tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42099011292901314362011-07-29T05:25:11.961-04:00'Failure is the only opportunity to begin again more intelligently.' --Henry FordThe Begin Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00879347696817388732noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209901129290131436.post-87035357191699164252009-03-21T14:45:00.002-04:002009-03-21T14:52:48.957-04:00

I have your Proust book.You're not an underliner.We've read these pages.

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Me: I really wish we could all, you know...Brother: Talk about our issues as a family?Me: Yeah, as a unit.Brother: Well that would be nice, but you know there's always that one chink in the armour.Me, Brother: (mutual OMG! look)Brother: Did I just say chink?Me: Yeah (looking around), ugh way to go.Brother: Shit, I just said chink in a Chinese restaurant.Me: Jesus! Where is your fucking tact?*sigh*

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Mum: What do I do now? Your sister is at a Xenos meeting.Me: What the fuck! Oh no.Mum: She asked if I would be mad. I said she can make up her own mind. But she is totally vulnerable to that crap.Me: Good call. Brainwashing is all the rage. HOW do you survive teenagers?Mum: Drugs and alcohol.

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I think there will be moments in every day, forever, when I feel absence so keenly that it will crush the air from my lungs. Cause me to stumble. To feel utterly bereft.I am slowly moving again.

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It is from the turning point that we should examine the path we have covered. In measuring its serpentine curves and paradoxical zigzags, we may learn something as to the next step to take. For one thing is certain at least, in the midst of so many staggering uncertainties: the next step will carry us into new land with landscapes and conditions as they have never been seen before. Nobody can

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That's the hardestCoupled with finding and losing your reflectionIn the deepest pools of blue and greenNow is just treading waterHead above the peaksAnd ride the waves to a calmer currentWhere they're not all deserted islands

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and I missed it. The annoying thing is that you will convince yourself that it is a good sign...I am moving on, having fun, not waiting for you. What I was really doing was sleeping. I set my phone to silent because I figured you were home--comfortable, and I didn't want to be bothered by other people. I haven't moved on, I've retreated into the darkest corner of my mind in hopes that I will find

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I skipped out of work early to take my little brother to the book fair. Mum doesn't have the time, and he was really paranoid that if he didn't get there soon all of the really good selections would be gone. I asked him, 'What do you need, Bill Shakespeare, Bob Frost, Wilde, Dahl?'-- you know the classics, what I was brought up on -- he excitedly reminded me that there was a new panda book he

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I will wash dishes while eating. It's a mad race to the finish.

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Thank god for this commercial, because I haven't laughed this hard in some time.

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I would never take a family photo and leave them out of it.I would never ask you to put aside their needs for my own.I would never make them feel like they were outcasts.I would never let them think they were just visitors.I would never leave them wondering if it was their fault.I would never...

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You know how right before you start recycling you think about how it's just not convenient for you-- right at this moment? Then, once you get started it's all encompassing. It's as if every bottle of water you buy has guilt attached to it, and it ends up in your backseat instead of a trashcan.These little moments add up. It's just never the right time to leave unhappiness behind you. I am

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Movies, dinners, and drinking alone is enough to make any girl cry. Are you a mother? Are you a devoted wife? I count causality and misfortune, and have become misguided about such things. Crying doesn't do a bit of good anymore. By the time I get through a box of tissues, all I have to look forward to is another trip to the market with a puffy face. He was right when he asked himself, 'How do I

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Doldrums in delay: Welcome little one.Infant Joy "I have no name;I am but two days old."What shall I call thee?"I happy am,Joy is my name."Sweet joy befall thee!Pretty joy!Sweet joy, but two days old.Sweet Joy I call thee:Thou dost smile,I sing the while;Sweet joy befall thee!--William Blake

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Ex: feeling better?me: nopeEx: anything in particular or just life at large?me: life, and lots of things in particularEx: well, I'm sorry you are having a shitty day.me: thanksEx: sure. I found out I have scoliosis.me: does it mean anything?Ex: a life of pain?me: Sorry.Ex: it's OK. I suppose there are worse things.me: like deathEx: basically, or amputation. I'm just pissed that I got this old

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Sometimes I still catch myself making an instinctual turn, and it's like a punch in the gut when I have to take the next alley to avoid a glimpse of my former home. My new home is functional. I have what I need, I am blessed. I have dusted and scraped every inch of what I feel is practical and respectable for me to do in my apartment. The hard truth is it will never be home. I have lived in some

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of what is now a very customized utensil. Cold brilliance. I spend every moment of the day in full conversation that is too fast or too complicated to write down. Many letters sit in my drawer with black ink and a precisely slanted signature. The sentiment seems promising.Presence of mind. I remember everything about how it felt to crawl under white sheets and into hot showers. My hand perfectly

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Cardinal rule: Don't make decisions concerning your hair when you are rejected by love.

