Archive for June, 2010

delighted

I never would have thought that I’d be so delighted by being wrong about people.

reconnecting

So I’ve been blog­ging a lot lately (as if peo­ple can’t tell merely from read­ing) and its made me real­ize that while I’m inten­tion­ally vague and obscure online, that I need a place to be open and hon­est, and for me, thats turned out to be writ­ing in a phys­i­cal jour­nal, by hand again.

And while this will only really mean any­thing to maybe two peo­ple, I bought a cheap(ish) foun­tain pen, and new jour­nal as a kind of blank slate/new begin­ning and also to be a reminder for myself to actu­ally write, be open and hon­est with myself, and keep mov­ing for­ward, and its work­ing already.

Any­way, in my search for this blank slate, I’ve been find­ing all sorts of pens, inks, and jour­nals that seem to have sparked a new inter­est in me, and I’ve added a cou­ple items to my wish­list, but really want a few “Can­teo” A5 sized ruled note­books, but alas, they’ve yet to find a U.S. dis­trib­uter, and the only North Amer­i­can sup­plier I can find is Nota-Bene in Canada, and with inter­na­tional ship­ping an A5 sized ruled Can­teo ends up cost­ing almost $40 usd, and is thus out of my price-range.

Shame­less plea over =)

one step forward

So, I’m sure most peo­ple know that emo­tions can feed on each other; its easy to get depressed about being depressed, or become anx­ious about being anx­ious (for any­one famil­iar with me and my past blogs, yes, I’m lame, and totally quot­ing Zefrank again.) Any­way, this week­end was kind of like that, one day of emo­tional exhaus­tion became an entire week­end of emo­tional exhaus­tion, and that’s been a really good thing it turns out.

Of course, I’m smug, so I have to point out that I’m now two for two on being right that peo­ple view me with the wrong frame of ref­er­ence, and sadly infer some really bad (and alto­gether wrong and untrue) con­clu­sions because of it.

In a lot of ways, I’m excited, and its a refresh­ing feel­ing since its some­thing I’ve not felt in a long time, and of course I’m also relieved to finally have some cathar­sis, though I’m still scared, and in some ways still lost (job/career advice any­one?), at least I know that I’m mak­ing the right deci­sions for me at a very deep level, if only I could deal with my every­day issues now.

right all along

So after a fairly emo­tional night (26 years of psy­cho­log­i­cal drama can make one emo­tion­ally exhausted every now and again) it turns out that, yeah, basi­cally I’ve been right all along (uhm, of course, I know me bet­ter than any­one else does), and my friends (and I think prob­a­bly my fam­ily too) do indeed have a totally wrong frame of ref­er­ence by which they view and under­stand me.

I guess its not really wrong for them to have an incor­rect frame of ref­er­ence either, because I’ve not really been help­ing any­one to truly know me. Yet it still causes prob­lems, because turns out I’m also right that peo­ple have been infer­ring some seri­ously wrong conclusions/issues/worries about me, and its all because they don’t have the right frame of ref­er­ence with which to view/understand me, and I’m appar­ently vague enough about every­thing, that its not some­thing any­one is likely to sim­ply infer.

So, where do I go from here? How can I con­vince peo­ple that I’m hon­estly ‘ok’ when they won’t really believe it until their frame of ref­er­ence for me changes?

randomness

I had a rather won­der­ful thought ear­lier, that I almost wish I could be a fly on the wall when peo­ple finally real­ize their frame of ref­er­ence by which they view me is totally wrong, I’d love to see their raw, un-edited emo­tions first hand.

I think that some of my friends from lotro actu­ally have the right frame of ref­er­ence, though I highly doubt any­one in real life does, lets face it, real life is always harder since its not nearly so anonymous.

Oh, and I decided to re-do my wish­list, scale it back, just photo gear for now, though maybe I’ll add fancy jour­nals and foun­tain pens and what­not if I really get back into writ­ing, which I kind of feel like I might, though I def­i­nitely want to get back into pho­tog­ra­phy too.