February 26, 2004
All That For Some Nice Beads...
An update on my real life tomorrow, but I realized that this week was Mardi Gras week, and that takes me to something that I probably have never told anyone-but what the hell, you only live once. That's right-I have a wild Mardi Gras story.
I went to Mardi Gras in New Orleans twice when I lived in the U.S. Once when I was in university, and once when I was a grown-up working for a stockbroking firm. Both times, I went with Kim. And on the trip where we were in university, man alive did it sure seem like it.
Since we were poor college students, we had to take it as such-so we stayed two nights in Kim's minivan, parked in an underground parking lot. That's right-we really roughed it. The amazing thing is, we even had a portable toilet in the minivan with us, so it was all the comforts of home.
Minus a shower, of course.
I had been to New Orleans before and absolutely loved it. Kim had never been, so during the day we toured the French Quarter and the surrounding neighborhoods. Of course, we did this starting off with an Egg McMuffin and a Hurricane-and if you're not familiar with Hurricanes, they're one part fruit punch, one part Rum, and one-part Everclear (a grain alcohol that is something like 80 proof). So we-like the rest of New Orleans, really-walked around with an unmistakable red mustach and pink colored tongue for the duration of the party.
Mardi Gras is all about floats, and Crewes, and beads and alcohol and food and dancing. It was wild and out of control and yet happy and friendly all at once. Kim kept an eagle's eye on me the entire time-always protecting me and keeping me safe, yet glowing when he looked at me.
At one point, we used a line of porta-potties outside on the street. New Orleans becomes one big urinal otherwise, and so this was the best option. I walked into one, trying to hold my absolute desperate fear of those things in check. I fucking hate porta-potties, they fill me with horror that I or one of my belongings will fall down the Nasty Hole. As I started to hover above the Nasty Hole, the porta-potty rocked slightly. I screamed. It rocked again. "Don't fucking move this thing, or I swear to God I will kill you!" I screamed. I hustled the urine out of my bladder faster than I ever had before. People were trying to tip the porta-potty! I was going to be covered with the nastiest of the nasty! I kept screaming to leave the porta-potty alone, and I threw the door open before my jeans were even buttoned.
Outside, a crowd had gathered looking confused. Kim was convulsed with laughter. It turns out one of the support blocks under the porta-potty had moved slightly, so it was only a tiny bit out of balance.
No one was trying to tip it over. I had just been banging about in there like a gerbil on crack.
Humiliation.
At night, Mardi Gras gets even wilder. Some streets I found I could just pick my feet up and get carried by the heavy masses of crowds. Others you would spend dancing down the street, the sounds of beads, broken plastic cups, laughter and kisses ripe in your ears. With our stomachs full of incredible Cajun food and our brains full of Hurricanes, we spent time getting beads from the floats, me on Kim's shoulders, trying to look cute.
And, of course, flashing my breasts, too. I had no problem with it-after all, I think my breasts are fucking perfect. I had abandoned my bra to Kim's coat pocket ages before that, and the shirt got rucked up with regular abandon, to which I was always rewarded with some nice beads.
And so it was that it happened-pretty much fully intoxicated by now, it was late at night and the party raged on. Kim and I walked down one street, and I saw a middle-aged man wearing the nicest set of beads I had ever seen-silver, blue and white, with little silver King Babies on it as well. I knew I had to have those beads.
I stopped to talk to the man, who it turns out was a doctor from Ohio. He had gotten in to New Orleans late that evening, and so had bought the beads from a store for $10, having missed the parade. I offered him some of my masses of beads for his beads. He said he wasn't interested, what else did I have to offer?
I stood there thinking, then I heard Kim's voice pipe up.
"How about if you feel her up?"
Doc's face lit up.
Seemed fair enough to me.
They started negotiating the amount of time the doctor would be allowed to feel me up. Doc started at 15 seconds. Kim countered at 5. 14 then 5. 12. 5. 10. Kim relented and gave 7.
I whipped up my shirt, and doc's hands came out, cupping my breasts.
Kim stood beside me, counting off.
"One Mississippi!"
Doc's hands underneath.
"Two Mississippi!"
"Three Mississippi!"
Still just massaging me.
"Four Mississippi!"
They started moving upwards.
And so on, until 7. At which point, Kim hollered out: "Bonus second! 8 Mississippi!"
Doc's face lit up and he kept massaging, until Kim got to "Bonus second 10 Mississippi!", at which point he stepped forward and pulled my shirt down.
The doctor, a big grin on his face, happily removed his beads and placed them around my neck. I grabbed a whole chunk of the beads I had and placed them around his, along with a kiss on the cheek. We went our seperate ways then, and I Kim and I made out like madmen on the street then, hands all over the place, while we struggled to get to the minivan. Once we got there, we discovered we were too drunk to fuck, so we passed out in each other's arms.
I still have those beads. I will always have those beads.
-H.
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Damnit. Can't get up for 5 minutes now. And co-workers all looking over my shoulder trying to see what's so damn funny.
It could be a school maths quiz: If a Mardi Gras partier has 20 beads for a ten second feel, and you now have 40 beads and a shiny marble, what are you entitled to?
Posted by: Simon at February 26, 2004 08:05 AM (UKqGy)
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Not sure, Simon-but glad Kim isn't here to negotiate that question!
Posted by: Helen at February 26, 2004 08:11 AM (I9OSd)
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(one-part Everclear (a grain alcohol that is something like 80 proof). )
Important point Everclear is 190 Proof (ie 85% grain) not 80 proof
on a silly note... A group of gamer geek friends ''shocked and awed'' a hotel manager in St. Louis {{Note If you ever goto St. Louis STAY IN THIS HOTEL THEY ROCK}}
http://www.starwood.com/sheraton/search/hotel_detail.html?propertyID=795
"Y'all out drank the Hell's Angels" (and note there was not ONE arrest of anyone attending ((which really shocked the cop [[assigned by law to watch us]] only person he had to 'council' was a wedding member getting fresh with a fan carring a live blade
::Grin:: Then want us back... pity I can't afford it ((VERY EXPENSIVE CON %$#$%#$))
Posted by: LarryConley at February 26, 2004 10:09 AM (A4qhf)
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Want to know what would be a funny story? So if Doc said he wanted to feel Kims balls... what would you (and he...) do?
