Sunday, August 8, 2010
lonely
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Emptiness
All I want is a clean life. An empty, clean, blank, pristine life. I hate junk, I hate clutter, I hate knick-knacks and photo frames and inspirational quotes on wooden plaques-- and yet I can’t help but acquire these things, and by acquiring them, let them affect my peace with their plastic sensibilities.
We live these huge messy lives. We always want more, even if at the core of our beings, we know what we really need is less.
I was reading a little bit in the library yesterday. I was looking for photographs of Elvis and somehow instead ended up in the Humour/Meaning of Life section of the stacks. I found a book by Eric Hoffer (author of The True Believer, a book on the causes of social fanaticism, which was given to me to read by my grade 12 English teacher, Mr. Snyder). This book was The Passionate State Of Mind, and Other Aphorisms . I only read a little bit, but was struck by the idea that passion is the desire to fill a void in ourselves; and that often obtaining the item of our passions is not sufficient to fill that void. That the expression of passion is, in fact, the expression of an enormous, gaping emptiness.
It made me feel good, because I have always felt that there was something wrong with me, simply because I lacked passion—for anything in life. There is no One Thing that makes my heart leap or my soul move. I thought that, being passionless, I would also be directionless, without success or recognition. I realize now that it has only been my own feelings of disappointment in myself that have ever slowed me down or prevented me from achieving marvelous things. I don’t need passion. I need faith in myself.
I don’t need any more than that.
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Friday, May 28, 2010
Friday
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
One thing at a time
My boyfriend was giving me a bad time last night. For my birthday (almost 6 months ago) he gave me a certificate for a massage. I have been saving it. He wanted to know- for what? I was trying to figure it out—because I’m certainly not saving it for a day when my muscles are tense and aching, because they are always tense and aching. I realized that I have been saving the massage for a time when I felt that it was ok to relax. I have viewed the massage as decadent, as time-wasting… why would I spend an hour being delightfully rubbed by a stranger when I could be doing some grocery shopping. or balancing my budget. or doing some laundry. or preparing a lesson plan, or painting, or cooking, or cleaning, etc, etc, etc? He looked at me very sadly when I explained myself, and said, “Wow baby. I put myself first.”
Why is that so hard for me to do?
Multi-tasking is far too highly valued in our society. A multi-tasked task is usually a half-assed operation—for me anyway. I mean, by all outward appearances, I am a highly functioning! getting things done! kind of woman, but the truth of the matter is far sadder. Because I never relax, I never seem to have the energy to focus. Because I don’t focus, all of the random actions of life that make up my days are done with a minimal amount of attention and effort. Which means that I don’t get things finished. Or that the things that I finish are often completed late, or inadequately. Which means that when I review my efforts, I am routinely disappointed in myself.
Routine disappointment breeds apathy. Apathy leads to feelings of meaninglessness. Living without meaning causes depression. Which explains why I am medicated!