Listening to Bulat Okudzhava and reading Bella Akhmadulina, I feel 19 again.
Month: March 2014
Feeling, Saying, Doing: The F*ck Yes Test
StandardThe last few days, sulking and feeling a bit sorry for myself because I placed apparently too many expectations somewhere other than on myself, I spent a lot of time working – and then reading as well as talking to friends. It also never hurts to throw in a healthy, large dose of watching wall-to-wall news programs (like Al Jazeera English) – as much as comparatives can be ridiculous, it can put the little stuff into perspective, e.g. “Boo hoo – he didn’t call when he said he would” versus “Oh, a jetliner disappeared and no one knows anything about it” or how many refugees leave Syria each day or how many people lose their lives randomly at the hands of senseless violence, civil war, starvation/famine, etc. etc. The list goes on endlessly. I cannot realistically compare anything about my cushy life with the struggles people have all over the world every day. I have my own struggles and trials, but in the big picture – and we can always stand to see the big picture, even if it renders us completely inert and helpless – this is nothing.
A really close friend and I discussed the feeling of how tiring it can be to have to be completely self-sufficient. Being single you cannot rely on someone to carry even a small part of the burden – and even if there are rewards to being independent and knowing you can do everything on your own, it would be nice to relax and know you did not have to. She said it would help a lot just to have a really close friend who was close enough that you probably talk almost every day, get together several times a week, and when one of you forgets something at the store and half-mentions it, the other hears and picks up whatever that item was at the store – because they anticipate your needs. (I think this happens more often in strong female friendships than in any other kind of relationship, although I have been blessed in the past to have very detail-oriented and attentive relationship partners who may not have anticipated my needs, but they knew what kinds of things made my day, e.g. fresh pineapple almost every day, coming home with flowers now and again just to make the house feel like spring, etc.)
In any case, in the absence of this, it is easy, as I wrote earlier, to become a bit jaded. Expectations have been ground down from the stress (not unlike gnashing and grinding your teeth in your sleep – you don’t consciously feel the grinding and wearing away of the important stuff – standards or teeth, depending on which analogy you’re following – until there’s almost nothing left). Then we accept things we might never have accepted before – the standards have eroded, we convince ourselves our choices are fewer, we make excuses or extend too many “benefit of the doubt” waivers. We have experience after experience, hoping for something different, but it is never different as long as we stick around for what is just lukewarm. That got me to thinking – when has any hesitant, reticent, lukewarm approach or feeling led to something good? It is not just relationships. It’s everything.
A non-romance example of this is something I wrote about before, about attending law school – I knew even before I started that I was not committed. I convinced myself I had reasons to be there – but I did not get into the school I originally wanted, was at the tail-end of a relationship I was trying to keep going with for some reason and it was all just “meh”, and I was unhappy. I thought a different school would help – but no, it was just that I did not want that life.
The same friend with whom I have been having this exchange discussed the principle behind the book He’s Just Not That Into You – nothing revolutionary but a good primer in learning the principle that when it comes to most things – there is not really a grey area. I realize that I operate and function quite frequently in grey areas – but when it comes to feelings, the deep down, gut instinct – we know there is a yes or a no. We just second guess and throw a million variables into the situations we are in and decisions we make, which may add nuance (because life is complicated and there are extenuating circumstances) but also often add unneeded layers that cloud our judgment and keep us from seeing the truth. Quite often, it is obvious that there is NOT a grey area. We just don’t want to see the extreme of black or white.
After our discussion, which I took to heart, I stumbled on an article in, of all places, The Daily HiiT blog (a workout site), that hits the core point more eloquently and profanely – exactly the way we need to hear it. We see ambiguity because we want to be wanted or liked. But there is no ambiguity. (Here is the original blog post source.)
If you (or the person you are dating – or by extension, your career choice or academic choice or living situation or whatever it is) are not exclaiming, “Hell yeah” or, even more emphatically, “Fuck yes!” – You have your answer. It’s no. Accept it. Move on.
Taking this a step further, I recently read an article about getting past excuses. We create a litany of excuses (if only we spent half as much time creating something useful…) so as to avoid doing or committing to something – and this article is a great roadmap for extinguishing excuses and taking action:
“All of my excuses turned out to be blessings in disguise. There’s always a gap between “what I have now” and “what I would like.”
