wonder if I wouldn't be better off not remembering what once was. 

And now onto the Facebook convo, because I'm sure you're all just dying to read it:

OBG If you could permanently erase someone from your memory, would you?

Barcelona Eternal Sunshine style? Hard to say. I've certainly considered it though! Ugh.

SMos No, however the reason we begin to forget or things become less clear over time is a human defense mechanism (Radiolab, 2009)

Barcelona A g r e e d .

OBG @ Barcelona- Yes, E.S. style. I'm more inclined to erase the good memories, not the bad ones
@ SMos- Huh. And when exactly does that start kicking in?

SMos hopefully soon ;)
Btw I ♥ the little boy's facial expression in your profile pic on the left

Minced Fish It seems to me that forgetting people is a pretty shitty defense mechanism. I wouldn't want to forget what I have learned from the people I would have been better off not knowing.

Conch Shell HELLA yes, with a capital hella.

OBG @ SMos- That's Ben. He and I are best buds.
@ Minced Fish- Good point. You are wise (good lord, don't tell anyone I said that).

OBG @ Conch Shell- :)

Twin Yes.

Twin No. I change my mind.

Mama A Defense mechanism? And here I thought it was just aging....

Hoopster Nah-everyone (even those who suck) turns you into who you are. Everything is a lesson learned. I look at it that way.

Foxy Lady YUP...

Capitol OH yeah...... I wish I could permanently erase 2 or so years!!!

BC I don't think so. No matter how much you may dislike someone, if it wasnt for them you wouldnt be who you are today. Pretty corny right?

Capitol Yeah really corny and I think there is some truth to that but you are who you are.... and I dont think that every person that comes into your life changes it.... I see hundreds of people everyday but I dont think they change my life at all.....

BC The fact that you just brought them up in conversation means that they have changed your life. Even people I have never met and have only seen in passing have changed my life. I like myself (for the most part) and I thank everyone for that, even that kid I got in a fight with in junior high school.

Capitol WOW.... thats really deep.... I'm still not sold... you watch too much Lifetime TV.... but thats cool.... I get it.... I guess

BC Well as long as you get it... I guess your life changed a little.

Beautiful Girl i'm so with you BC... you are who you are beacause of the experiances you've had... good, bad, and ugly!

Care to weigh in? What are your thoughts on the subject? Are there things, people or memories in your life you think you would be better off forgetting? Comment away!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

To Cohabitate or to Not Cohabitate?

That apparently, is the question.

When I first watched the movie Frida, one thing about Frida Kahlo's relationship with Diego Rivera really struck me. (Okay, well, a few things struck me, but I am only going to write about one thing here.) Kahlo and Rivera were married, but they did not cohabitate. In other words, they maintained separate residences. Often times they lived adjacent to each other. To be honest, the first time I heard about this, I was intrigued, but we are talking years ago so I quickly forgot about this. I recently (as in within the last four months) discovered that another famous couple also chose to maintain separate domiciles, Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton. I am a huge fan of their work, and when I heard they did not live together, I was again intrigued.

I proceeded to do a little research, and I discovered that not only are there millions of couples out there who do this, but there is also a term for it. It is called "Living Apart Together" (LAT), and it is a concept that is said to have originated in the Netherlands. Couples cite numerous different reason for choosing to live apart. Some LAT couples do so because of their jobs. Some do so because they have children from a previous marriage and combining households would be disruptive. Some LAT couples, like Kahlo and Rivera, live apart in order to pursue extra-marital affairs. And some couples just do it because they do not like the thought of living with someone else.

 These two were not about to give up their
whoring ways for anyone.

Let me explain why this whole LAT thing has me so intrigued. I lived with someone, off and on, for six years out of our nine year relationship. During those six years I learned more about the other person than I ever wanted to know, I gave up more of my personal space and time than I ever wanted to give up, and I had to compromise more than I was comfortable with in regards to decor, routine, and lifestyle. Of course, at the time, I was not aware of any of this. It was not until moving out that I had such a revelation.