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to read your words, and feel that low vibration in the pit of my stomach when I repeat them out loud. Sometimes I'll be feeling especially vacant, and then I'll remember the last time I got this low--your words were there. Anxiety and a quiet commotion when I settle in to devour another three lines, occasionally five.I forgot what it's like with this storm over my head. In repose, a brilliant

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2007 is finally over and to my surprise I am not in the booby-hatch, haven't died from crying induced dehydration, and I didn't end up living as a vagabond. All in all I'd say I escaped mostly intact.I had a really hard time deciding how to ring in the new year. After a weekend of channel surfing and pyjama wearing my father put a box of Kleenex in front of me and said, 'cheer up, I'll make you a

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If I can think of you in these ways then maybe, just maybe I will move forward enough to replace the sadness. I often wonder what difference does another day or week matter, the change in my heart seems to be irreversible.So, as my only option I am trying to make the necessary maneuvers. A decision today to be without you tomorrow only leaves me with silence, but the memory of you lingers.

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It's a strange feeling knowing that it's just me. I'm the only one who is looking out for what's next. It's useful to know that someone else will be offended if I don't put the laundry away or scrub the bathroom sink regularly. It's encouraging to know that I will curl up in strong arms after a shit day at work. Now is a black hole, and I hate myself for minding.What's next? I appreciate the

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they come out eventually.

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Christmas lights in the backyard.Watching the fallen leaves fold and turn on the ground. No wind, only the movement from worms and other bugs. Watch it.Quiet mornings covered in snow. Those minutes before the chaos begins, the car is scraped, and the commuters blare horns in their hurry.Foggy windows in the kitchen from cooking.mulled ciderlong underpantsFireplaces, space heaters, and the heat

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'When you look up our family name in the genealogy it means, "Loves suffering and drama." I'm pretty sure there is a photo of you next to it with pointed arrows that says, "Not retarded." I couldn't be sure but it's likely that our surname came from the Latin word for "mental case."'

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women I love and look up to, women with children and families. I've wanted so much to be like these women. It's frustration and panic when you find yourself in the middle of the best feeling you've ever had and that easy comfort is threatened.Three women sit across from me drinking hot tea, laughing about the funny things their children say, about the new bedroom suite they just bought, and the

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Watching an old man look at porn on the Internet. How he found it I don't know. He's anxious and minimizes the browser every time it starts to get heavy. Pretty sure he's crazy. Worse than your typical dirty old pervert. Another man, older still, but much cleaner looking and smart in his cable knit sweater sits diagonal him. It crosses my mind that this is some kind of old pervert secret society

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comes over me; I can't quite explain the emptiness of a feeling.Absence and abundance can exist together.Sometimes I miss someone so much that it brings intense pain to my heart, unbearable sadness.The feeling is more about separation.Someone lives far away, someone so sewn into my heart that hearing his voice on the other end of the receiver is like another stitch--knot--cinch keeping us

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I don't know where to go from here. I am waiting and all you say is you are hurting because I am hurting.

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my words then I guess you can follow my descent into madness. I can't be too hard on myself when I look back at the last three years, I did my best. The only difficult part is that when I decided to move on to the next phase, the part where I'm happy, I didn't expect to meet you in the process. I never expected to find perfection so imperfect.How do you rationalize your connection to me?I don't

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The backward way I sit and wait for you to phone has me constantly anxious. What happens when I turn away and you aren't there on my return? I wonder what you are doing constantly and I marvel at how quickly you can become separated. I do it too, but are they both the same--this self preservation? I think that your other half is me and it's not the dominant one. I have lived in this uncertainty

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feels good.

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I promised myself that this new space would be for honesty. So it goes.I am miserable. How do I do this? So much inside my head that it's easier not to write at all. When I do, my finger hovers over the delete key. I'm so unsure about everything. Where has any amount of stability I ever had gone? I am not so good at taking care of myself after all. Where is my courage?I am falling apart over here

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another trip built in anticipation is goneand the pain of anxiety replaces itNo more days tied to the calendar in preparation for reunionNo more daysNow it's back to the slow choke of emotionquiet uneasiness and the knowledge of coupled lonelinessWhere does it travel next this love?Soon after we have another member to our circleand silently I watch the exitand the tiny crack of entry closesI know

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that I am physically in pain. Seriously, I can't move.All this waiting around.

