April 17th, 2006
|08:08 am - A good weekend, full of new things|
This has been a weekend of many things: family, friends, church, dreams, fear, and regret.
Family: My parents were in town, which is a good thing. They've taken very good care of me, taking me out to every major meal I had. They even bought me some new clothes. We spent a lot of time talking, and generally had a good time just driving around Columbus and sight seeing. They left early on Sunday morning to drive home.
Friends: I also got to see healing_coyote for a bit, which was quite the plesant surprise. While things didn't go exactly as planned (they never do with her), it was very, very good to see her again. I miss that girl quite a bit. While out with her, I found myself realizing something I never really understood realizing: that I was over Tina. Completely. The realization didn't have anything to do with the company, really, so much as a lot of other things I was mulling over at the time. See the entry for "regret" for more.
Church: On Sunday, Tina and I went to the deaf Baptist church. They had an ASL (American Sign Language) chior there, and the implications of what an ASL chior might be like brought us in the front door. The following situations ran through my mind: A chior that didn't sing vocally at all, but just signed in time with each other; a chior that sang while someone stood next to them and signed the words; a chior in which we might see someone sing "off-key" by signing at the wrong "pitch". It turns out that they play really loud music and they sign over the recorded words. There's some minor choreography going on, but not a lot. Basically, we got an Easter pageant, which was kinda nifty. I had fun, but I doubt that Tina will go back. They talked for two hours about how people had to be saved and about how the Dali Lama was totally not getting into heaven. There was even a great country/western song called "Oh Buddha" about how Buddha couldn't get you to heaven. I love the Baptists.
Dreams: On Friday night, though, I had a number of dreams. These continued on Saturday night. They are related to various things, but in particular, they were related to the women in my life. In one of them, I was receiving a response to an email that I sent out last week. I've got further detail on this under "fear" below. This dream later became another dream, in which I re-formatted the response, and I was no longer receiving the mailing that I feared I might receive. This dream, I felt, held a new opportunity, a new way of looking at the world in which things really weren't all that bad. This email showed me that there was hope, even if I had been an idiot. A later dream had me in a horrible shouting match with Tina, arguing over the little shit that sometimes formed our arguments when we were dating. I don't think this dream is connected to the other two.
Fear: It's weird to say, but the dream about receiving that email was not simply a dream, but a repetitious nightmare. I would receive this email, and it consisted of one line. It was an innocent email, full of promise, happiness, and maybe a little embarassment. But there was a song playing, one that I could only repeat part of the chorus of, as if some terrible, broken record was repeating itself. It was the song "Brokenheartsville" by Joe Nichols. I could not get the song out of my head. I would wake up, the words on that email burned into my brain and the song dancing across my lips, and then I would fall back asleep and the process would repeat itself. Even when I woke up the final time on Saturday morning, the song was still there. It haunted me after I woke up, and it caused a deep feeling of nausea, shivers, and shakes, the kind you get when you feel powerless and overwhelmed. Fortunately, as described in "dreams" above, the feeling eventually passed because my dreams re-wrote the email into a longer one, where the response was different.
Regret: And I finally found something that I think I'll regret for the rest of my life if it pans out the way I think it might. I realized on Thursday that I said something that I thought, at the time, I meant, but that I really didn't. As I look back on it, as I see what I did and what I was thinking, I realize that I was thinking something not at all lined up with what I ought to have said. My will wasn't realized, it was undercut by the perception of what I ought to feel, how I ought to act, and how people expected me to react. None of these things was true to how I really should have reacted. And, related to the fear and the dreams above, there is a possibility that I did some real damage where I could have found that true, deep happiness that I think people who take a chance often find.
What I learned this weekend is that sometimes, you have to take the chance, to do the thing you were terrified of doing. The outcome may not be what you think you want, it may not be perfect, but there will be no one who can say, "Yeah, but he never tried."
Sometimes, trying is the only way to know happiness. It is always the only way to know completeness.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Hey Good Lookin'", -JB
What I learned this weekend is that sometimes, you have to take the chance, to do the thing you were terrified of doing.
Life is all about figuring out how to live, isn't it? You kinda pick it up as you go along. Sometimes you get lucky; sometimes you make huge mistakes. The good part about those huge mistakes is that you generally learn those lessons REALLY well and never make the same mistake again.
And I just took a hell of a chance. :)
Ha, now I have an ABBA song in my head.
There's an ABBA song in there? That's a surprise to me.
|Date:||April 17th, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance chance.
Great. Now *I* have it, too.
ABBA....kewl kewl... love that song..now to spread the song to my friends...
and as for taking chances...isn't that how we learn? if not taking chances, life becomes the same-o same-o...boring..day in day out...
It is. We need to take our chances, or we never know what might have been.
|Date:||April 18th, 2006 12:13 am (UTC)|| |
Confused about regret
Your regret paragraph had my mind doing triple-flips....
Basically, will you regret doing something, or not doing something?
Saying what you said, or not saying something else?
Taking the chance, or not taking the chance?
And can the thing you might regret be undone?
|Date:||April 18th, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Confused about regret
More on that later, I'm afraid. Things need to resolve themselves, one way or the other, before I can clear that up.
my friend lifeinawhisper
and i took a random trip to columbus on friday, i was hoping to hook up with you all so she could meet ceolnamara
and you and perlgirlju
and such, alas, meg was in parma and we got distracted by the rain (which i finally got to dance in, even though it was only in the parking lot of Bob Evans)
I swear the next random trip, we are all hanging out!
I, unfortunately, would have been unable to meet. My parents were in town.
Drop us a line next time you're in town, though.
What I like most about being your LJ-friend is that when you make posts like these the following happens:
1. I immediately relate, probably because you are being vague and therefore whatever you've said applies to a multitude of situations.
2. I have no personal investment in you whatsoever, so I don't really want to know more. What you've written is enough, and it makes me think.
Now, I dunno what will happen if I ever actually meet you. I might badger you annoyingly about details. But for now, I really don't care what all this is about.
Anyway...what I've been meaning to say the entire time: Good for you.
w00t! for no personal investment!
*smiles* I welcome the badgering of me for details. It's fun.
Either way, they're all passing out precious Mao buttons in the Region of Thud as their afterlife.