. New Orleans is a big tease for a lot of europeans, me included, but I suspect theres a lot more to it than Mardi Gras. Maybe. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 26, 2004 12:52 PM (cdKqJ)
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Nothin' like "Nawlins" on Fat Tuesday... OBTW, was the gropage for beads incident pre or post reduction?
Posted by: gymrat at February 26, 2004 02:36 PM (nnOa7)
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Miguel-I think he would have gone for it. Kim went both ways, you see
Gymrat-it was post reduction-that's why they were perfect.
Posted by: Helen at February 26, 2004 03:04 PM (Vue2U)
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See I want to go. I am so their next year. Also Chicago for the summer Jazz.
Props..good story
Posted by: Drew at February 26, 2004 03:06 PM (CBlhQ)
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Interesting ...
I lived in N'Awlins for about 3 years, while attending college -- I was with the Krewe of Rhea the year that Dennis Quaid was "Bacchus" -- it was a good year ...
I have a Mardi Gras story too ... but I'm not going to trump your ace with it ..
I am glad that you had a good time in the Crescent City -- and I am so glad that you are feeling better now, than you have the past few weeks ...
Lots o' love!
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at February 26, 2004 03:20 PM (d18ri)
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I think we all would have had a grand time had we had the chance to hang out and drink with Kim. Uh, and you too little flame. That goes without saying. Ahem.
What's wrong with me? Someone mentions New Orleans and my first thought is Oooh. D-Day Museum! I really need to get a girlfriend. Soon.
Posted by: Paul at February 26, 2004 04:10 PM (bWfDG)
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Wow. Sounds like the Doc got the best of that deal.. 10 seconds with "Perfection" for $10? Is that why they call it "The Big Easy?"
Posted by: gymrat at February 26, 2004 04:16 PM (nnOa7)
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Do you think the guy was really a doctor? It doesn't seem as though a doctor would be interested in feeling something he's felt a 1000 times (maybe he was a radiologist though).
I ran into a guy at the beach one time who was on his way to a party. He had a button that said, "Kiss me, I'm a doctor." I asked him if he really was, and he said, "No, but the chicks love it."
Posted by: Solomon at February 26, 2004 05:38 PM (t5Pi1)
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hah, thanks for the smile this morning helen. i needed that!
Posted by: kat at February 26, 2004 05:58 PM (QkuGS)
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The first five times I went to Pat O'Brien's (Home of the Hurricane), I don't remember leaving. Everclear is 190 proof (Not 80). It is almost pure alcohol. I love Hurricanes but I stay away from them now. By the time you are starting to feel that first one, you're on your 6th.
Posted by: Rob at February 26, 2004 07:39 PM (m9RhY)
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Rob beat me to it, but Everclear is WAAAYYY more than 80 proof. In fact it's more than 80%.
The stuff is almost pure alcohol and is a viable substitute for gasoline. Proofs of Everclear vary between which state it's made in, but they all are in the range of 180-190 proof. The best bottle I ever saw was 193.
And if you're only on number 6 before you feel number 1, you're not drinking them fast enough, Rob!
Posted by: Mike the Marine at February 26, 2004 08:11 PM (Zw7Hl)
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I swear I had thought that Everclear was stronger than 80 proof, but then someone told me that was impossible.
And 6 Hurricanes? I'd be dead by then!
Posted by: Helen at February 26, 2004 08:46 PM (qCVfg)
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You don't die until the next day, Helen. Six-to-eight hurricanes, you're alive. I promise.
Posted by: Rob at February 26, 2004 08:58 PM (m9RhY)
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Ah, but Rob my gorgeous, remember-I have Asian genes too. Including the suck ones that don't allow for good cooperation with alcohol.
AKA-Helen is an easy drunk
Posted by: Helen at February 26, 2004 10:50 PM (Qjb3P)
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"Once we got there, we discovered we were too drunk to fuck, so we passed out in each other's arms."
Awww, that's sweet. Just way too cute :-)
Posted by: Steve P at February 26, 2004 10:56 PM (KvWin)
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Best Mardi Gras story ever. Fabulous!
Posted by: Buzz at February 27, 2004 12:11 AM (wx4CK)
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Proudly being half coonass...I completely understand. Laissez les bon temps roule!
Posted by: marie at February 27, 2004 01:25 AM (3Y1np)
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Great story, Helen. The porta-pottie story had me in tears! A gerbil on crack... I'll have to remember that one.
Posted by: dave at February 27, 2004 04:11 AM (RerfX)
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You have the best stories!! You rock!
Posted by: Rebecca at February 27, 2004 04:15 PM (ZHfdF)
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I dont think we can take your word for it on the pefect breasts. I think we need some sort of proof.
Posted by: Brad at February 27, 2004 08:34 PM (txHte)
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I've seen that same routine played out hundreds of times. Sadly though, noone has offered me their boobies for anything I've owned.
Mmmm...Hurricanes. I want to move back to NOLA so bad. But to date, I have never seen an underground parking lot in that city. Actually, I haven't seen an underground anything in that town.
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February 25, 2004
The Weight of the World...
...is off my shoulders.
Thank you guys so much for all the wonderful well-wishes yesterday. I really mean it-I am amazed at how many people were rooting with me in my battle for the visa. Thank you.
After posting my blog yesterday, I spent a good two hours just sitting in the chair, crying. Not crying tears of hopelessness, fear, anger, and utter destruction, but for once I was crying rivers of tears of relief. I called my mother, waking her up at 5 am her time.
"Mom?" I choked. "I got my visa. I'm going to survive Company X after all."
"Mm-hm, that's nice dear, I love you." replied my dozy mom, aching to go back to sleep. So I let her.
I do have some contact with Mr. Y, only it's extremely limited. He got a message from me that said only: I got the visa. I was rewarded with a phone call, as he headed to the beach in the ninety degree weather. Here, it was -5 and almost blizzard conditions. I am so envious.
I talked to X Partner Unit, and he was very happy for me, even presenting me with a small bottle of champagne. We started boxing and removing belongings last night, and there was no fighting or animosity in it-we seperated the books (I am giving almost my whole collection away), and I turned to the shelf of our travel books from the places we have been together-Malaysia, the Seychelles, Turkey, Greece, Ireland, and others. I asked him if he wanted any of those books and he said no, but not in any mean way. He hugged me, turned to me, and smiled, looking into my eyes.
