Just how I’m feeling tonight…
Just how I’m feeling tonight…
I just wanted to share this with my friends on here, especially those that forget they are important too!
Sweat dripping on down,
Six pack glistening, from it.
Licking with my tongue.
Around a week agoweek ago, I came to the realization that I needed to make some changes, if I ever wanted to get anywhere I wanted to be. This week, I have drank water (approximately 2 liters each day) every day, and I have began to eat lunch again to make sure I’m getting proper nutrition, that lunch has been a chicken salad every day this week.
Yay me! 🙂
Today, someone referred to me as “portraying smarts intelligence and emotional intelligence“. I have always wondered about my ability to be “emotionally intelligent”. There was a time when I thought I was very conscientious of other people’s feelings, but I also feel like my time as a police officer had hardened me in some ways. Then I think about some of the relationships I have been in and I still hear the negative comments I heard in those relationships. It made me realize, that I think the number one biggest insults I have ever heard about me are that I “don’t care” or that I am “not smart”. Truly, I have spent most of my life working in my intellect and working on caring for others. So, when I hear that I am NOT either of those things, it hits me for some reason, because it makes me think that some how I need to do something different to convince people I am those things. Maybe, however, the reality is that people DO see those things about me and when someone comes across and tells me those things, literally, that I am intelligent – intellectually and emotionally – I probably need to listen to THOSE people.
So, today, I’ll take it and I appreciate hearing it:
I am Intelligent.
I made a decision today to force myself to read the next section of Beautiful You and make an entry in my BYJ. The reason why, is that today, I had a serious attack by Hilda. It’s somewhat ironic that today’s topic for the BYJ is focused on replacing what you heard that gives you the negative image you have about yourself.
So, the idea is to understand if what you are hearing in your mind is your own voice or if it is someone else’s. The author goes on to suggests replacing the negativity with things you would rather have heard.
For me, most of my negativity doesn’t come from my parents growing up. At least the negativity I have generated isn’t from anything direct. They never made me feel like I was a horrible person, but when I did bad things I felt horrible. They were always encouraging and always empowering. Granted, my parents imposed a different “gift”. They had pushed me and my siblings to always be better than what we felt we could be. Through many therapy sessions, I have learned that this could be the source of some of my anxieties – I have a difficult time accepting myself, unless I am performing at 100% of my ability.
Another source of negativity was, growing up, I was somewhat of an outcast among my peers. I was not the popular kid, I was not the kid that all the girls liked and even in questioning my sexuality, I even wondered if guys liked me. Of course, there is the cliché that kids are cruel, but my case in point, here are some of the negative things I had heard at times: “Fag”, “You’re such a girl (I’ve come to embrace this on some level), “He’s got a nice ass, but he’s ugly”, “You make a better friend, than boyfriend”, “You’re slow”, etc. Of course, some of the comments I remember are vulgar and much worse.
Some of the worst things I heard that’s had the worst impact on me, I’m embarrassed to admit, have come from the person I have been with the past 20 years: my wife. I’ve hard so many things attacking my character, my beliefs, the things I love. On some level, I have always accepted this as part of the relationship process; on another level, it defies decency, in my mind. Some things I felt were true and needed to be changed. And some were just outright mean.
But in the interest of understanding where the negative comments come from and offering something I would have rather heard, I will post them. I will give what I tell myself (Really, it’s Hilda saying it), where I think the source is from, and what I would have rather heard. Here is a small list:
1.) Kids running by me in gym class or during track practice with their asses pushed out to mock me. Obviously, this was kids being mean, but it hurt at the time. I would have rather they just kept their stupid thoughts to themselves.
2.) “He’s got a nice ass, but he’s ugly” The source was from a friend when he asked a girl I liked what she thought of me. It’s not my friend’s fault, but a nice, “She’s not really interested” would have been so much better. Also, the girl could have said, “I’m not interested, thank you.”
3.) “Was this your best effort?” This was a common thing my parents would say. It wasn’t directly negative, because their interest was in making me the best I can be. This is tough, because I’m not sure what a positive way to tell someone that you are aware of their ability to do more. I suppose on some level, this is something utterly internal and something I am still working on. But this has created a crap-ton of anxiety in me.
4.) “Fag“. I’ve talked about this before, but it is something that bothered me as a kid. I’ve been called this by different people at different times. Some of them were aware of my sexuality or behaviors and some were not. Even my wife has called me this during arguments, along with a few other colorful things. What I would have preferred? If you don’t like me or my choices, if it doesn’t affect you, leave it alone.