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on my computer. I feel like a secret spy. I'm now wondering if putting FBI and SPY in this post is such a good idea...but then again who am I? Little insignificant me with her fingerprint file.They are my fingerprints for work. This isn't so interesting after all. At least I get a pause of joy seeing a file named FBI_fingerprints.doc on my desktop.That's something.

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My good friend is gay. This only happens in the movies or young adult fiction right? No, she is 33, a mother, a partner to Nip for 13 years, and now she is wearing her own hair for the first time. She feels like she has found all the little things about herself that she has forgotten. We've always known she likes women, we've always been OK with that, Nip is not. Not in the way she needs him to

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and there really aren't any happy endings. I think about what it must be like to be trapped in your life. I wonder where I would be now had my ex-husband and I had children. Would we still be together? I am lucky to be free. All the days flash by me now, sometimes a slow pan over one moment, a particularly lonely day, and then I remember how much lonelier I was when I was married.Not much has

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I had a fever all night. Tossing and turning, hot and cold. I had to get my own cold wash cloth. I can't remember a time when someone else took care of me when I was sick.He hasn't called today and there aren't any new emails in my inbox. What am I doing?

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I would like to have one of those racks in the kitchen that holds plates individually. As long as I have that I might as well have specific plates. Not plates with patterns, or squared edges, or scalloped designs, just white. Everything will be white, and the windowsill will be covered in potted herbs. I will never run out of uses for herbs. Outside the kitchen window, perfectly centered over the

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It’s all very sedentary now, this lifeI eat until I’m not hungry anymoreAnd then I shuffle aroundFinding my way back to the cupboardAnother nibbleOr a cigarette when I’m feeling guiltyIt’s all settled in nowThe excess around my middleA repercussion to my boredomMy body’s signal ofWaiting for lifeOf waiting for the futureDays turn into nightsOf courseAnd I am anxious as alwaysNow I don’t wait for

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It feels like a pregnancy with no joy at the end. There is no happy ending for me, no loving look into the eyes of the future, no hope. I fell in love again, but it's not the kind of love that gives you a sense of security. I can't plan my wedding or dream about babies, all I can do is hold on and wait for the eventual delivery. When it comes it will be sudden. Frequent endorphins make way for

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especially the ones he gives me. What will the fate of those books be? Will they sit on a shelf pairing with his? My paperback on heirloom tomatoes, his hardbound edition of England's Aubergines, both fluid and ripe with seeds of life and knowledge, I don't know, but somehow I fear for the future of these weighty books. Will I save them from the dusty shelves of the Salvation Army or the yard

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Right now I am overwhelmed with a great desire to break something. I think I could scream or cry, anything to release this trapped anxiety I have inside of me. My life is out of order. Finances, home, emotions, all of these things are weighing me down and I feel as though I am going to burst if I can't get a hold of something solid. I need something to grasp, something that tells me I will be OK.

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Today was another day in a string of long days and nights without focus. I am alone. Officially. Life seems to have found its way into a strange holding pattern even though there is no where to go but up now. Or so that is what I'm told daily. I'm thinking that many people would not like to be me, but then again I have nothing to keep me restrained, except for maybe debt. I am restrained. I am

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when I can't believe how lucky I am to have met youWhen I look in the mirror and I don't like what I see,I refocus and see what you doThere are moments when I feel like I finally found youAnd all the air can leave my lungs,And all the marks can refill from clamped fistsI don't remember how it feels to be scaredWhen we are together

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Coffee was steps away from the afternoon in bedFollowed by evening and a cool sense of fragmentsSomething else to do until the return of pleasureDreams of serenitySomething about each passing hour felt like eternity until theSuddenness of another newspaperA reminder of time passed and remainders to be addedThere were vacancies in moments where phone calls were answeredAnd hurried voices made

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when we are so far apart? I feel you. Lying in the grass, evening sun like a blanket over me. A crown of Queen Anne's Lace over stray hairs falling down around my shoulders. I can't believe we haven't been here before together. Not specifically just these correspondents, that patch of grass, but inside of the quiet moments. What am I to you? Pleasure and pain all at once. Both giving and

The Begin Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00879347696817388732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209901129290131436.post-65128601883281916652007-06-05T16:22:00.000-04:002007-06-05T16:30:21.251-04:00

a lot.probably.

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