"You're going to be just fine, Helen. You're going to be fine."
"I survived." I choked to him, eyes welling up again. "I'm not so bad. I survived."
And just like that, the move out begins. My gorgeous dog is moving to X Partner Unit's mother's house, in the countryside. A retired couple who dote on him, I know he will be wildly happy (happier than if he lives in a flat in London with me), but that won't fix the whole in my heart where his wagging tail used to be. My two cats are going to the vet next week-I am vaccinating them and preparing them for a possible move to the UK. In case X Partner Unit doesn't want them...I will. Badly.
I am taking things slowly now, for fear that I will react like I did physically last night-after weeks of a daily eating routine of only coffee, yogurt, and one small meal, we celebrated and I had a whole personal pizza...which alsmost caused me to toss my cookies. So I'm going to slow things down a bit. I have booked myself and X Partner Unit massages on Saturday (we need them). There's a Japanese spa in town that I will go to next week, and spend a full day in the water, by myself, just thinking. I am also going to have an aromatherapy body scrub, another massage, and a facial while I am there.
Just because I want to. Just because I need it. And just because now, I will have money.
I have no start date yet with Dream Job but expect to work that out today. I plan on being in the UK by the end of next week-I have to visit various embassies now for permits, etc. before I go, and I have a lot of packing to do.
But for the first time in...well, I don't know how long...the weight of the world is off my shoulders. I have hope now, where once I didn't dare to for fear of falling too flat on my face. I am a cynic at heart, really, with the idea of being an optimist when I grow up
And so it is that 4 months after losing my job, 2 months after agreeing that Partner Unit and I should split, 1 month after getting my Dream Job, I finally have clearance to try to start over again, to put 2003 (and the worst year of my life so far) behind me.
My God, I have survived so much.
So now, it's time to lay Life Number 5 behind me. I am officially preparing to start Life Number 6 now, and it will kick off the day my feet enter Arlanda airport, ticket to London Heathrow clutched in my hand. Life 6, the Life of a Cat, where I land on my feet and find myself dependently independent.
I survived.
-H.
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I. . .
There are no words for how proud I am of you.
If I could, I would hug you fiercely.
Posted by: margi at February 25, 2004 08:02 AM (kpNlZ)
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I am so wonderfully happy for you.
*big hug*
Cheers!
Posted by: Melissa at February 25, 2004 08:07 AM (i9VPc)
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That was such an awesome, uplifting post. I have had a very shitty day, but somehow, after reading how happy and relieved you are, it helped me perk up a bit.
Thanks for sharing so much with us, Helen.
Congratulations again
Posted by: Heather at February 25, 2004 08:10 AM (us7jf)
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I knew you would make it.
*hugs*
Posted by: Sue at February 25, 2004 08:10 AM (rZmE1)
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I had a good day turn shitty, but reading that has made me weep.
Tears of joy for you, and frustration, and anger for me.
I needed them.
*hugs*
Posted by: melanie at February 25, 2004 08:34 AM (jDC3U)
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Helen, you're going to do amazingly well in Life Number 6. Surely 6 is your lucky number, right? ;-)
Congratulations again! What wonderful news. I can't wait to hear more about your (soon to be even more) amazing life.
Posted by: Natalie at February 25, 2004 09:19 AM (habp3)
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See, these movies always end with a happy ending. And now the blog's going to be one of those bright bubbly things instead right? Dream Job do give you 25 minutes blog break every day, right?
Posted by: Simon at February 25, 2004 09:32 AM (OyeEA)
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I do indeed hope that my blog is going to become a little more upbeat, instead of the pit of doom it has been.
Since then, that will mean my life has improved as well.
Er...haven't mentioned the blog thing to them (think I won't be doing so, either), but I will still be blogging. It's like a drug, after all. Addicting.
Posted by: Helen at February 25, 2004 09:36 AM (I9OSd)
Posted by: LarryConley at February 25, 2004 10:57 AM (A4qhf)
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Happy toughts for you, Helen. You probably don´t need many these days, but still that´s how I feel. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 25, 2004 11:17 AM (cdKqJ)
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Happy, happy, joy, joy! This is indeed v. good news. Hugs here too...
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 25, 2004 11:43 AM (MpK6J)
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you go girl
. you survived, and now you shall live life to the fullest!
Posted by: goldie at February 25, 2004 11:47 AM (a7ksm)
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I'm so happy for you. Everything is ever so slowly falling into place for you, finally.
Posted by: Beth at February 25, 2004 12:00 PM (nrbSj)
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Of course you survived, girl! You're brainy and sassy and more cool adjectives than I'll embarrass you with here. And like a cat, you'll land on your feet. I have faith in you. We all have faith in you.
I'm just so relieved you got the visa. That makes your transition easier, and opens a door you want to open. Surviving is never easy. It's nice to get some help. Especially from humongo uncaring bureaucracies that can grind your life into tiny broken pieces -- or suddenly turn a benevolent smile your way.
Stay warm!
Posted by: Sedalina at February 25, 2004 12:11 PM (eKujN)
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Me: Thank mother fucking fuck.
Buddies: [look up and over at me] You have to stop fucking swearing. What's happened?
Me: She got the fucking Visa. I feel strangely relieved.
Buddies: .....
Me: HELEN.. YOU SILLY FOOLS. SHE GOT THE VISA. HOW.. JUST DUH. HELLO?! VISA. GOTTEN. WEIGHT OF WORLD LIFTED. SURVIVAL AND ADDICTION. Fuck.
Buddies: .....
That's my story.
Excellent. You did well, H. Best of luck on the newest chapter. xox
Posted by: Meg at February 25, 2004 12:29 PM (V8Z4T)
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Black hole of despair? Pshaw, my dear. Even your darkest posts had a shine to them. Partially because you write wonderfully but mostly because you never ever gave up.
Posted by: Jim at February 25, 2004 12:34 PM (saeHM)
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I am so happy for you! I cant even tell you how big the smile is on my face, i am so happy i am alomost in tears!
