Here we go

so I thought I'd sit here and sort of come into a topic as I type . . i have not come prepared with a theme, however I have come prepared to express myself and see this blog entry through . .

I am attending the Tim McGraw concert this evening with a few friends . . . very much looking forward to it . .have been rocking barbeque stain as my ringer for past few weeks . .

let's talk about perception - now we are taught, often, as therapists that perception is often more important than reality *when evaluating a dysfunctional communication pattern from an objective point of view* I think the key to avoiding this pattern in my personal life is . . well . . maybe being absolutely honest about how I take something, and putting out on the table all of my ridiculous feelings, however illogical they may sounds . . . saying things outloud is a catharsis I will never equal . . . I have high expectations, I feel threatened, I feel secure . . I feel overshadowed . . I feel unconsidered . . . and having an open, accepting medium to receive these vulnerable feelings . . that is a bond that I will never find anything to equal . . .

if you and I have share an experience together, then later as I retell the experience to our friends, you find yourself puzzled as you remember the experience completely differently . . what might that say . . . of course we all have our own realities . . but where do we find the balance between blatant delusions and schemas that we consistently manipulate reality to try to conform, and from cold hard absolution provided by evidential fact . . .

I'm sure someone more ancient said this, but I recently heard Khloe Kardashian say this on her reality show, 'well there's three sides to every story . . mine, yours and the truth . . '

I think I absolutely agree . . and however deviant we fall, we must understand those around us and those that we love for their perception mostly, and for their reality a little bit . . . because otherwise we will shake them silly for their lies . . . and they us . .

it's easier for me to say 'us' and 'they' . . . far more difficult to be this person alone . . however i do witness this almost daily . . this whole perceptive vs. reality conflict . . . some are more attuned than others . . but I do urge those that are on an insightful path, such as myself, to pay attention to why you'd skew details in your favor, or in someone's favor, or in any one specific direction . . what ego need does it fulfil . . often times i need an ego stroke, for which i'm sure i've done the same . . . however i do my best to maintain awareness . . though that doesnt' always happen of course . . .

as always - urging insight is not as effective as self growth from within and the drop of defensive barriers . . .

if you are closed to me . . and i share a part of me with you . . it will fall lifeless, bouncing off the brick . . . and your wall will push me away by simply doing nothing . . . defensiveness is that which requires action . . . in order to sustain, maintain and evolve a healthy and meaningful relationship . . my opinion and my experience of it . . to either tear down the wall, fix a window, or simply acknowledge the wall and work together to meet around it . . . pummeling it might come with time . .

however two walled-entities may have a perfectly functioning dysfunctional relationship together . . i guess the conflict arises as with have and have-nots collide, as they so commonly do . . .

blog out.

ee cummings

so my boss recently posted a print out of this quote on her door,

"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are." by E.E. Cummings.

In passing she stated, 'it does take courage . . not to be who your parents want you to be . .' something that of course resonated with me . . and for that matter, not to become who my spouse wants me to be . . or my siblings . . or my friends . . and then a few days later it dawned on me . . even who i want myself to be . . could even that expectation deter my true self from forming . . .

Arts will dictate that being who you are is necessary to produce authentic and meaningful art . . at least the arts that i am interested in . .

Now this true self, being who you really are, may be something terrible, something negative and often times something dysfunctional . . because lets face it . . how many functional families are really out there . . especially those in our culture struggling with acculturation and the double lives we sometimes lead to appease conformity in america and traditionalism at home . . .

so in this respect, the true self . . while being able to produce intense prose, pastels, and poetry . . . may live unhappy and torn lives . . .

does it have to be that one must make a choice between being your true turmoiled self in order to survive in the arts, or can it be that growth of the self into who you'd like to be to live a happier and more stable life might still produce moving art pieces . . .

in that respect, in reference to cummings' quotation, does it really take courage to be who you really are, the depressed, perfectionist who finds comfort in arguing and revenge, or does it take even more courage to become who you want to be, the insightful, emotional realist who accepts her flaws and struggles everyday to be a better person . . .

don't i just feel like the lion in the wizard of oz.

denial and delusions

well - i've realized there are certain things i am in denial about and certain things i am not willing to not being in denial about . . and it's not about the fact that i can think about things logically and say things logically and truthfully, it's about my schemas . . it's about the general contexts that i've put the world into and that i've put people into . . now people, it's easier for me to see people in different lights, growth is a powerful thing and is a fountainhead in therapy . . but the world . . now that's a little more difficult . .

