Vicious Cycle

Being upset causes me to be upset. I absolutely hate wasting my time having negative feelings towards things when I could be spending my time wisely and enjoying myself. I just can't pretend to be happy anymore either. I used to be able to, but now it just isn't worth the effort. Unfortunately, this makes my sadness or anger noticeable. People will then start to ask me what's wrong and try to help, but I feel like lately I just don't want anyone's help. Scratch that. I want the help of one specific person. I might not know who that person is at the time, but I know that if I talk with them that I will feel better. Again, sometimes I know who this person is. Other times, I don't. Lately, it's always a boy, and particularly, whichever boy I'm interested in romantically at the time. It makes me feel stupid and pathetic. I should be able to either deal with my problems myself or accept help from someone that isn't a potential partner. The fact that the words of my friends are much less significant to me just because they can't give me affection the same way a boyfriend can really makes me upset. And that makes me upset. And here we go in a vicious cycle.

Bhakti & Karma Yoga

   Tonight, I had my first introduction to the Unschool of Yoga, which is named so because of the fact that putting words to our connections while in the presence of our inner spirit would ruin the whole experience. I'm the youngest in the class, by far. I have speculation that the next oldest person is around the age of 20, and some of my classmates and my instructor were speaking of grandchildren, so you can imagine the variety of the room. It was, however, mostly middle aged women. I had some discomfort originally as we had not started out on a good foot (no pun intended) when my mom walked right into the sacred space with her chunky, black high heels. I felt rather anxious in comparison to many of the 2nd and 3rd year students and I'm hoping that eventually, I'll be able to sit in the room with as much ease as they can. I'm so excited and curious to go on a new journey with myself. I think this year is going to be very eye opening for me. I'm getting much farther involved in my creative abilities with writing and not limiting myself so much to what I've always known. I've always been a person of habit, so trying these new things is very eye opening and to be honest, discomforting. I think it'll be okay though, because I have the wonderful people whom I've just met today to help me along. I hope that my gradual personality change is reflected through my writing as well, so that later I can reflect on all of these posts and see my struggle and success. That's why from now on, I don't care what I say, I'm not deleting a post. I'm sorry if I end up hurting someone, though I will try not to, but I must be able to see tangible proof of my growth as a human striving to serve the truth.

We all worked together to make this little guy up here. I did the eyes. :)

At peace

Finally reaching that moment,
Realizing,
That it doesn't matter anymore.
There is no reason to hurt,
No reason to cry,
No reason to lament over the broken things,
No point in holding on to something that wasn't meant to be.

I understand.

I need something new,
Invigorating,
Fresh,
Fantastic,
I deserve it.
I deserve to be happy.

I don't know why I didn't think I did before.

I think it really is true,
That for things to start going right,
They first have to go absolutely wrong.

That's okay.

My life went haywire.
I dodged some bullets,
Avoided some crises,
And here I am,
Still living,
Still breathing,
Still trucking along.

Guess what? I feel fucking fabulous.

You get it

Summer goes,

Affection leaves,

Autumn comes,

Leaves bring new things,

A boy who has been hurt one too many times,

He hasn't loved in years,

But why does he want my lips

On his?

I want to reach out,

I want to hold him,

I want to let him in,

But he's a challenge that I don't know

If I can bear the hardships that will come along.

It just felt very right,
Last Saturday night,
In my bedroom underneath my Christmas lights,
To be kissing your lips,

To be holding your hands,

To be talking about hurting with someone who gets it.

You get it,

I think.

You're no exception

It's Friday.
It's 4:14 a.m.
My heart hurts because the words you said
At 11:35 last night
Punched me in my heart.
You told me
I won't ignore you.
You can talk to me.
Please don't be upset.
Because you knew that I was healing my wounds too.
You know some of the most awful pain
From the love in your past.
That one girl, she hurt you really badly.
I've never known love such as that.
I'm sorry she hurt you.
I'm sorry you need her.
Despite how short of a time this has been happening,
I wanted you while my heart was feeling meager.
I'm sorry that I felt as if I needed you.
But I needed you yesterday.
Not only were you not there,
But when I begged, you said
no.
Now
I know
If it was something serious,
I wouldn't have you.
They always leave in the end.
You're no exception.



That doesn't change the fact that I still blame myself for everything.

~j.j.b.~

I love meeting new groups of people. It's so invigorating. I always get so trapped in the sense that the people whom I interact with on a daily basis are the only people in the world. It's so refreshing to know that there are so many wonderful and absolutely fabulous people out there. I love the introductions, despite their awkwardness. It's so intriguing to be able to observe someone within the first five minutes of meeting them, and try to look into their life and experiences based on what they're doing. It could be anything.

Sitting criss-crossed instead of laying on the tummy while in the park.
(It's because they feel insecure about their tushy or legs, so they're trying to hide it by sitting in a funny position)

Biting nails before ordering food
(It's because they have anxiety, and they worry every single time they have to do anything involving asking someone they don't know, personally, to serve them in some sort of way)

Licking lips before getting ready to say words
(Their lips are chapped from staying out in the cold with their lover a little too long the night before)

Looking embarrassed after saying something just a teensy bit too loud
(They've always been bashful about how loud they laugh and speak, but no matter how hard they try, they can't help but stop it)

Staring in the distance, just zoning, after herbal refreshments
(They get high, everyday. They love to be out of touch with reality because the world they live in is too cruel for their sensitive feelings and everything gets them upset)

It's not judgement. It's curiosity. It's explanation. It's analyzing. I do it all the time and some people think it's fab and others utterly despise me for it. I find people fascinating...that's why I love to meet all the new ones. 

(I also like to remember their names at least but for some reason lately that hasn't been happening)

peace out.

Morning Glory

I love the morning.
I love to wake up in the wee hours of dawn,
When the house is quiet,
     Peaceful,
         Serene.
When I can quietly listen to the enchanting voices of the artists whom I love,
When I can contemplate important questions and the meaning of life,
When I can sip my coffee at my kitchen table and eat my strawberries, by myself,
When I can get the alone time I so desperately need,

Morning is a constant, I am a variable, and depending on the change of x, I can either be feeling absolutely fabulous or utterly awful.

Today I'm feeling wonderful.

Because we all need a little self-reflecting,
And we all need a little perspective.

That perspective is the only thing that can save me.
(not to be melodramatic, but it's trooooooooo)


~j.j.b.~