I wish i had time to read all the comments and then write something more profound, but for now, as always, you give me hope with your constant survival
Abs x
Posted by: abs at February 25, 2004 12:41 PM (lnpfn)
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CONGRATULATIONS!!! :-)
It's really funny, I have never rooted for someone I didn't even know and followed their blow by blow progress and set backs other than in the case of a politician (such as Howard Dean) or an artist. - Say a really, really good band that I related to; which touched me where I just wanted, more than anything, to see their next album succeed.
Which got me thinking... you have that rare ability to connect with people and convey your sincerity through various media and convey a message: sometimes entertaining, sometimes serious and thoughtful and often with a lesson or an invitation to reflect.
For example, that entry about the impromptu eulogy you gave at your grandfather's funeral springs to mind. And 3,000 comments and your map! Talk about being a natural leader! Talk about naturally attracting a following!
I'm not saying that you should necessarily run for office, there are many ways to lead, but wow, you are a natural leader. I hope that you don't become a corporate clone but that you use this opportunity to do many more things. We NEED you! :-)
Steve P (A British American living in Australia)
Posted by: Steve P at February 25, 2004 12:41 PM (+5Rhz)
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I know I speak for most everyone here when I say "YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!"
Posted by: Mitzi at February 25, 2004 01:05 PM (UlYzk)
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I know I speak for most everyone here when I say "YAYAYAY!!!!"
Posted by: Mitzi at February 25, 2004 01:06 PM (UlYzk)
Posted by: Mitzi at February 25, 2004 01:07 PM (UlYzk)
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H -
I rushed to the computer this morning...before brushing my teeth, before coffee, before getting the kids video tape set up, to read this blog.
As I clicked on the link, I was brimming with anticipation. I knew today would be a good day; I just couldn't wait to read about you being happy, again.
ok, the kids are yelling again, gotta go - great news.
Posted by: jim at February 25, 2004 01:49 PM (lN8eP)
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Jimilove-thanks, darling. That was really, really sweet.
Posted by: Helen at February 25, 2004 02:00 PM (hcfc5)
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So, I am with Simon in selfishly making sure that you will continue to blog:-)
Posted by: Marie at February 25, 2004 03:00 PM (PQxWr)
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Yes you did. It always seems at the darkest hours that we find what we are truly made of and you my dear are made of the finest materials around.
I look forward to hearing about your new adventures as your set your sails to begin this new journey.
Posted by: Drew at February 25, 2004 03:01 PM (CBlhQ)
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Helen -- wonderful ... just wonderful ...
I am so happy for you ... so relieved ...
let us know when you change addresses so that we can send "housewarming" presents for your new digs -- and get a post office that we can send you well-wishes and home-baked goodness to ...
take care of you, mo charaidh --
and, as Quarterflash used to sing, "Make it Shine"
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at February 25, 2004 03:03 PM (d18ri)
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You're on a roll, that's for sure. Dream Job, leaving bad relationship, going to London, got the Visa, you slept (and there's proof!).
All your readers went through it with you, and we're all relieved, and glad, that things have finally started to turn around for you. Our wish? One good thing on top of another.
And now? LONDON!!!! YES!!!! Rawthur! Quite!
Posted by: Jiminy at February 25, 2004 03:08 PM (3pfkH)
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London drivers here she comes,
her she comes!
London drivers here she comes,
our fair lady!
Posted by: Roger at February 25, 2004 03:33 PM (8S2fE)
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Prayers really do work. Like magic.
Thank God things are turning in a positive direction.
We really do wish only the best for you.
Posted by: Karen at February 25, 2004 03:44 PM (tWdSj)
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Saying this blog is addicting is an understatement. Why not just call it Everyday Crack?
Enjoy basking in that warm glow of the light at the end of the tunnel. But for God's sake use some sun screen. We worry about you so!
I think I'm going to change your nickname from Little Flame to London Burning!
Way to go, H
Posted by: Paul at February 25, 2004 03:56 PM (bWfDG)
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The time is now to enjoy what you've waited so long to have. Bask in the feeling, but always know, the best is yet to come. Gawd girl, I have perma-grin for hours after reading your blog. Yep, I'm that damn happy.
Posted by: Rebecca at February 25, 2004 04:47 PM (ZHfdF)
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Finally, a bit of good news to a well deserving gal. Thanks for the story - helps those of us still in "waiting" to know good things can and do happen if not just in the nick of time.
Here's hoping Life #6 fulfills the hopes and dreams you had for 1-5 (and many more).
Shanti
Posted by: KJB at February 25, 2004 04:47 PM (pya+6)
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I like how you referenced them as "Life Number x" - I'm going to have to use that in the future. Let's see, I think I'm also on about Life Number 6 now. Life Number 6 seems to be pretty damn good for me - I wish the same for you!
Posted by: Christine at February 25, 2004 05:11 PM (yr1bC)
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Regarding Paul's comment: I'm not addicted. I can quit anytime I want to.....I just don't want to
Posted by: Solomon at February 25, 2004 05:30 PM (t5Pi1)
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Congratulations, and write on. If you ever hop over the channel, say it!
Posted by: augustijn at February 25, 2004 05:38 PM (SJzez)
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I'm so glad for you. It must be a huge relief
Posted by: Cornelia at February 25, 2004 05:52 PM (Z/6uK)
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Congrats Helen! I am so happy for your good fortune! You deserve it!
Yay!
Posted by: Talia at February 25, 2004 06:34 PM (P8rer)
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Congrats, Helen. That's really, really great.
Posted by: Joey at February 26, 2004 12:22 AM (Sk2Wf)
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Way to go, glad things are looking up! I'll be praying for you in the move and all the dissolving of one life into another
Posted by: Stephen at February 26, 2004 02:47 AM (w/U8f)
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.... I am so so so happy for you - you deserve it!!!! Congradulations!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Onyx at February 26, 2004 03:54 AM (G3591)
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Damn. This is fucking fantastic. I hope you all relize that this is worth invective. Superlatives seem a little weak. Damn.
Posted by: Brass at February 26, 2004 07:30 AM (t5HVs)
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*Helen rushes to find a dictionary, feeling stupid that she has no idea what invective means*.
I taught Brass "pulchritude", he teaches me "invective"!