The gap is all of your excuses. All it takes to close the gap is to be creative and work your way through the excuses. I repeat: this is ALL IT TAKES.”
But – I think the first hurdle can be covered by the “Fuck Yes” test – is it something you really feel passionately and want to do? Are you making excuses because you’re scared (in which case you probably do want to move forward and do whatever it is you fear) or because you really just do not want to do whatever it is (and were somehow led to think you did)?
Restorative power of global friendship
StandardSince publishing my last post about priorities, disappointment and the disparity between words and actions, I have been reminded multiple times that there are always dear, honest, trustworthy people who will lend an ear, emotional support, time and their last dime to show their support and how much they love you. It is easy to get stuck on the handful of bad moments or experiences and not see the wealth of beautiful people and what they offer unconditionally.
Friends in France, Seattle, Iceland, Norway, England and beyond have all reached out and had lovely things to say, lovely offers to help – words that, if needed, would be backed up by action.
Thank you, world of friends.
Priorities
StandardIt takes remarkably little to keep me happy – not sure if this is good or if I just have low standards/a low threshold for happiness. By the same token, it is also pretty easy to tarnish my mood by (repeatedly) failing to follow through with action that has been promised in words. This appears to be the great battle of my adult life: others’ failures to act on their words.
Perhaps this would not bother me to such a degree if it were not so painfully obvious where people (supposedly close to me) place their priorities. It is easy to say a lot of words. It is unfortunately easy for someone like me to believe that by holding someone to his words or expecting the bare minimum (based on what they have said), I am being unreasonable or demanding. I have my priorities defined. I do what I say I will do. I can be trusted. The same cannot be said of everyone.
And the bottom line is that it really hurts. No matter how many walls I build, no matter how many times it happens, no matter how small the slight (forgetting to call for example). Of course it is affected by other factors – I am feeling scared, alone, helpless, and a host of other things that are not anyone’s fault. But being alone, going through some of these things, like all the other things, is overwhelming. It probably puts huge stresses on me, and by extension on those I want to rely on (but don’t/can’t). I suppose it’s best to find out sooner – trial by small fire – than later.
Crying out for attention or help or whatever, strangely, sadly, leaves me even more alone.
A “diseased clown with a three-piece mind” – poetry of the late David Lerner
StandardLittle pieces of the late David Lerner‘s poem “Mein Kampf” spring to mind.
“I’d rather sell arms
to the Martians
than wait sullenly for a
letter from some diseased clown with a
three-piece mind
telling me that I’ve won a
bulletproof pair of rose-colored glasses…”
…
“They’re selling radioactive charm bracelets
and breakfast cereals that
lower your IQ by 50 points per mouthful
we got politicians who think
starting World War III
would be a good career move
we got beautiful women
with eyes like wet stones
peering out as us from the pages of
glossy magazines
promising that they’ll
fuck us till we shoot blood
if we’ll just buy one of these beautiful switchblade knives
I’ve got mine”
poetry excerpt – caj westerberg
StandardFor all those times when you wonder if maybe someone is not quite what they seem. A snake, perhaps?
from Dear and Going Cheap
–Caj Westerberg (Finland)
“…she wondered if
she could ask me
to mow the lawn.
And I’m a person who
loves tall grass.
As snakes do.”
Statelessness: You don’t understand citizenship
StandardI have written before about the misunderstood and taken-for-granted nature of citizenship. In many countries, you can be born somewhere and live there your entire life and still not be a citizen. In some countries, your citizenship will be stripped from you when you leave the country for some period of time. It is potentially a more fluid state of being than one imagines. As I have argued before, most people don’t think about it until something happens that forces them to.
I just watched a documentary on Al Jazeera English covering the stateless citizen problem in Greece for the Turkish minority there.
One woman has spent more than 20 years as a stateless person – born in Greece, her citizenship was revoked when she went to Turkey and married a Turkish man, but she cannot get Turkish citizenship without a Greek passport to give the authorities. She is not legally allowed to work in Turkey – she only has a residence permit – so survives on her husband’s pension. She was not able to travel back to Greece to attend her own father’s funeral.
The laws in Greece have shifted throughout the 20th and 21st centuries, but many of these displaced people have been unable to find their place or legal recourse through any of the changes. One such change in the law was to implement a process by which former citizens could reclaim their Greek citizenship – but the process was more like naturalizing a foreigner who was becoming Greek for the first time, which struck most people as discriminatory. The thinking being – a person who has lived in Greece all her life is not a foreigner, and should not have to declare that she is for the sake of getting her nationality back.
