Thursday, August 27, 2015


 

 

Necessity’s invention gives us cause,

To meet current demand for a quick fix.

Yet temporal excess can give us pause,

To analyze the crises, problems, tricks.

 

Certain nagging thoughts have somewhat lessened.

I can imagine freedom from them come.

Breaking from oppressive worry, binding,

Myself to things from which I ought to run.

 

It’s time for forward thinking, time to break

From habits that don’t always serve me well.

Stubbornness can long delay time to make

A choice to walk away from psychic hell.

 

I am not more myself, I have evolved.

Time has been healing wounds, my ghosts dissolved.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Still Not Dead Yet.

 
 
Nor have I lost interest in politics. I have pretty  much lost interest in blogging.  Blame  fb.  And texting.  So much texting.  My joke is that I  have too many women in my life.  More accurately,  I spend too much time  texting with them.  Anyway, and speaking of women . . .


she who broke my heart.  She who friendzoned me  and dumped if not me (spare me the semantics) at least chose the attentions of another, over me.  (I had to change love to attentions, as I am fairly damn sure he doesn't love her.  I am sure he is a narcissist and is treating her like a trophy, and a favorite  lay  --  meaning I am sure the fucker is cheating on her.  Fucking narcissist!) 

I actually wish I could hate her.  I wish I could take the intensity with which I loved her once, and turn that into an inferno of despite and contempt  equal and opposite in scope and energy.  But I can't.  Manly  on account of two reason.  One.  I actually  did love her that well.  Nobody loves selflessly.  Love has a selfish component built in.  And still, I did love her well enough that I accepted her rejection rather quickly, even if not quietly.  And the other reason is  I know her history, her mind, and the damage of her formative years well enough to know  pretty  damn well why she is who she is, and why she kicked me to the curb.  Ya.  I don't look or act like her narcissistic and evil father.  I don't remind her of him one tiny bit.  So I am out of there.  Never had a chance.  Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.


And yes,  I have to 'worst case scenario' the thing  because  hope is hopeless here.  Whether or not she really  had feelings for me, is so not the point.  The point is I have take it as the only truth she never did.  That way  I can stay more than not focused on the need to believe  I never want to see her again,  and never want closure.  That would be the worst of all fucking options, to have one of those shitty  assed  closure  conversations.  It is actually  better to just assume  I meant nothing to her and never will again, than have to put up with the bullshit.  And by that I mean  some, "Gee  I'm sorry  you took it so badly, I did not mean to hurt you,"  condescending, toxic bullshit. 

"Of course I took that shit personally.  You chose someone else over me.  I don't give a fuck about the why.  I don't want to hear how you can't help who you fell for  or feel for.  I am a god damned adult.  I know fucking full and well that all that 'love is magic'  infantile bullshit is nothing more than infantile  bullshit."

I will stop here.  It has been a year since I had any contact with her.  And like I say above, I need to believe that I never want to see her again.  Intellectually  I know that is what I need.  And for the most part, I believe that in my heart as well.  Venting  ending!

Saturday, January 03, 2015

I'm Not Dead Yet!



Just haven't been feeling the whole, blog thing, for a while.  So here goes  a quickie.

Isn't it disturbingly  humorous how it is, lately, some big talking point for the racist wing nuts  to bitch and moan about Al Sharpton's back taxes?

Takes a certain kind of hypocrisy to condemn your political rivals  for doing something  you cheer your team members for doing,  and in this case, trying to get away with out paying  their taxes.

I wonder how many of the hypocrite wing nuts  repeating  the Sharpton tax talking points  cheered on that asshole who clearly, beyond any reasonable doubt, owes the Fed Gvt a shit load of money for his un paid grazing fees?

I am not a fan of Sharpton.  But I am an attorney who has taken tax law courses.  As my professor  used to say in his  stand up comedy  style  sometimes when one of those  tricky points  of tax law was at issue:

"Now is the time we all rise as one and say, it depends."

Cause tax law is like that.  I am sure The Right Reverend  Sharpton owes.  But on the one hand they don't throw your ass in jail  lickity split for that.  And another thing, the talking point  lumps in back taxes for some  company  he ran/runs, is/was associated with.  That is artificially  inflating  the arrearages.  And the comparisons  to Al Capone, Leona Helmsey,, and even Martha Stewart are all false.  Martha  wend down  for a securities  rap  anyway!  That is how  scumbaggy these wing nuts  get.  They just make up shit, on top of their hypocrisy.  

No wonder I took a break from political blogging.  Sure my head was in other things  but ya know?  This never seems to get better.  And those lying hypocrites  just get worse and worse.

Friday, August 08, 2014

Even More On The Dread. Awful Friend Zone.

The mature, sensible, and sensitive woman's way of setting a proper boundary in a platonic relationship:

"Your're a fun guy, good company, and I like hanging out with you. But you want more than I am willing to give. So we need to end this right now. Best of luck finding what you want in life."