i will go back to my ever wonderful road rage blog and elaborate on that - that the delusion i really have is that people should get out of my way . . that they do not have the right to go speed limit in the left lane if i am coming thru, that they cannot under any circumstances cut me off, and that i always should have right of way . . . now these thoughts at times can be at varying intensities depending on my mood level and anxiety level . . but i really and truly believe them because why else would i get so uncontrollably angry when i get cut off ? it's the behavior and mood change that indicates to me that i must be believing those things, otherwise why wouldn't i just patiently brake and get home a whole 10 seconds later . . and logically i know that it's a ridiculous thing to say that i am more important than other drivers . . but hey the mind works in mysterious ways . . it must play into some schema of things that i have . . maybe that i'm a better driver, and i've always been ingrained that the better you are at something, the better person you and the more you shall be rewarded in life . . . so i'm a better driver, ipso facto, i deserve other drivers to bow down to my path . . .

as terrible a thing to admit something like this . . i really wonder why my other emotions come bubbling up when something seemingly neutral occurs . . .

vegas was awesome
somethings really havent changed - somethings have changed a good deal

and i do still and i think will always need non dramatic people to go out dancing with - because otherwise i will sour on the 'going out ' scene -

there was a time most recently where i wondered if i had lost my muse and if writing was simply a luxury for my darkest times . .

i've realized that it doesn't have to be so and there may be more creativity left in me . . even in the stable and normally regular times in life

stable and normally regular, bring with it connotations that include a similarity to other like comparable entities . . . unfortunately my arrogant self righteous uniqueness will at times forbid me from aligning myself with any definable entity . . therein lies the answer to my writing woes . . . therein i can rise like a phoenix (excuse the drama, i've been watching harry potter) and reclaim that which is my voice, stifled for the last long months . . .

when so many days go by and you've hardly had a chance to glance at a calender, it's time to sit and ponder what's passing you by and what's important in your life you may be missing . . it is time for me . . sometimes it is a constant battle . . sometimes the immediate importance of work or rest have to take a back seat when i look at my big picture and realize i will have remembered none of the work and all of the meaningful moments . . well hopefully all . . this is when i have to prioritize and hope for the best in the things i put lower on that list

i recently started rewatching six feet under . . . and it moves me like it did and it moves me like it didn't and it doesn't stir parts of me that it used to . . . there is such a matter of fact and direct lifeline to death in this series that i find it useful to connect and channel my past and current pain . . sometimes when i try to prepare myself for future pain, that doesn't channel quite as well . . but here and now, in sporadic moments i feel the gut wrench of future bad news and it just about doubles me over

more on this later, battery is dying, how anticlimactic

what do you do when you feel sad for someone else, for someone else close to someone else, and sad, so selfishly, for yourself . . .

the older i get, the more jaded i become, but also the more emotion i can express. i think i feel less emotion than as a child or a teenager or even in college, i couldn't tell you why . . maybe because i internalize things less, i'm more secure so less things affect me, etc etc etc . . . but i express more today than i ever did . . and right now when i feel sad and helpless, it's sometimes from a jaded place, and sometimes from a tragic and tearful place . . .

many times we must let go and cope, dying is inevitable, certain and tragic. death is too. but what i'm talking about is dying. when it's coming, when it's there in the air, when it's nearing, but not quite graspable, when you have to cope with the grief before it has occurred in a prophetic facade . . . that is how dying is different from death for me.

so i went to a u2 concert and realized i havent written in so long that i didnt cross it off of my bucket list -

im supposed to be doing my paperwork for work - however, i am reading my own blogs, and now am writing a post -

some of the intense feelings i was having in the last two blogs have dissipated, and i'm finding comfort in places i couldn't have predicted . .

i wish badly that i could move back to austin . . i'm not sure sometimes what exactly i'm looking for in austin that i can't somehow fanagle (sp) here . . . sometimes i feel it's comfort of the habitual . . 7 years of adult live in a wonderously liberal place to enjoy self growth and grow into my skin . . it's unmatched, and will be for years . . .

as i try to accustom myself to living in a heartless pressure cooker of houston, i have to focus on the positive sometimes, as i tell clients all the damn day . . .

more on this later

also more on finding a feeling of home in more places than one . . the definition of home and how feelings of home can be evoked via behaviors and memories - or is it possible to use environmental stimuli ?

interesting article i came across from medscape, "Alcohol cuts risk for heart disease by one third" by Fran Lowry, Charles P. Vega MD

check it out - or email me for the link

update - nothing huge

here i sit, finally with internet and computer at home - watching melrose place and on facebook - when i finally had to be an adult and close the windows . . .

i think my absurd fascination with cw dramas has finally overcome my lust for actual dramatic shows . . .

life has been bumping along - la was amazing - the weather pulls me in more and more, and how i may hate, or have hated the hustle bustle pretense-filled lifestyle . . . i do love at least two people there - and the weather and the fact that it is far far away from a job here that sometimes sucks my soul . . . i think it opened my eyes to a new la

i am excited to jump back into my work out with a generously inspiring personal trainer, found by another generously inspiring soul . . .

i am off back to watching big bang theory

hopefully the next entry will be a less waste of a read

i have decided to resume my short stories -

stay tuned for process in my blogs about outlines - as long as copy right laws apply - my of course dreamy goal is to be published and accomplished - i know - a long shot - but here's hoping