Posted by: Helen at February 26, 2004 07:48 AM (I9OSd)
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I really am thrilled for you, and quite jealous too
Cant wait to see what a stranger in London's life is like next!
Posted by: stinkerbell at February 26, 2004 05:04 PM (m18uI)
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February 24, 2004
Innocence
Last night was spent in a frenzy of faxes and phone calls to try to get more info to the visa department. I am exhausted, on edge, and I think I have no stomach liner left. I took some of
Kat's advice, though-had my hair in a ponytail, danced around the living room singing (including dancing on the coffee table-a forbidden when you're a kid, but when you're a grown-up? Fuck it-I
own that coffee table), had a big hot chocolate (sans the whipped cream) and watched a little Kiefer Sutherland.
And sometimes, just on rare occasions lately, you can find me not stressed and depressed. I can be found in a gentle and relaxed state, a state that one ex-boyfriend called: The only state in which Helen looks innocent.
Dick.
And when I am in this state, my stress levels are down, my breathing is calm and regular, and no way in hell does a delicate flower like me snore.
And I am going to be in said bed, with a good book, my cats, and a happy, happy smile.
My visa has been approved.
-H.
PS-35 comments from 3000 now.
PPS-with deep gratitude to Larry Conley, who got me a laugh through the afternoon yesterday. Thank you so much.
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Hmm.. it's 4:20am where I am, i'm on the last leg of a long night shift, i'm weary, my brain is mush and i'm exhausted. Then, I see this picture of you, sleeping so peacefully in what looks like a very comfortable bed.
Thanks
Cute kitty, too
--Heather
P.S. Don't waste your time checking my blog, i haven't updated since last time - no time...
Posted by: Heather at February 24, 2004 11:23 AM (us7jf)
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Fuckin' A right on! Wooooooooo! You rock!
That is soooooooo sweet! I'm so happy for you, Helen (in case you couldn't tell). Although we're going to need to find somebody else to train the puppy and do the cooking, this is definitely for the best.
And boy is that one comfy looking sleeper. The bed's not bad either.
Posted by: Jim at February 24, 2004 12:12 PM (saeHM)
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Like there was any doubt that it would come through....it's obvious they could see the same talent everyone who reads this blog sees and the official did the only thing they could.
It's fantastic news that requires immediate celebration. I'm buying the first round.
So what happens now?
Posted by: Simon at February 24, 2004 12:21 PM (UKqGy)
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Wooohooo...doin a happy dance for you! Congrats on the visa, and enjoy that comfy bed and your book. You deserve it! : O)
Posted by: JaxVenus at February 24, 2004 12:30 PM (j0X+N)
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YAY!!!!!! I am so relieved. I think I have been holding my breath. Shew......And, wow, that bed looks comfy!!!
Posted by: Mitzi at February 24, 2004 12:38 PM (OSySy)
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YAY!!! Congratulations! Oooh I am so pleased to hear that Helen, you deserve this! enjoy
Posted by: nisi at February 24, 2004 01:00 PM (lljc5)
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GO HELEN!!! Great news, but why do you sound a bit sad? My imagination? Love, Miguel.
p. s. - and that bed... one pillow to many...?
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Posted by: msd at February 24, 2004 01:32 PM (bYlQQ)
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How in the world did I miss that about your visa? I must have been lost in the comfort of the picture.
That's so awesome, Helen. Huge congrats!
Posted by: Heather at February 24, 2004 01:36 PM (izfXz)
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Congratulations, sweetheart! What a huuuuge relief, huh?
And what a beautiful cat lounging with you! Those eyes are stunning. Awww. Can't. Resist. Cuteness.
Posted by: margi at February 24, 2004 01:41 PM (kpNlZ)
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I'm keeping the good thoughts aimed at'cha, but this is one big hurdle cleared. Yay!
Posted by: Ted at February 24, 2004 01:49 PM (blNMI)
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Congrats! It's nice to see good things happen to good people.
Posted by: Erin at February 24, 2004 01:53 PM (7Nj0z)
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Congratulations! You deserved it. That bed looks comfy!
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 24, 2004 01:53 PM (Vz0hM)
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Thanks you guys! It's almost 2 pm, and I'm feeling tipsy already
Posted by: Helen at February 24, 2004 01:58 PM (TZJXp)
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Relief!!! I am so happy for you. Now go EAT something! I've been so worried about you! I wish you all the best in life.
Much love and many smiles.
Posted by: Suz~ at February 24, 2004 02:06 PM (bYATc)
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Suz, you and Best Friend had the same reaction!
And I just had half a sandwich, in fact.
Baby steps, you know
Posted by: Helen at February 24, 2004 02:21 PM (zkM9F)
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What the heck are you people talking about, she can't laze around snoozing, you heard her, she got the visa... GET TO WORK WOMAN! hehe
Now, as someone who takes every twist of fate personally, you realize you got to take credit for the good stuff also =)
Well done Helen
Dane
PS - Moons and Sheep...? dead sexy! hahahaha
Posted by: Dane at February 24, 2004 02:21 PM (ncyv4)
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WOOHOOO! that is so fabulous helen! I'm so pleased for you! and now begins the rest of your life
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PS love your pussy
Posted by: goldie at February 24, 2004 02:33 PM (QFwud)
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Congrats Helen, i'm really happy for you.
Posted by: tommy at February 24, 2004 02:33 PM (MhJXW)
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A'right!!!
WAY TO GO, HELEN !!!
Now, get yourself some stunning shoes, and a kick-ass outfit to shake off the last of the "funk" that you've been in ... (as soon as you catch up on 'good sleep') -- and pet the ghatti for me, eh?
I am so relieved for you -- I know you've been on edge -- hell, everyone here who reads and cares about you knows that you've been on edge. Take a day to get back in sync, in focus, re-align your wa, get your chi in gear, and then (drum-roll please) --- Ms. Helen Adelaide vs. the World! Watch out, world --
Congrats again -- can't say it enough ...
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at February 24, 2004 02:43 PM (d18ri)
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Fantastic news. Utterly worthy of the official Munuvian cheer
YAY!!!!
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at February 24, 2004 02:44 PM (UquFN)
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Congrats!
When life goes to shit, you just need to bid your time until all the pieces start falling into place again. I'm happy your crucial piece has fallen so perfectly into place.
