Monday, November 28, 2011

The past rears its head once more.

I have been playing Skyrim all day for the past 2 days. I needed a break, so I put on Torchwood. It made me think about the past and how many different things I have or haven't done that I regret. Tried to get past that by watching Bones, which I have NO idea why I thought that might work if aliens didn't help but I'm weird. I guess I really just need to get somethings out in the open for myself.

I have always given all of my heart to people who need me. I can't help doing it. Until someone breaks my trust, if they need help, I feel awful if I can't help them. This has led to a lot of mistakes, not all of which are regrets. My single biggest regret was something that led into me growing up and listening to what I feel to be right, which makes it one of the most right things I've ever done, no matter how stupid it was.

I should probably start at the beginning of my relationship debacle of a life instead of jumping to the middle. I was 15 when I dated the first mistake. (Thinking this over now, its possible that this line of thought was brought on by the fact that I saw my first ex on Black Friday) I was too young, he just wanted sex, and while it was a mistake I don't regret it. It should have been someone else maybe, but I learned how to identify lust from love.

3 years later, I dated an alcoholic (yup, I sure know how to pick them, and was reminded of this particular mistake on Thanksgiving. Man do I love my family....) I have a hero complex, as I mentioned (though in much prettier words) when I started this rant. He didn't know how to control his drinking, but managed to control me in the guise of me escaping the control of my family. I wanted to prove I was worthwhile. I wanted to fix him. He didn't want to be fixed, but was willing to allow me to think I was helping. I figured it out a month later, and again, it wasn't a mistake. If it weren't for that mistake, I would never have managed the courage to leave my family.

Immediately after dating the alcoholic, I dated Eddie. He was sweet, kind, caring, innocent and shy. Shy is an understatement, but this isn't that story. He was almost perfect. A year and 3 months we were together, and everything was plain and simple and separated, as we were both in different colleges with very little time together. It was moving towards me eventually marrying and being a housewife. I will never be a stay at home mom, and I did something stupid that I both regret and don't regret.

This is my side of what happened, the side I couldn't bear to let Eddie know, that I am ashamed of still. I was in college, and started talking on line to Jeremy. When I couldn't sleep in college, and Eddie wouldn't answer his phone in the middle of the night, I would get on line or on the phone and talk to Jeremy. He knew that I was dating Eddie, and he was still after an old flame of his. I was slowly growing aware of where Eddie and I were going and was afraid, though I wouldn't admit it even to myself at that point.
Jeremy and I decided that we should spend some time together as friends, as we had reached a level of trust that meant spending time together was necessary. He picked me up the day after I had helped Eddie move out of his dorm room, and I was going to spend the weekend out in Toledo with him. One thing led to another and we ended up in bed together. I'd like to say that it happened once and I realized how wrong I was, but I didn't. It took me almost a month to break up with Eddie afterwards, and I told him that it was because I wasn't what he needed.
While that was true, he also wasn't what I needed. He was ok. He just wasn't more than that. He didn't constantly challenge me, didn't make my heart race, didn't steal my attentions. He was more interested in his anime and rubix cubes and math. I loved him, but I wasn't in love with him.
Jeremy and I were a wonderful summer, the kind of summer fling every girl should have before she grows up. We were fire and passion and that ended up consuming us so much we crashed and burned with hatred and pity and general destruction. It was tragic. It was beautiful. I feel like I should regret it, and part of me does, but thinking it through, if I had never lived through that, I wouldn't be where I am now. It was the best and worst time of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I do regret what happened after Jeremy. After Jeremy, I went through a period of time where I went through guys, not really caring about anything other than feeling something. I moved out of my Grandmere's house, tried to grow up and instead made a lot of mistakes. I hurt people who cared about me, then I took a trip, met a guy and grew up.

It took so much pain and loss for me to realize how very important home was to me, how important my guys are to me, and how much I needed them. It took all that journey to end up here, married to a wonderful guy whom I love immensely.

But that is a story for an entirely different blog post. Because it has so much more than this, even though it is so much shorter.

Thank you for reading, dearest reader. I needed to just write like my muse has been beating me up lately, and I think that she is currently sated.

Peace and Love

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Nerds unite.

One of my friends posted a question to a bunch of us that I've been pondering over for the past day and a half.
"Theoretical question for my nerds: If, for some reason, you were given divinity and a domain that matched YOU, what do you think it would be? I don`t mean what would you want, but what do you think you would be given? And please be honest with this."
I think that I might have an answer for it, but it is something that should be thought about quite carefully so that you are honest and not just saying what you would want to have.