As I wrote above – people don’t think about these things until something happens that forces them to. In an article in The Guardian, writer Kamila Shamsie describes, based on her own experience migrating to the UK, the uncertain citizenship journey. First, when a person moves to a new country, s/he assumes that the path is laid out clearly. If she just follows the rules, she is on the right course to achieving citizenship. It’s just a matter of time.
But, as I, the Al Jazeera story and Shamsie point out: immigration and citizenship laws are in constant flux. You might be staying in the country of your dreams legally – for now – and have a good handle on what you have to do and be, following all the steps to the letter. But by no means is that the end of it. Until you have the new nationality confirmed, in your hands, you are not home free. Something can always change, making the feeling of settling down and finding a comfort level almost impossible and out of reach. As Shamsie wrote: “I wasn’t prepared for the mutable nature of immigration laws, and their ability to make migrants feel perpetually insecure, particularly as the rhetoric around migration mounted.”
Smoked Mozzarella, Experientialism, Psychic Nature and Magic
StandardAm I psychic or was it just coincidental? Did I manifest smoked mozzarella out of thin air? Two days ago I was thinking hard about the absence of smoked mozzarella – not really a favorite food or anything, but suddenly I felt I really wanted and needed smoked mozzarella but I knew I had never seen it here.
But then tonight I went to the store and had no intention of looking for smoked mozzarella – but there it was – on sale no less!
Who knew it would be so exciting to find?
On the way back from the store I was thinking about how it is so easy to get caught in the trap of thinking one is becoming happier and more fulfilled because they have more stuff. I have been alone and worked to buy more things – but I have not been any more fulfilled by having. I began to think about how experience can be so much more enriching – and then found an article on that very subject.
It really is all about the experience – “experientialism”, as the article puts it. Learning to breathe after the “stuffocation” modern society engenders.
And sometimes experience is magic.
Overdosing on Banshee on TV and enjoying the latest from Neneh Cherry and Robyn.
“the churn of stale words in the heart again”
StandardAnother poetry kind of day…
Cascando
-Samuel Beckett
1
why not merely the despaired of
occasion of
wordshed
is it not better abort than be barren
the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with eyes like yours
all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved
nor nine months
nor nine lives
2
saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love
the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words
terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending
pretending
I and all the others that will love you
if they love you
3
unless they love you
Mistaking Sad for Mad: Desperado
StandardIf someone repeats the same kind of non-action annoyance almost every day and knows it is an “apologizable offense” – why is it that they keep repeating it? Habit? Don’t know they are doing it? Don’t recognize how damaging it is?
Disappointment is a funny thing – you can build up hopes for something without even realizing you have created or are relying on expectations. Even when you know better than to expect anything. And it can be for the littlest, funniest stuff. The hurt one feels after any of these slights/disappointments is often misinterpreted as anger. But anger and hurt are different aspects of the same kind of emotion.
Life (and the interactions I have in it) seems to be on an unending loop of “all talk, no action” incursions. “The enemy is illiterate.”
Vowel
–Nina Cassian (Romania)
A clean vowel
in my morning
Latin pronunciation
in the murmur of confused time.
With rational syllables
I’m trying to clear the occult mind
and promiscuous violence.
My linguistic protest
has no power.
The enemy is illiterate.
There come moments when poetry has all the perfect lines to describe what I feel.
My annoyance at someone deciding that playing The Eagles at a housewarming party is welcoming and relaxing is at an all-time high. “Desperado” – Don Henley – kiss my ass. I never had such vitriolic hatred for The Eagles in my early life, but sometime in junior high, spending weekends with my then-best friend Terra, we wanted MTV to show things we actually liked, but the channel tended to repeat Don Henley Unplugged – a lot. It seemed every time we turned on the TV, we turned it on right when there was a close-up of Henley’s aged face, singing with his eyes closed, straining to release his solo version of “Desperado” – much to our teenage dismay.
As if I needed more reasons and reminders as to why I steer clear of parties.
Don’t make promises you can’t keep, people.
“You’re a hard one, but I know that you got your reasons/these things that are pleasin’ you, can hurt you somehow.”