Posted by: Amynah at February 24, 2004 02:49 PM (tqQaS)
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Yay!
The news about your visa has brightened up an otherwise miserable day. I'm relieved and delighted that the decision's gone well for you - you deserve it.
And Yay for eating half a sandwich too! Now get back to that bottle of wine
Posted by: Gareth at February 24, 2004 02:55 PM (NHA9E)
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HURRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Way to fuckin' go! Now, I can't wait for your new adventure to start...I am so happy for you, Helen!
Posted by: Rob at February 24, 2004 02:55 PM (pL1ga)
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H~
I'm happy for you sweetie. I wish I could say more but, I'm off to a meeting. I just wanted to say happy happy joy joy.
Posted by: Tiffani at February 24, 2004 03:06 PM (xpNFK)
Posted by: pylorns at February 24, 2004 03:15 PM (FTYER)
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So with your visa, you are moving to London now eh?
Posted by: pylorns at February 24, 2004 03:17 PM (FTYER)
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I've never been to london.
Posted by: pylorns at February 24, 2004 03:18 PM (FTYER)
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That's wonderful, wonderful news!!! So, you get your dream job!!
Posted by: emily at February 24, 2004 03:18 PM (iuRJt)
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Congrats Helen-- It's good to see things going your way. And your kitty is cute...
Posted by: Ben at February 24, 2004 03:20 PM (U/JTQ)
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just... a ... few... more...
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congrat's on the Visa.
Now, leave that white waste land and start your dream job in the UK!
Posted by: jim at February 24, 2004 03:23 PM (zE10C)
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How wonderful! Congratulations Helen! {{{hugs}}}
Posted by: Kate at February 24, 2004 03:26 PM (LRt4x)
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YAY!!! *sigh of relief* That's truly awesome!
And I'm glad you were able to take some of my advice. i bet you looked especially cute dancing in pony tails. ;-)
Posted by: kat at February 24, 2004 03:39 PM (FhSIP)
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And...ladies and gentlemen, bloggers and non-bloggers-the 3000th comment belongs to our very own Pylorns!
1000th-Drew.
2000th-Solomon
3000th-Pylorns.
Wonder who the 4000th will be
Posted by: Helen at February 24, 2004 03:44 PM (jpk/l)
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Great!!! Congratulations!!!
Posted by: Ash at February 24, 2004 03:51 PM (D0X9D)
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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Yay visa!!!!!
And holy crapoli, I want to curl up behind you. (And your kitty cat looks like s/he's protecting you. Rawr.)
Posted by: Sarah at February 24, 2004 03:53 PM (g/E8B)
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Helen,
I'm so happy for you! Dream Job is now yours. That necklace? One step closer, baby! Congratulations. It's the news I've been waiting to hear ever since the "I lost my job" revelation way back when.
Look out London, here comes Everyday Stranger, and all of her Everyday Readers!
Posted by: Jiminy at February 24, 2004 03:54 PM (zRruH)
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I was just reading along, thinking what a cute kitty. Not expecting to read the exciting news that I did, my breath caught and a sigh of relief escaped my lips.
Congrats chickie, that is wonderful news!
Posted by: Kandy at February 24, 2004 04:07 PM (fnOQ7)
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I don't know why you were so stressed... I get approved for Visas all the time.
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And Master Card, and American Express... oh don't forget Discover...
hehehe.... WOOT!
;-)
Posted by: Mike the Marine at February 24, 2004 04:09 PM (Zw7Hl)
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Way to go, little flame! I wish you a long and happy future in London - YOU DESERVE IT!!
Now schooch over! We all want a group hug!
Posted by: Paul at February 24, 2004 04:11 PM (bWfDG)
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My husband just caught me doing the Snoopy dance when I read your news. Ya, he thinks I am crazy but I am so happy for you!
Posted by: Annie at February 24, 2004 04:17 PM (a6EvO)
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Woohoo! Congratulations, Helen! That must be a huge weight removed from your shoulders.
Get some rest, lady. You deserve it.
Posted by: dave at February 24, 2004 04:23 PM (a16BY)
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Phew... finally eh? Congrats Helen - much deserved!
Posted by: KJB at February 24, 2004 04:42 PM (pya+6)
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Congratulations Helen! Yay!
Posted by: Sue at February 24, 2004 04:53 PM (rZmE1)
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Oh Helen, that's fantastic! I was so hoping you'd get that little bit of luck you needed!
Posted by: ilyka at February 24, 2004 04:56 PM (iRd71)
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Congratulations to you! whew! Very sweet pic by the way.
Posted by: Cheryl at February 24, 2004 05:17 PM (/kuVz)
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AAAAAAAA!!! See, good God I'm so excited for you right now, I think my coworkers think I'm nuts because I just screamed a little when I read that!WooHoo! Go Helen, it's ya birthday!
Posted by: Rebecca at February 24, 2004 05:20 PM (ZHfdF)
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Outstanding!! I presume you've called Dream Job and let them know. What did they say? When do you start?
Don't leave us hanging. Inquiring minds want to know
Posted by: Solomon at February 24, 2004 05:28 PM (t5Pi1)
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THIS IS FABULOUS NEWS!!!! I so hpe when my husband and I go to London in September we can have a celebratory drink!!! YYYYAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOO
Posted by: jennifer at February 24, 2004 05:41 PM (lHvU3)
Posted by: zenwanderer at February 24, 2004 06:13 PM (HSk4A)
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God is good...all the time. Yay for you.
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Posted by: Natalie at February 24, 2004 06:17 PM (habp3)
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My faith that you would triumph never waivered.
Posted by: Guinness at February 24, 2004 06:40 PM (5jKa8)
Posted by: drew at February 24, 2004 06:58 PM (CBlhQ)
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You did it, darling girl! Whoot and good on you and all that.
No more drinking your lunch, 'kay?
Seriously, that is fantabulous and you deserve it. Work your hiney off and I hope you love the new job.
Yahoo!
Posted by: Kaetchen at February 24, 2004 07:11 PM (1nMRx)
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YES! What a great day!
From the first sentence I thought "Ok, finally kick starting the visa department's er..clock for the next five weeks" And if you hadn't made it bold I would have continued contemplating delicate flowers and their fascination with Kiefer Sutherland:-)
And Annie you picked the perfect dance!
