Yeah, I was sick most of this week. I guess it’s a good time to re-watch my movie favorites. One of them is Amelie and the other Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

If you never watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, you may not want to watch the following clip.

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Ahhhh…I used to watch these things with my ex-husband. I called him the other day. His birthday was on Halloween and I wanted to really wish him well. The last time I talked to him we were still married. Even though that relationship was a bit turbulent. I think that out of all the guys I’ve ever fallen in love with…(okay I’m making it sound like there were a lot, but there really weren’t that many) Anyway, out of everyone, he was the one that loved me the most. I think our feelings for each other were mutual and we both knew each other very well at some weird abstract intense level. In the end he knew what I needed most from him was a lot of space. I really really am grateful that he respected and knew that was what I needed even if he didn’t want that at the time. It was an awkward phone call, since my decision to make it was so sudden, but we wished each other happiness and wellness and it was so quick because it seemed so weird and out of place with my current life. It’s like I was a different person back then. And he is also a different person now. And we were wishing the memories of the people we knew back then well and we weren’t talking with each other at all. It was strange. Not bad. Just weird. I’m laughing now, just remembering the beginning of the conversation:

Me: It’s Jennifer. Remember me? We used to be married for 5 years.

Him: Yes of course I remember you!

Me: I’ll make this short to minimize the awkwardness. I’m just calling to wish you an early happy birthday because I figured you would take that day off and I don’t have any other number and I also wish you the best in life and that I always have and always will wish you well…*trying to get as much of it as possible out in one breath*

Anyway we chit-chatted and he asked me if I was happy and I asked him if he was happy and we both said we were happy but didn’t go into details. But the conversation lasted all of 3 minutes and although it was strange and rushed, there were well-wishes all around.

I wonder if someday I’ll be another new person for last guy to break my heart, so I can call him on the phone and we can awkwardly exchange well-wishes and realize that the old people don’t exist anymore.

Right now I’m talking to different people in the hopes of forgetting good old you know who. But most of these guys are just wrong. Wrong for me at least. Maybe if I was a more unemotional fun loving girl I’d do well. But it seems to me what most of these guys want is a girl to have sex with but they are too cheap to get a prostitute. So they figure, dinner, drinks, movie adds up to sex. Not that I have a major problem with that going on. But for me, right now, there’s just something not right about it and it’s not something that I want to deal with.

You know I wish I could go with the flow of these things with no problem and be a cool and sassy girl…I really do. I bet life’s easier to live that way. I wish I didn’t have to make it so complicated.

I know that trying to sleep now is just futile.

So my current drama is that I’ve finally peeked out of my hermitage to explore the world of dating and men after over 2 years. And going into this, admittedly, I’m not really certain what I am looking for exactly.

The ones that want a commitment scare me. The ones that don’t want a commitment scare me. Fawk! I thought I was ready! So I plunged in despite uncertainty.

I’ve met a few that I was interested in…went out with one of them a few times. Holy crap I began to develop feelings. And this is one of those guys that isn’t ready for commitment. I fully respect that. But I figured, I need to stay away from him because my heart is getting involved. We really don’t want that.

One thing I’ve discovered about myself though. If I’m open to it, I can fall in love with just about anyone. They may not be the best for me or even have any of the traits I find attractive. If I’m open to it, I’m potentially in trouble.

This is why I’m such a frikken mean person that tries to be all cynical all the time. My true heart wants to love and trust people completely and without condition. How is that supposed to be in this world, where people struggle and fight to take advantage. So I protect it with the cloak of insensitivity and toughness.

So I’ve taken this novel new approach: I’m going to follow my heart and my mind won’t do the overprotective thing and suppress all love. However my mind will do what’s appropriate and find the wisest action, while still serving my true heart, if that makes any sense. For example, in the case of my ex, who I still have overflowing love for. I will no longer act like I hate him. But I’ll have a bit of restraint and not throw myself as his feet like some sort of fool.

Okay. I know most of you have mastered this sort of thing. What can I say, I’m an all or nothing type of girl. Bear with me, I’m a bit slow. This is my current challenge.

I wish I could be one of those people, who can just laugh it off, take some kick boxing lessons, some salsa classes, get a haircut, and have a wild girl’s night out then act like it’s all shaken off.  Hhaha. Isn’t that what every girl does when she goes through a breakup? Salsa, haircut, kick boxing, girl’s night out: the recipe for beating the breakup blues. It’s almost universal.

Fuck. Just dealing with the fact that there actually is love in my heart, it’s not really broken, and maybe it’s just overflowing with more love for the world in general than I’m comfortable admitting. This is uncomfortable but it is also honest and I vowed to be honest with myself and I’m physically feeling this searing pain through my heart. Or it could be heartburn from the Mexican buffet brunch I had earlier…owwwwwww.