I have never considered myself to be a selfish person, however, I have always known that I am a very private, introverted individual. I enjoy my alone time and I require a lot of it. I like the freedom of being alone. I like the freedom of being able to pick up my art supplies at 2 o'clock in the morning and drawing for three hours while in bed. I like the freedom of being able to hop in the car and run to the grocery store or the bookstore on a whim. I like the freedom of being able to eat a quickly thrown together dinner at 9 pm while reading a book, watching TV, and listening to the latest album I downloaded. Living with someone else makes this very difficult to do. Plus, I'm an insomniac, and being an insomniac and living with someone else do not work well together.

I am also a very visual person, and having things around me that I find to be visually pleasing makes me happy. It is very difficult for me to live with someone whose own style contrasts greatly with my own. As an artistic person, aesthetics is very important to me. To cohabitate with someone(s) who has little regard for colors, shapes, patterns and style, is highly aggravating. And to sacrifice my visual pleasure because of someone else's lack of taste is something I am not necessarily willing to do.* 

Some people argue that when you marry or just commit to another, you should then gather up your two separate lives and create a new, joint life together... as a couple. And you will then live happily ever after, together, forever. But of course, not without a lot of work. And not without some arguing and disagreeing and compromising. Once upon a time, I believed this as well, but as I venture through my journey of self-discovery, I am beginning to believe this less and less.

 See what these two have to say about their living
arrangements: Mr. and Mrs. Mad Hatter.

I have always maintained the philosophy that the most important thing in life is to be happy, regardless of what that entails. In my opinion, if you are happy, then your life is fulfilled. Call me naive, or just plain stupid, but I would rather be happy in life than living to just "make things work". I don't necessarily believe that one needs to make numerous compromises and give up parts of themselves in order to commit to another person. In fact, I think life would be better for everyone if people didn't feel forced to compromise and reluctantly sacrifice the things about them that make them unique individuals.

When people first meet, they meet as individuals. Throughout the dating process, people are more than willing to make some sacrifices in order to get to know each other. They go to dinner, they go to shows, they rent movies and cuddle on the couch. As time goes by, their lives become more and more entwined with each other. In a perfect world, the two individuals will mesh perfectly together with very little disturbance to their lifestyles. In reality, many couples give up a lot of who they were as individuals for the sake of the relationship. In my opinion, this is one of the most damaging things that can happen to a relationship.

When you give up your hobbies, your lifestyle, the things that make you happy, you become an entirely different person. You are no longer the individual that your partner met and fell in love with. Over time the magic, the excitement, the novelty disappears. There are numerous tips and guides out there that advise couples on how to recapture the magic and excitement in their relationships. Instead of trying to recapture something lost, how can couples prevent the loss in the first place? What is it about committing to someone for the long-haul that creates mundane relationships and complacency?

I know what did it for me. For me it was getting to know the other person too well. It was getting to know all the little details, bad habits and annoyances of the other person. It was about hearing all the same stories over and over and over again. It was experiencing the same things as the other person, living the same life and then having nothing new and exciting to talk about. It was about giving up the things that make me me. It was about feeling obligated, through no fault of the other person, but just by being in a relationship, to do everyday things together. All the time. It was the obligation of eating meals together. The obligation of finding things to do on the weekends together. It was the suffocating, confining, panicky feelings an introverted loner feels whenever they have to spend a majority of their time with other people, regardless of who they might be.**

Things didn't work out quite as well for this famous
LAT couple.

I admire the LAT couples of the world. I am envious that they can afford to maintain separate living quarters, but more importantly, I envy their ability to recognize the importance of preserving their relationship by preserving their individual lives and happiness. And if by doing so they have to live apart, I applaud them for their strength, confidence and trust in each other to make it work. Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera being the exception, of course. Their relationship was so destructive and toxic, I do not believe anything could have really helped their relationship to succeed. But maybe that worked for them. Different strokes and what have you.