Posted by: Roger at February 24, 2004 07:13 PM (8S2fE)
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I am soooo happy for you! It couldn't have happened to a better person.
And that is one fabulous cat!
Posted by: Jennifer at February 24, 2004 07:20 PM (2p4Dw)
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Okay, I have just done a celebratory jig on my own coffee table in your honor. Consider it official! All the best with the search for the perfect apartment to go with the perfect job.
Posted by: Oda Mae at February 24, 2004 07:29 PM (Vb8sW)
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congrats! and good luck!
Posted by: athena at February 24, 2004 07:32 PM (1QKZf)
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WOO! Fantastic news, kid! I'm seriously in lust with your bed too - sooo commmmfy!
Have a fantastic day...get drunk twice!
Posted by: tami at February 24, 2004 07:35 PM (ijVGj)
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That is FREAKIN AWESOME! I am so happy for you. Sweet dreams...
Posted by: Marie at February 24, 2004 07:35 PM (PQxWr)
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Helen... wonderful... jammies... teriffic!
Posted by: zeno at February 24, 2004 07:36 PM (RIKdm)
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Posted by: Del at February 24, 2004 10:42 PM (Ca7Bs)
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Congratulations, Blighty welcomes you with open arms.
I look forward to reading your perspective on my wonderful country ;-)
Posted by: sasoozie at February 24, 2004 11:13 PM (FBRR4)
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SWEET!! This is something I'm sure we've all been waiting for :-)
Posted by: Brandy at February 25, 2004 12:35 AM (Kkh9c)
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Oh, honey, I'm soooo happy for you!
Posted by: Courtney at February 25, 2004 01:34 AM (7HzK2)
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HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: angel at February 25, 2004 01:41 AM (nb+7h)
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So glad you finally got some good news for a change. I hope this makes you much closer to starting the job. Congrats.
Posted by: cyberangel at February 25, 2004 02:46 AM (vHirK)
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woohoo!!!! yaaaaYY!!
I'm so pleased for you. and that bed! it's gorgeous!!
Posted by: melanie at February 25, 2004 04:40 AM (jDC3U)
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Small point of order here, but Pylorns clearly cheated to hit the magical 3000th comment. Yes, it's sour grapes damnit, but when I'm in Hong Kong and most of the comments are in Europe or USA, it's just not fair.
Posted by: Simon at February 25, 2004 06:22 AM (UKqGy)
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It's ok Simon-I am always out of luck in winning points contests, etc, since I am usually blogging in the middle of the US night, too
Posted by: Helen at February 25, 2004 07:11 AM (zKQIC)
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HOORAY!!!
Congrats Helen! That is super exciting! I'm sooooo very very very happy for you!!!
Posted by: Laura at February 25, 2004 07:11 AM (chZ3U)
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The low rumble you can hear coming in over the Baltic Sea is that huge weight falling off my shoulders.
My coworkers look quizzically at my ever growing grin.
YAHOOO!! YOU GO, GIRL!
Posted by: Gudy at February 25, 2004 11:16 AM (zJ3PQ)
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congrats!!! big time!!
Posted by: Donna at February 26, 2004 02:55 AM (qpCnj)
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P.S. You are so hot. MMMMMMMMMMbed room photos!!!
Posted by: Brass at February 26, 2004 07:33 AM (t5HVs)
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Oh man, that rocks. Congrats, Helen.
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February 23, 2004
And The World Falls Down
In Sweden this week it's a holiday called Sportslov, which is the Swedish equivalent to Spring Break. The point is to take off and spend time in the outdoors, move around, and be one with nature.
It's currently -5 and snowing absolute bucket-loads. I'll pass on the being outside bit. Mr. Y is flying off on holiday today with his kids in a sunny tropical U.S. location for two weeks (my God, I am going to miss talking to him). My therapist is also off, enjoying one week holiday. I am still waiting for my visa information.
It's going to be a long dark week, in other words.
I found this website about job loss, and read it a bit. Although it's filled with touchy-feely crap like getting in touch with your "emotional waves", it's otherwise pretty good. Losing your job is considered the number 1 most stressful event in an adult's life. It's followed by divorce, moving, death of a family member, and illness.
Wow. Except for the death of a family member, it looks like I'm all set up for morbid levels of stress.
Let's take a look at the levels of stress in a job loss, shall we?
They are thus:
Stage 1: Shock and Denial
Stage 2: Fear and Panic
Stage 3: Anger
Stage 4: Bargaining
Stage 5: Depression
Stage 6: Temporary Acceptance
Moving On
Right. Stage 1: Shock and Denial. Aka, when it happened Helen went comatose for a good 24 hours, sitting crying on the couch underneath a fleece blanket. Basically, I sat there and I thought: Oh. My. Fucking. God. It's the end of the world.
Stage 2: Fear and Panic. Aka-my money runs out in May. When the money's out, the money's out. I can't find a job here in Sweden. I don't want to go back to the U.S. yet. What did I think? I thought: Oh. My. Fucking. God. It's the end of the world.
Stage 3: Anger. OK, on this one, I have to say that I still bounce back to it alot. Whenever I see, in the newspaper, that Company X is doing well in the stockmarket, I go into a rage. The paper gets thrown into the fireplace immediately. Mr. Y and I got into a terrible argument-I told him I wished the company would go bankrupt, he called me childish and petty, since people I love work for them (like himself, X Partner Unit, Dear Mate, and Best Friend.) I think they are clever enough to find other jobs. While I would never actively do anything to attack Company X, I sure wouldn't mind if they didn't do well in the industry anymore. What did I think? Leave me the fuck alone, Company X, and never contact me again. I hate you.
Stage 4: Bargaining. I'm not sure that I ever felt this one, other than the bargaining that I have been doing with myself: If I get the visa and get a new job, I will never do (insert sin) again. If I get the visa and get a new job, I will start doing (insert atonement here). What did I think: I do feel a bit like I could do with some good luck.
Stage 5: Depression. Now, this is the one that I am on still. Sure, I bounce back and forth to anger sometimes, but I am otherwise on this level. It's about the most humiliating and self-esteem destroying thing in the world to lose your job. It's true-I don't want to leave the house, I feel embarassed-like I have no right to show my face in public. Like people will laugh and point at me. I don't want to do anything, not even eat (the sweatpants string that I knotted two weeks ago no longer fits, the pants slide right off my hips).