And the immature, not sensible and insensitive way:

"Aww let's just be friends."

I am throwing this up here as yesterday I read one writer's argument that friend zoning was merely setting a boundary. 

I am a big fan of boundaries, I think boundary setting is one of the most important elements of maintaining healthy relationships. And I can see why, in theory, someone might think and or argue that friend zoning is merely setting a boundary. But in practice it still results in an ongoing state of partial rejection, that is likely to end badly if not go full on toxic. 

So ladies, and men too (but it usually works ladies to men). Please set healthy boundaries. And when I say that I mean do not set unhealthy boundaries, like trying to find the middle ground in an unrequited love situation. Realize that once the desire part is out there, then that is the most important part of the now doomed relationship. Not whether or not you want to continue to enjoy the good company of the person who desires you who you do not think of in near enough the same way. That is where shit gets fucked up. Trying to get someone to betray and deny their feelings, so you can enjoy their company without having to feel uncomfortable because your feelings do not match their feelings? That shit is at minimum manipulative. 

Don't do it. Set that boundary where is should be. Farther out there. Like at the Just Acquaintances Ring. Not any where near the Just Friends Ring.

More On The Dread, Awful Friend Zone.

I thought I was done writing about the dreaded toxic wasteland popularly known as The Friend Zone. But I confess. I am still reading up on it. It’s fascinating how some people completely miss the point that this is not something you believe in or not, like you would in heaven or in reincarnation. It is not an either/or choice. 

It is not a matter of all people who complain about the friend zone being just fake “nice guys” who really just want sex, only. Sure, some guys are just looking to get laid. But investing months or years in “faking” friendship to maybe get a mercy fuck is not too many times done, I would have to guess. (Going to the bar week after week and trying the same lame pick up line till it works has a higher degree of likelihood of success, I would have to guess.)

Or that all (particularly women) who want to be just friends are either delaying (as opposed to avoiding) conflict/hurt feelings, or are deliberately trying to get the emotional milk without having to buy the vulnerable, loving relationship cow (I know. I have just spun that line about milk and cows into new territory. Yea me!) I am sure some (mostly women) actually act under the misguided delusion that once unrequited love is on the table, it can be easily removed, and replaced with some other item, like being buddies. And I hate to quote Harry from “When Harry Met Sally,” as that movie perpetrates the lie that it is all about the sex. But Harry was onto something when he said, once it is out there it is out there.

So what am I driving at? This nonsense; the idea that one or the other doesn’t want to risk ruining the friendship. Guess what? Once it is out there, it is out there.


 I am not saying people cannot change their feelings. But expecting both people to “Get on the same page,” by the one who is more committed to the other changing their feelings? That is magical thinking. And it is manipulative. And there is this rather baseless assumption out there that it is more incumbent on the doomed one to change their feelings than for the rejector to change theirs. 

Not that I am saying in any way, shape, or form, the rejector has a greater duty to change their feelings. 

What I am saying is this. Neither person should have to change their feelings.

Let me say again. Neither person should have to change their feelings. But at this point, the relationship is quite fucked. There is no saving it. Have a Relationship Doctor pronounce it dead, and properly dispose of the remains of it.

Here is the sad truth, and why the friend zone is toxic, and produces doomed, dysfunctional relationships. If you do not do what I just said there, and recognize the relationship is dead. If you proceed as is usually the case, with the rejected one having to suck it up, and deny their true feelings, you are setting up for friendship failure. One person is either going to get their heart broken. And that is no fun, I can attest to that. Or it could lead to bad feelings on one, or the other, or both sides. Or one, or the other, or both stop investing in the friendship, and it withers and dies like a neglected houseplant. Or one, or the other, or both, around the same time, down the road, decide this shit is not worth the bother, and make a clean break of it.

A happy ending is not mathematically likely. So like I say in the de motivational poster: 

Stop Friend Zoning. Friend Zoning is toxic, manipulative, controlling, and in the end, abusive. Don’t do it!

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

Stop Friend Zoning!



Opps,  I forgot selfish.

 And yes, I was going for a specific visual metaphor there. The "hobbling" scene from Misery is a great visual representation of the exertion of manipulative control of one human over another. That is why friend zoning is so toxic.

Sure. Every woman or man has the right to decide who they want to get romantic with. But no one has the right to hobble.

You can't build or maintain a healthy relationship where relative power in the relationship is that far out of balance, and one person exerts that much power over the other.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

How do you



tell your ex friend that her new boyfriend is obviously  a narcissistic,  sexual predator?

You don't.  You just keep your distance,  and let them work it out for themselves.

Heartbreaking  thought that might be.  You are not communicating  any more so there is nothing to be done or said about it.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Now I Get It. I think.



There is the ordinary friend zone.  Some say.  There is the flirt zone. Some say.  And then there is being the back up boo. 

I had been the back up boo.  That might seem like a good thing.  Until it is not, anymore.
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