5.) “You’re not a man”. There is so much dichotomy in this for me. I mean, on the one hand, I have grown to accept and appreciate some of my feminine traits. On the other hand, as a man, I also have enjoyed expressing my masculinity. But this negative opinion always seems to happen at times when I am feeling horrible about myself and my abilities as a husband and father (A true dichotomy for me). Granted, there are times, when I think my wife, for example, wanted me to lead or wanted me to be the shoulder she needed at the time, and I might have failed her in those circumstances. But from her, I would have preferred her to simply tell me how she felt, instead of making it a personal attack. for everyone else? I suppose I’d just want them to fuck off…but that’s not exactly positive…so, maybe, they could not have said anything, huh?
6.) “You’re such a girl“. At various times in my life, this has bothered me. But at other times, I have embraced it as a bit of a compliment. I have come to realize that I am a complex individual, and there are times when I want to hear it as a compliment, but I have never enjoyed it as an insult. Teasing, I can take, but to bring my own self-doubts into question is a direct insult. I would refer to #5’s preference in what I would like to happen.
7.) “You have no business in a relationship”. This has only come from my wife and myself. It feels like an attack on my ability to be loved. I feel unlovable as it is, and to have it confirmed is a knife in the heart that I can’t comprehend. This is something that has been combined with “You make a good friend” in the early years of my life that have led me to believe that I am incapable of having a relationship. One of the many reasons, I did so well in school is that I had few friendships and even fewer girlfriends (I had not accepted being bisexual, so I never thought about having a boyfriend). I developed a sense of being “logical” and scientists became my heroes. I even thought Mr. Spock from TV’s Star Trek was the perfect person to emulate – I could be cold, hard, calculated. That was going to be the ticket to success for me. It wasn’t until I got into serious relationships that this became a problem for me. It became apparent that I didn’t relate to some things very well. But at the same time, it was confusing, because my most common compliment growing up was that I was so conscientious of other people’s needs. Looking at this situation – logically, of course – the only person who ever felt I was not good in a relationship was my wife. I think what I would prefer her to say, is “I don’t want to be in this relationship with you, Tar” or even “Look, I want to discuss ways we can communicate with each other, better, so that each of our needs are being met”.
I’m getting wordy on this post, and trust me, I can keep going. Unfortunately, I have gotten to a point in my life where I have accepted the negativity much more than I should. And I know the greatest source of that negativity and I hate admitting it to myself. Truthfully, it’s why I am blogging – this is my escape from negativity, so I can feel some positivity. But I know, I need to actively begin replacing the negative things I’ve heard with things that are positive.
Somedays, I truly feel fucked.
And I notice, lately, that my use of language has taken a vulgar turn. I used to pride myself on being able to engage in conversation without cursing or using the “F-word”, but lately, I haven’t given a shit or a fuck about it. I’m fucking depressed, so why deny it?
And now my alarm is going off telling me to wake the hell up, but I’m already awake, because I have racing thoughts. That’s the anxiety.
And this post is really choppy, since I don’t have a focused mind at the moment. I’m not settled, and I’m not settled for a number of reasons.
Should I get a therapist again? Yup, I probably fucking should…but I don’t want to. I hate going through the process of getting to another therapist. I loved the last one I had, but she was actually an intern and her program was ending, so she was moving away. Honestly, I feel abandoned.
But why focus on that, it just makes me upset.
I don’t even know why I get upset? I used to have such a strong, resolved, focused mind. But I can’t even stand up for my own principles anymore. But it’s difficult to stand up for them, when you don’t even know yourself anymore.
I got so suck of hearing how much I don’t care for others, that I have no ability to make decisions for fear of repercussions, but I have no idea how to do what’s right AND show I care at the same time.
Do I fear being alone? It reminds me when my grandparents caught me boning my girlfriend on their couch. I was only 21 then, but I remember my grandmother asking me later, if I felt lonely? Um…sure, granny, that’s why I had a girl buck-nekkid and bent over your couch. I was lonely (Fuck, maybe granny said I was “horny” and I just confused it for “lonely”). And now I’m laughing at what disrespectful idiot I happened to be.
I made some stupid financial decisions, based on emotion and trying to please someone that doesn’t give a fuck about me and accuses me of things I don’t do, holds my mistakes over my head and berates me for “not caring”. Why do I seek approval from ANYONE, let alone someone who constantly informs me I’m hated…
I’m a fucking moron. A stuck, fucking moron.
Make the decision, you pussy!
But even if I do, will I even feel happy? Will the relief give me what I need?
What the fuck is it that I need anyways?
How can I function, with so much internal conflict? How many therapists do you need to see, before you realize you KNOW what you need?
And now, I’m going to get ready to go to a job that I can’t tell if I enjoy or if I’m tainted by the negativity that pervades my mind. The negativity that I used to reject so easily and now embrace so readily.
Why do I do this? I know I can make my own happiness? But why do I care? What does it all matter anyways?
Now you owe fucking money that you spent years paying off, only to run into the same mind frame and do it again…?
That’s fucking insanity, right? Literal fucking definition…why would now be any different than before?
I feel fucked.
My mind is a mess today.
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