 

I’m trying to rile myself up and get all excited about this stuff because in the past this is how I got over …lost loves. It was effective and worked quickly. Just the prospect of someone millions of times better was enough to spare me weeks and months and years of love-grieving.

This time it’s different. I can’t seem to get excited over the possibility of someone new. It seems like an awful lot of trouble to go through. I halfway suspect if there is a person out there that’s right for me, I’d just look at him and say, “Hey…Soulmate? It was nice to meet you and all, but yeah, I gotta be somewhere…”  Then I’d make a break for it and give up exploring this thing that I used to think my life revolved around. Hey maybe my life is bigger than that. Maybe the delusions of grandeur are not delusions!

Haha, but who am I kidding? So I continue to try to rile myself up in an effort to get over someone. Message for people who’ve come to lecture me: SO YOU SEE IT’S NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING.

But I will admit to putting in only a half-assed effort. I posted a profile on one of the free dating websites and I think I offended someone because the profile was so half-assed. He took everything I said apart…ha. Ok dude, obviously this means so much more to you than to me…I know I’m not that driven or excited so I see where you’re coming from.

I used to see the relationship thing as sharing your life with someone. But now I see it as a tempting trap, that actually isn’t so tempting anymore.

But I am seeing what’s out there…yeah whatever. So far everyone is the same. No originality. Everyone trying to project the same persona.  But I guess there’s only so much you can know from short electronic exchanges. I guess I have to try to imagine what I think is impossible…

They say you have to word affirmations in such a way that they are statements of what is occurring in the present (even though you think they aren’t) instead of the future (which is when you really think this stuff is gonna happen.)

Ok. I’m not one for reciting these affirmations aloud because I always feel like a fool, reciting my wishes as if I were a kid reciting, “‘ ‘i’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’” and even while knowing fully well that there are exceptions to that rule, as in the words, “neighbor” and “weigh”.

So I don’t do it. And no, I haven’t given it an honest try.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe they work. It’s just–I feel too silly. Instead I say them in my head. Or imagine a feeling. I squinch up my face and ball up my fists and think really hard.

Perhaps another approach is in order.

So I merged my new blog with this, my old blog. I have no idea. I won’t bother catching anyone up and just leave you to be in medias res or whatever they call it. Whatever. I guess now I can be found, but I can always could be found. Nuts.

The real reason I clothe myself in a whirlwind of fury and hatred…is embarrassing really. I was just about to write it here and realized that people are seeing this. Stupid people with their people-y thoughts and opinions…it’s all their doing, really. Really.

I am starting this because there have been several people who have expressed a desire to communicate with each other through blogging. Different groups of friends. Wanting to speak with complete honesty, sharing real thoughts and feelings.

To be honest, I’m not sure how honest I want to be. But I guess I could start by talking about why I am “clothed in fury”. I could just delete this if I wake up tomorrow and decide it is stupid.

So. The reason I do that is an embarrassing one because the one I am really angry at is myself. For allowing myself to hope, even just a little. And the hope was not realized. Who the hell was I to hope, to trust, to believe in people-or myself?

Now if we were to crack open any self-help book, the above statements will be immediately declared total BS, that I should forgive and love myself and move the fuck on because you know, the law of attraction is totally gonna bite you in the ass if you dwell on it.

Well fine.

You know just now I imagined all the havoc I would unleash onto the world. And then I laughed. Maybe I can forgive after all. Lulz!

It has been very strange and I don’t remember why…

OOh! I am super excited because Wil Wheaton, LeVar Burton and Brent Spiner are all on twitter!!! I’m sure people have no idea how much this thrills me. I’m hoping that they convince the rest of the cast of Star Trek: The Next Generation to go on twitter too.

What else was weird…OH. Yeah. Steve Pavlina wrote another post relevant to me. I won’t bother going into details…but anyway…This never happened before because I guess my issues never collided with his previous focuses. BUt now it’s like he’s reading my mind. It’s really cool. But it sort of creeps me out that he addresses every point that I was struggling with a few days earlier.

The iPod oracle appears not to want to be my oracle anymore. Its answers seem half-hearted. It keeps spitting out scary songs when I put it on shuffle. Maybe I need to give it a break. I know it is huffy at me. Yeah I give inanimate objects and plants personalities. It’s what I do…

One lady I don’t usually talk to often because she is an acquaintance had this big discussion with me on my facebook wall about love and a lot of other things that i’m concerned with. That was strange as well.  That tripped me out big time.

