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September 29th, 2009

The last time I cried was Sunday.

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The good news is, I think I'm all out of tears. 

I wish I could skip this part and go straight to two years down the road, where we can speak to each other as old friends, and remember only the good things, not the pain, and look back on things with perspective and realize that this was the best thing for both of us.  I know this wasn't easy for him, but I suppose it's nice to have the distraction of someone new to run to.  At least he's not lonely. 

The ironic part is, several months ago, I would have told you that if I could have turned the tables, and let him decide he needed to leave me, so that I would be the one who was hurt and NOT him, I would have done it in a second.  Guess I got what I wanted. 

My mind plays tricks on me these days.  Telling me it was because I gained weight, because I didn't dress up enough, all these superficial shallow reasons.  It hurts to believe these things, but the alternative is to realize that he just fell out of love with me, and I think that's an even worse blow to the ego than anything else. 

By the way, I'm venting here because I assume no one who is offended or made to feel awkward by this reads livejournal anymore... if someone is reading it and being made to feel awkward, please let me know, and I'll figure something else out. 

September 22nd, 2009

It's amazing what five years DOESN'T mean...

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Taking a cue from my last post, almost a year ago, the title is similar.

Five years (alone) does not mean:
That you know someone
That you can depend on them
That they will behave as a quality human being
That they care about you in any way that really matters

I guess what I'm saying is, do not be fooled into trusting unconditionally or depending on someone with the mere passage of time.  Rather, the gift of your love and trust should be dependent on a conglomeration of factors.  What has this person done in the past to suggest that when the going gets rough, they'll run or stay?  What has happened in the past to suggest that they are not someone who will work with you, compromise with you?  If someone refuses to work with you and compromise with you, you are forced into terrible situations in which your support of them is dependent on giving up everything important to you, and if you refuse, you are inevitably the remembered as the villain.  When considering the terribly important gift of true trust and who you choose to give it to, be always vigilant to the person's behavior, with others as well as yourself.  While someone may prefer to be around you over various others, in the end, their general treatment of humans will predict their general treatment of you.  What I mean by this is that if you consistently witness someone lie, manipulate, and display selfish behavior, no matter how much they profess to care about you, eventually they will lie to you, manipulate you, and behave selfishly with you. 

Often, when we have known someone for years, our memory of their mere presence during good times and the bad in our lives tricks us into thinking that, "They were there through thick and thin, that must mean something."  But this is not necessarily true.  While they were perhaps physically there, were they there in support of you?  Or just in mere presence?  What did they do for you?  I'd say we each go through about one 'personal crisis' per year, and a person's behavior with you during these crises speaks volumes about their true dedication to you.  Note that I say BEHAVIOR, not mere presence or the superficial appearance of support.  I would say, at this point in my life, that if someone behaviorally bails on you more than once, it's time to let go of whatever you had invested in this friendship or relationship.  For example, who was there to hold you when you cried, and who was sticking their head in the sand because it made them uncomfortable? 

Do not ignore these things simply because you have already invested so much time and effort into something.  If I start work on a house, and realize at some point in my work that what I have done will in no way ever be structurally sound and fit for long-term, I cannot simply ignore this fact and continue the project to completion only because I can't bear the fact that I have wasted this time, energy, and resources.  The only way to build a good house will be for me to briefly mourn the loss of my time and effort, then systematically demolish what I have already done (since it is fatally flawed), and begin again from the ground up, perhaps with new materials and greater insight into what mistakes I can avoid.  But I can never have a safe and comfortable home if I use the same method I did before.  Long story short?  Cut your losses.  Cry if you must, but only briefly, and begin again.  We are all living on borrowed time, and to live in willful ignorance of this fact will leave you bitter and sad for all you could have done while you were futilely trying to make a broken house into a place you could live. 

Additionally, the best predictor of future behavior?  Past behavior.  Never forget this.  Sometimes people change, but this is EXTREMELY rare, and cannot be counted upon.  Better to assume that you are not the exception. 

Fin. 

"Foolish Games," by Jewel

You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You're always crazy like that
And I watched you from my window
Always felt I was outside, looking in on you

You were always the mysterious one
With dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive,
But too cool to care...

You stood in my doorway with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather

Well, in case you failed to notice
In case you failed to see
This is my heart, bleeding before you
This is me down on my knees

These foolish games are tearing me apart
And your thoughtless prayers are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart.

You were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes
And talking over coffee
Your philosophies on art, baroque moved you,
You loved Mozart
And you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that are daring, things that are clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean

I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line, I must have gone off track with you
Excuse me--  think I've mistaken you for somebody else...
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself

These foolish games are tearing me apart
And your thoughtless prayers are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart.

You took your coat off, and stood in the rain--
You're always crazy like that...

December 14th, 2008

It's amazing what five years can mean...

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I just finished reading the entire archive of my Livejournal.  I started keeping it back in 2003, when I was sixteen years old.  I strongly recommend everyone do the same sometime...if, that is, they wrote regularly and personally enough to provide some insight into who they are.

It seems that up until I turned about 18, every other day was such a crisis.  The world was always falling apart, and there were no small problems.  Back then I never believed what people said about being a teenager... now I do.  

That's not to say I didn't have legitimate emotional and mental problems.  Clinical depression was and still is a reality for me.  But that doesn't mean I didn't go through all the regular teenage trials and tribulations... my particular mental illness simply made them worse, I think.

