Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Desert
I was better at writing than speaking.
Now it's just conversations in my head about my thoughts about this and that. About this omg awesome new... whatever.
I used to have conversations with people, but that was before my computer died and my current router hating me.
I used to do a lot of things.
I finally got access to my old Ubuntu harddrives from when my computer died in 2008. I missed trying to figure out how to make it work. I missed playing around and feeling like "I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!!" I missed feeling smart about my computer use. I miss my linux.
I miss my geek friends from IRC and other places. Cause I'm a shut in almost. Oh, I go to work, and out occasionally, but I rarely talk to people outside J.
I hate this.
It's almost like my skin is exposed. I feel raw and incomplete. I want to disappear into the world and reemerge in a few weeks refreshed and with a better router. I need a vacation from people so I can get back to me.
It's times like these where I wished I lived alone.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
(444)
"Another war is always coming, Robert. They are never properly extinguished. What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. The threat of violence, the fear of violence, or actual violence is the instrument of this dreadful will. You can see the will to power in bedrooms, kitchens, factories, unions, and the borders of states. Listen to this and remember it. The nation-state is merely human nature inflated to monstrous proportions. QED, nations are entities whose laws are written in violence. Thus is ever was, so ever shall it be. War, Robert, is one of humanity's two eternal companions."
So, I asked, what was the other?
"Diamonds."
-- Cloud Atlas David Mitchell
Friday, June 24, 2011
(510-110)
Monday, June 20, 2011
(458)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
I would name another cat after him
Yes, yes, you can say "well, we all are." But, you aren't moving to a hospice facility, and you know where you are, who your loved ones are.
And writing seems so empty.
I can't express this feeling, you just know it. If you've watched a very sick loved one fall apart, you just know. It's not an experience you can tie up in words.
It's a tightness of the chest.
The tears you hold back so the rest of the family doesn't all burst into tears.
It's the feel of the bottom of the tissue box.
The taste of cold coffee and vending machine snacks at 930pm.
It was the feeling in February when he was in the hospital the last time, right before his birthday and I silently made a prayer, "please don't let him die before he can read that stupid Jean Auel book he's been asking about since I've worked at a bookstore." And it's the knowing that even though he got the book, he's been too sick to read very far. And you know he never will.
It's that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when he asks for you, and about some books, and you have no idea what he's talking about.
It's watching your aunts and mother cry.
(which hurts more in a way)
So, Tristan Allen is keeping me company. Along with Bach. And the cloudy April sky.
It's a small comfort.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Words of Wisdom
Read and repeat multiple times a day.
Welcome to the Dollhouse
I've begun to question who I am.
Personally, I blame my marathon viewing of the only two seasons of Dollhouse.
But there's more.
In the course of a few weeks last year, I had my boss bring up my bipolarness in a closed door reprimand meeting; my boyfriend's best friend explain away why I was angry as being bipolar instead of being angry at the situation at hand; and my boyfriend's therapist (whom I have never met) tell my boyfriend that I'm not bipolar.
I've rebuilt my life back in 2004 when I was diagnosed. I felt whole. The missing piece was finally there. I could explain myself to people and more importantly, to myself. Hi, I'm Kelly. I'm bipolar. It's who I was. It's who I am. It made me get help and come to terms with aspects of my personality that I didn't want to. It made me better.
Fastforward to 2010/2011: I've been off any pysch-meds for going on two years. I take my vitamin D and a multi-vitamin and for the most part, I'm fine. But I still swing, my stress levels rise like a flash flood and the dam breaks.
I asked Jack yesterday if he ever felt like he needed a vacation from life. And he responded with asking if our relationship was working out.
And it all makes me wonder what's in my head and what's not. And should I just go with my reality of things because, well, I can't have another.
And as long as I'm breathing, that's good right? And where do I go from here? And is this all exacerbated because I have a small fever?
And I can't get the Dollhouse theme out of my head.