I Promise to Commit No Acts of Violence…


or: “The Way I Grow Up”

Since the last post was from January, I don’t think that anyone will mind at all that I am posting out of turn.  I doubt, also, that anyone reads this blog anymore, if ever they did.

The last two months are a little hazy.  I lost two people very dear to me.  It is funny to me to say TWO people dear to me, although I really do mean it to each of them in their own way.

Jenni and I split.  It was ugly.  We were both right to be angry, we both fucked up pretty bad.  Some of her things are still here waiting to be moved out.  It makes it harder, just because I know it will all be gone soon.  I pretty much know what is hers and I am trying to get the table outside cleaned off so that when she comes, she won’t have to be here that much longer.  I told her I didn’t want to be here when she got the rest of it; it’s hard for both of us, but mostly I’m thinking about me.  I don’t want to see her.  I get too angry and I’m trying to lose that part of myself.

I have been using my time not working to do a lot of soul searching.  I am broke.  I’m using my brother’s computer.  A lot of my time is spent gardening, hiking, cooking, playing with my dog, and sometimes just sitting in the sun, closing my eyes, and thinking.  A lot of thinking.

When my dad died everything changed for me.  It has just become embedded in every thought I have.  It makes me sad often, and every once in a while i break down and sob uncontrollably.  I have avoided doing it in front of other people so far; it’s rather unbecoming.  It has made my mood a little more erratic, but it could have also to do with everything else that is going on.  Little by little I am losing my mind, but each instance convinces me that little by little I am just becoming the person I was always meant to be.


One thought on “I Promise to Commit No Acts of Violence…

  1. Actually, there’s at least me who reads this blog any more.

    Been there, done that, in both cases. It doesn’t make any difference what kind of death it is – it’s just as hard to deal with.

    I’ve learned not to give advice in such situations. I hate people who do it to me, although I try and smile and be polite. But I will pass on a tip a friend gave me that was amazingly useful.

    She said: You need to do more living and less thinking. So here’s what you do. You pick a song that seems to embody where you want to be, and you start listening to it. Like, all the time. Every time you start having those negative thoughts, or start dwelling on what happened, or are sure life’s over, start listening.

    I’ll be darned if it didn’t help, and then work.
    For me, it was Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life”. After a couple of weeks of that, it started to make me feel better and then started to change my actions. And it always was there.

    So. Shoreacres’ word of wisdom. Even the act of choosing the song can be pretty interesting.

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