While I'm certainly not done growing yet, and I'm certainly not a perfect person (nor do I think I ever want to be!), I feel that I have leagues more perspective about most things now.  Somehow, somewhere, I gained the ability not to 'sweat the small stuff' quite so much.  I wish that sixteen-year-old me had twenty-one-year-old me to talk her through some things.  But then, knowing me, I probably wouldn't have listen. 

I don't miss the silliness and the melodrama.  I do, however, miss the way younger Kristen would throw caution to the wind and hop onstage with reckless abandon.  It was always what I loved most, where I felt I belonged.  Now I'm lucky if I can get to the theatre as part of the audience once a month or so. 

I love studying Psychology, I really do.  I find it fascinating and would love the opportunity to be able to help other people with it.  But I would love to try acting professionally... maybe move somewhere after I get my undergraduate degree and spend a year pursuing acting as a career, and then, when I'm starved and thin, apply to grad school to become a clinical psychologist.  Or, best-case scenario, I'm a highly successful actress.  

Life certainly does go on... and time certainly does march on...

October 2nd, 2008

Hm. Guess I should have got behind Ron Paul when I had a chance. LoL

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You are a

Social Liberal
(71% permissive)

and an...

Economic Conservative
(68% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Libertarian




Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test
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Inspiration

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Instructions for Life

1.  Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2.  When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3.  Follow the three R's:
     Respect for self
     Respect for others and
     Responsibility for all your actions
4.  Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5.  Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6.  Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7.  When you realise you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8.  Spend some time alone every day.
9.  Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
10.  Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11.  Live a good, honorable life.  Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12.  A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13.  In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation.  Don't bring up the past.
14.  Share your knowledge.  It's a way to achieve immortality.
15.  Be gentle with the earth.
16.  Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
17.  Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18.  Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
19.  Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
        ~Dalai Lama

"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly."
        ~Buddha

May 12th, 2008

"Come Undone"

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by Robbie Williams 

So unimpressed, but so in awe
Such a saint, but such a whore
So self-aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adamant. . .

I'm contemplating thinking about thinking
It's overrated, just get another drink in
Watch me come undone.

They're selling razor bladed and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum.
And I'm your son.
I come undone. . .

So rock-n-roll, so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well-trained, so animal
So 'need your love,' so 
'FUCK YOU ALL.'

I'm not scared of dying 
I  just don't want to
If I stop lying, I'd just disappoint you
I come undone...

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum.
And I'm your son.

So write another ballad, mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday, buy a yacht on Saturday,
It's a love song
A love song...

Do another interview, sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities that I despise
Who sing love songs
We sing love songs
So sincere. . .

So sincre.

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
The young pretend you're in the clouds above the sea

I come undone.
I am scum--
Love,
Your Son. 

March 7th, 2008

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And I'm still allowed to come home!  Woohoo!

Heh, heh...

January 5th, 2008

What a cool guy.

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 "It is a fundamental tenet of the Republican Party that government ought not intrude in the private lives of individuals where no state purpose is served, and there is nothing more private or intimate than who you live with and who you love." 
-Lee Sherman Dreyfus, Wisconsin Governor 1979-1983, Republican

December 15th, 2007

"Mother," by Tori Amos

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Go, go, go, now...
Out of the nest; it's time
Go, go, go now, Circus Girl, without a safety net
Here, here, now-- don't cry
You raised your hand for the assignment
Tuck those ribbons under your helmet; be a good soldier

First my left foot
Then my right behind the other
Pantyhose running in the
Cold...

Mother, the car is here...
Somebody leave the light on...
Green limousine for the redhead  DANCING
Dancing girl...

And when I dance for him
Somebody leave the light on...
Just in, just in case I like the dancing,
I can remember where I come from...

I walked into your dream
And now I've forgotten how to dream my own dream
You are the CLEVER one, aren't you?
Brides in veils for you
We told you all of our secrets
All but one
So don't you even try--
The phone has been disconnected

Dripping with BLOOD
And with TIME and
With your ADVICE...
Poison me against the MOON

Mother, the car is here...
Somebody leave the light on...
Black cherry, yeah, for the redhead dancing, dancing girl...
He's gonna change my name...
Maybe he'll leave the light on...
Just in, just in case I like the dancing
I can remember where I come from

I escape into
Your escape into
Our very favorite fearscape
It's across the sky
And across my heart
And I cross my legs 
Oh my god...

First my left foot, then my right
Behind the other
Bread crumbs lost under the snow...

Mother...
Mother the car is here...
Here...
Maybe,
Maybe
You'll leave the light on...

Oooh
Father, father...
Father..dancing girl..

He's gonna change my name
Maybe you'll leave the light
Just in case I like the dancing
I can
remember where I come

Come
From.

December 10th, 2007

Grow-a-Buddy Health Update

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I have consulted the official Grow-a-Buddy website at http://www.grow-a-head.com.  The ordering information website states that Grow-a-Buddy's life expectancy is approximately two months.  Grow-a-Buddy came under my care in late August, and it's now almost mid December.  He's been under my care for a little over three months.  His decline in health began roughly around two months.  

My well-intentioned effort to provide him with a higher water level that would actually touch him, as opposed to being drunk through the string, has not resulted in hair growth, but rather, the beginnings of mold at his scalp.  

Last Week:


Today:


Grow-a-Buddy's health has not shown any improvement.  In fact, the few tiny bits of green on him are now yellowed at the ends and drooping.

I think I will sleep on this decision.  Vote in the previous poll or comment to give advice or comments.

 
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