Other trippy things happened. Like the stuff with my mechanical pencil at work that was missing for a week. Then it mysteriously appeared in the pen holder which I emptied many times looking for it. Hmmm. Curious…

What else…I have no idea.

People with exciting lives are out there!  I don’t know if I’m supposed to be doing anything about that fact…While I have no particular desire to join them, I really don’t know what to do with myself and this disturbs me a little.

Oh EM eff Gee. They are playing “we belong together” by Mariah Carey.  Perhaps there is meaning. Perhaps there is nothing at all. Either way, it’s one or the other. AH yes I had too much coffee. I think coffee will be harder for me to give up than meat. I thought I weaned myself onto juices and teas successfully, but once I get sad, I turn to my coffee and become extremely excited and happy about everything.

I haven’t heard from my friend that fixes me up on blind dates without telling me…that’s just as well since I just don’t wanna deal with that kind of thing right now.

Okay. So if I associate myself with people – anyone – does that automagically come with drama? It seems to be so for the most part. People in general stress me out.  I also stress myself out…but not as much.

I guess I should go home now to leave room for the people who are just coming in. Ah but I love this coffee shop!! The one closer to my house is cold and their wifi doesn’t work. Plus it’s close enough to my house that I might as well be home. MEH.

I think things must be getting better. People don’t seem to have that LOVE or HATE reaction thing going when they meet me. It’s great to meet the people who really like you. But then it sucks to meet the people that hate you. It’s such a mood swing to meet people. This is why I choose to hang out alone much of the time. But since peoples’ reactions to me seem to be evening out, maybe it’s just a matter of me being more comfortable with who I am again.

Okay MUST LEAVE COFFEE SHOP. I can go home and do the same thing.

That topic ought to be broad enough to cover my scattered/random way of  blogging, yet still be on topic. It is a cop out, but who cares.

SO this week has been alright for the most part. I’ve been pretty quiet at work, and that seemed strange to some people. But I’m okay with it. I’m regarding some types of conversation to be a waste of my energy so I’m just going to talk much less. I kind of like it.

Strangely, I’m finding myself addicted to Twitter after sort of ignoring it for a year. Maybe people are not so annoying in 140 characters or less.  Including me. I’m following a lot of people and a lot of random people are following me.  I guess for marketing purposes, maybe not so much to see what I’m doing…Which brings me to the question, do you need to be promoting something in order to be on Twitter? It seems to be almost a requirement. But maybe I’m thinking this only because no one I know actively uses twitter. I thoroughly enjoy the @tweetbomb -ing. It’s kind of fun, like playing the lottery for tweetbombs.

I got a huge Avon order, but now my apartment is a mess with Avon boxes all over the place.  Time to sort and pack everything…

San Diego is actually not too bad. I think if the whole garbage/neighbor issue was solved, it would make matters easier. There’s also the work issue…I wonder how I can fix that? I need to act on money making ideas.

Today was my catch up on sleep day. Normally, it is Friday, but I had to go to Kaiser.  It’s evening now, but I need to start cleaning. I also started growing some bean sprouts!!! I can’t wait. I love bean sprouts.

This week, I also came to some terms with a few of my personal issues dealing with love and stuff about committment. I’ve stopped freaking out about it all the way I have been for the past what…few years? It all kind of clarified when I read Steve Pavlina’s posts on Polyamory and Jealousy.  Not that I’m suddenly polyamorous. I just came to understand a few of my personal issues through his posts. And actually, those were my major battles in my inner turmoil war. Not that it’s over…just kind of clear. My insides are just silent. That’s pretty nice for a change.

Since I got back, I’m noticing that I’m not liking food as much. This happened last year  just before I got addicted to tomato soup for a period of time. Before that nothing seemed worth eating. Maybe I should try the tomato soup again because all I’m consuming are hot drinks. And cashews. Maybe in a few days those sprouts will be nice…Time to take a trip to Trader Joe’s for some more tomato soup.

I just found out that I didn’t win Mega Millions on Tuesday. I usually play it only when i’m around people who are really into playing lottery. Like my parents…and my ex-bf. So I guess I won’t be playing for a while…

I guess all there is to do right now is to clear up my clutter. I wish my apartment looked as clear as I feel.

Coffee shops kick ass!!!!!! I am at the Living Room Cafe. ANd it’s fucking…ummm…kickass!!!!

YEAH. I’m having trouble sticking to one topic and focusing on it. Not working for me yet… It’s like I only have a little to say about a lot of things. Maybe I should just make Twitter my main blog.

I had dairy products today. Dairy makes me bloated. I am now sitting down hard. The end.