I'm pretty sure that I'd be in some part Chaos, as I really REALLY cannot STAND order. But I'm pretty sure that I'd also be something like Despair. I don't really know a better way to put that because that isn't exactly right. I manage to prosper through disparity and so that is the best way that I can put it. Anyway, I figured I should share this question here to see what other people thought. So let me know. There is a comment section right down there.


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Tell me tell me can you feel the pressure?::edited::

So this post in all lower case letters and most punctuation missing, brought to you by cell phones suck for blogging.(edit: I fixed it now. Still hate my phone for making me redo this though.) I want to be happy that there isn't anything super wrong with me. No kid, no gallstones, benign tumor in liver thats been there for ages, but apparently I screwed up somewhere because its my ribs that hurt with pressure on them so that I can't sleep on my preferred side(the right side, for inquiring minds). Still nauseous, still fatigued but since I'm not actually throwing up and my blood chemistry is normal the doc calls this a win, even though we didn't find anything out. So now I have to take Prilosec for my minor acid reflux I've always had because the doc had me take that this week thinking it was sickness based on acid reflux. I don't know. When I get to my computer tomorrow, I will fix this post (edit: Done. Obviously). For now, I'm going to try to go to bed. Early day tomorrow. Happy birthday to Kyle, or, as he is better known, Bitch.

Ok as for the events of the day, doctors, then went to work, picked Brian up after work and we ate at Rubin's deli, which is AMAZING if you're ever in the Lakewood/Westlake area (not really sure which city it is considered). Then we stopped at Common Grounds, our fave coffee place, and found out that Bitch was celebrating his birthday at the bar a few doors down, but by the time we got there he was back in his truck passed out. Yay birthdays. Anyway. Things and stuff. I'm out.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Occupy Everywhere

In the middle of the night, the NYPD evicted Occupy from Zuccotti Park. They claimed it to be for reasons of health, so they could clean the park, and that they would allow protesters back in in the morning. As of 10am, they still are not allowed into the park, even though a court order has been delivered. During the night, no media was allowed in the airspace over or in the area being "cleaned", while the tents tarps and media equipment in the park has been destroyed.

I understand that the cops are doing what they are told to, that they have to keep their jobs, but you would think that they would ask someone in charge about the court order on the radio if someone mentions it to them, that way they aren't breaking the law. Police are law ENFORCERS, not law MAKERS or, it seems in this instance, law ABIDERS.

To say that I am bothered by this is a bit of an understatement. I am absolutely APPALLED at the way this is being handled. To destroy property, property DONATED to the Occupy Movement, under the guise of handling disease?! What about RIGHTS? What about FREEDOM?

I don't even know if I can keep talking about this. I went to my gall bladder sonogram and this was on the news, like a little afterthought after "news" about Penn State, came home and looked at my Google + feed and found a link to live coverage of what is happening there, and I am just..... astonished at what I'm seeing. The occupiers are standing peacefully and the cops are SCREAMING at them to get off the sidewalks. This is the world we live in? A world where you no longer have the freedom to peacefully protest when you feel wronged?

What in the hell kind of government is that? No expression of protest allowed might as well mean the government is completely taking over. Last I checked, democracy is FOR the people, BY the people.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Zoom in on my empty wallet.

SO. Welcome to the show. This is my blog, and I haven't quite decided what it will be most prominently featured. This episode is going to be about money though, and how I don't have it.

As my profile says, I'm 22, married and pretty much always broke. Any time I get a little bit ahead, something happens that makes it so that I'm behind again. Currently, that is that I keep getting sick.

For the past week, I've been spending a large portion of my time nauseous, with some annoying pain in my side and all around general fatigue. Since I'm pretty sure that most of the people who I know might read this will be all "OMGYOU'REPREGGERS", I'm just going to put it out there that I am MOST DEFINITELY NOT PREGGERS since I just got done with my week of "Gah being a girl sucks".
 The doctor thinks that I have something wrong with my gall bladder, which is unfortunate, but they are doing tests tomorrow morning to figure it out. This led to me and my friend Matt (he owns a comic/gaming store in Sandusky called the Hero Zone and he also has gall bladder issues) to become founding members of the "We hate our gall bladders" Club. We are just that cool.

In other news, I am not a fan of waiting in the car for Brian to get off work.

I'm going to try to update this every day, not that many people will read it probably, but so what? I'm pretty sure getting things out there again will make me feel a lot (heh alot) better again.

Until tomorrow