Further reading:
Living Apart Together by Carrie Sloan


* This came off as sounding extremely pretentious. I apologize for that as I am very much not a pretentious person. Although at times I have my moments. It's just that I know what I like and I love what I like. And having personal preferences is not something I will apologize for.
** Or maybe I just wasn't ready. Maybe twenty-two was too young to move in with someone and make that kind of commitment. Maybe I didn't get the chance to live enough life as me before attempting to create a life with someone else. We may never know.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Dear Saturday,

You're lovely. This morning I slept in. If you count 8am as sleeping in. I awoke to a lovely thunderstorm. I actually really enjoy thunderstorms. And then I stayed in bed until 2pm, watching an ANTM marathon on the Oxygen channel (Cycle 14, which I really enjoyed. New judges... extra super-duper catty contestants). Yes, that's right, 2pm. Whatever. I totally can. Not like I've got anything else going on right now (did I mention I'm in a total funk lately?). That's when I decided to finally jump in the shower. Yay for me. Today has been highly unproductive, which is A-okay with me. I'm just happy I made it to the shower. I did some job searching as well. That was super fun. Seems no one's in the market for an art teacher lately. What're ya gonna do? I also worked on my painting some more. Here's another sneak peek...


Again, I'm super excited about how it's turning out. Presently (aside from painting) I'm watching The Holiday on TBS. I happen to really love this movie (don't tell anyone, please. I have a reputation to maintain. You know, that of an unloving, non-romantic, cold-hearted girl). I can't even begin to tell you how much I like this movie. It breaks my heart. I think I ♥ Jude Law too. But that's a post for another day.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to do some laundry and I 'm contemplating taking a trip to the mall to find some work clothes that actually fit me. There's nothing more embarrassing than subbing in a 7th grade art room and having to constantly pull your pants up. We'll see. I figure tomorrow might be a good day to go shopping. Seeing as how it's Mother's Day and all, everyone should be at home, enjoying the day, right?

In the meantime, I'm going to continue painting, enjoy my whiskey and try not to be an obsessive texter, which, at the moment, is really, really hard to do. I suppose we've all been there though, right?

Yeah...

Monday, April 19, 2010

If the fish curl fits...

                         
I know, I know, I know. I already posted today, but that was a lame-o post that probably belongs elsewhere (In fact, I did move it. You can now find it here. The bitterness was just too much for OBG.). I just had a moment that made me declare, out loud (and to myself), "I'm fickle." This, of course, reminded me of this little guy:

 (Source)

Remember this? The Fortune Teller Miracle Fish? It's purpose was to indicate your "romantic state." You placed the fish on your palm and watched how he curled up (or not). The way he curled told you if you were experiencing "jealousy", "indifference", "love", "fickle", "false", "passion", or the dreaded "dead one."

I had one of these for YEARS. I kept him in the top drawer of my dresser and referred to him often. I can't recall where he came from, but I DO recall that he always gave me the same results (much like mood rings, which always turned black for me).

Yup! That's right. I was always "fickle".
   

fick·le

[fik-uhl]
–adjective
1. likely to change, esp. due to caprice, irresolution, or instability; casually changeable: fickle weather.
2. not constant or loyal in affections: a fickle lover.
   
Uh... yup! That would be me! And to think, that little red cellophane fish knew all along. Hey, at least it wasn't "dead one". There may be hope for me yet.

I probably could have saved myself (and others) years of trouble if I had just listened to my fish instead of getting pissed off at him and shoving him in my mouth every time he curled up "fickle" (yes, I actually put him in my mouth when I was mad at him. It seems I have an oral fixation. I would prefer not to talk about it.)

(I think I might pick me up some of these. That way I will always know how other people feel. I'm a genius, I tell ya, a genius.)
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