Maybe my blog is a bit boring lately since I have been so down. But I am only writing what I am honestly feeling. I got an email recently that said, in essence, that I should "snap out of it", as my depression is "so unbecoming".
My blog isn't here to make me look cute. It's here to write about my feelings. So if I am currently unbecoming...well, pick up the shattered pieces of your life and move on. Or just skim my blog entry-if it seems depressing, skip it and wait until I am happy again.
According to the website, I am supposed to feel:
It's all my fault.
You had it coming, hotshot.
They gave me enough rope, and I hanged myself.
If only I hadn't done that.
I'm worthless.
This is the end of the road for me.
And you know what? Those sound about right. Hey man-I excel at beating myself up.
I sometimes bop into the next stage, Stage 6: Temporary Acceptance. I did it from the get go, when I started sending off my CV and job hunting the day I lost my job. Although I am depressed, I am trying to do something with my career-the money runs out soon, the hourglass sands are falling, I have to do something. I guess I can say this: I need to put this behind me. I need to work now. I need to believe in myself again.
And in the meantime, I will sit by my window, watching the thick and fuzzy snowflakes hurtle to the ground, and simply wish that I could have some positive answers soon. Last night in the snow, I wrote the word: Please. It's some sacrificial prayer to whatever gods may care about me.
I also wrote the word: Hope. That one was for me.
-H.
PS-the latest Best of Me symphony is up here, including one from me.
PPS-I am 65 comments away from my 3000th comment.
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I have no idea which phase I'm in. It's been two weeks and my money has run out already.
I don't seem to be panicking though. I seem to be shopping.
Maybe I'm in denial.
Although there is a certain degree of panic.
When I can't afford to buy all the things I want to buy.
Posted by: melanie at February 23, 2004 09:05 AM (jDC3U)
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I quit my job, can I still play? denial - skipped it, fear and panic - not yet, Anger - hmm, note first sentence, bargaining - never, depression - this one snuck up on me, bounce between this and acceptance. They seem to have left out distraction, finding anything and everything exceedingly more interesting and captivating that the job hunt. Sort of like Melanie mentions. I hope I am not still at stage 2 ACK!!!
Personally I read your site because you write about things that are interesting, sometimes in a good way, sometimes more from a "did you get the number of that bus that just ran me over" angle, eitherway, it real, its you. Anyone who would suggest that your honesty reflects poorly on you is really just giving an indication of their own shallowness. If they look here for entertainment, and expect it to be all happy happy joy joy, I have one thing to say, welcome to the real world.
Keep doin what you're doin Helen, cause to a fair number of us its obvious, you rock!
Dane
Posted by: Dane at February 23, 2004 10:41 AM (ncyv4)
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Damn it, 63 to go - I've got no chance.
May I make a suggestion that many here are likely to agree with - why not use at least some of your time and energy to start writing? Take a leaf from Don's book (pun intended) and get to work on your great short story collection/poetry/novel. You've got the talent.
Posted by: Simon at February 23, 2004 10:46 AM (GWTmv)
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I live in fear of losing my job again, and I have been gainfully employed for over seven years.
Posted by: me at February 23, 2004 01:27 PM (LyFsl)
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I'm all for education, y'know.
I always felt that learning about the stuff inside my head helped me cope, even if it was self-evident sometimes. "Hey, I'm normal in this." BTW, sounds like those are the stages of mourning, to me, and if your job is really important to you, then of course you'd mourn it.
Posted by: Courtney at February 23, 2004 01:45 PM (7HzK2)
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Simon-I've been meaning to write it all down, but then the apathy hits, and...well...
Dane-you know I love ya' man.
Mel-I have thus far avoided mass shopping. In fact, I am in price saving mode. Maybe that's because I've done the poverty thing before, and never want to go back.
Courtney-that's exactly how I found this site. Turns out there are 5 stages of grief, and 6 if you lose your job.
Me-here's to hoping you never do...
Posted by: Helen at February 23, 2004 01:54 PM (Iz2K9)
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"...the pants slide right off my hips"
Sorry, I got distracted for a moment. Was there something else in this post?
Posted by: Easy at February 23, 2004 02:21 PM (Dsp93)
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Now you should only be 58 comments away. Things happen for a reason. If your ment to have a visa you will if not something else will turn up. Keep the faith.
Posted by: Drew at February 23, 2004 02:32 PM (CBlhQ)
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one comment closer.. hehehehe,.
Posted by: pylorns at February 23, 2004 03:39 PM (FTYER)
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Helen,
Lots of love going out to you -- working on another "luck" and another "find a job" candle for you ...
Still -- apathy or not, maybe you can find some catharsis in writing -- get it all out, y'kno?
I've been where you're at now a time or two, and although I would never demean you by pitying you, I can certainly sympathize -- I *do* know the feelings you are going through, and I know how it can just sap you, strength, will, desire for life, everything ...
If you take nothing else from all your commentary and all the well-wishing of your 'far-flung gallery of friends' -- then take at the very least the knowledge that you are loved -- that you make some people's days brighter, just by being you. That we collectively hold our breath for you, and pat ourselves on the back for every triumph you have, for every obstacle or hurdle you overcome, we live for the vicarious thrill of gaining your smile ... we love you.
Hang in there -- I can't say that things will all work out - I can't say that things will get better soon - I can't say that aplomb and finesse will win out -- but please, hang in there -- we're all rooting for you.
Tioraidh, mo chairich --
Kylan
Posted by: Kylan at February 23, 2004 03:42 PM (d18ri)
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Whenever I see, in the newspaper, that Company X is doing well in the stockmarket, I go into a rage. The paper gets thrown into the fireplace immediately. Mr. Y and I got into a terrible argument-I told him I wished the company would go bankrupt, he called me childish and petty, since people I love work for them (like himself, X Partner Unit, Dear Mate, and Best Friend.) I think they are clever enough to find other jobs.
Oh. My. God. I could write the book on this.
My last job ended when the company fucked itself into a serious cash-flow problem that had, if you knew the history, been years in the making. The short version is: If you own a software company, hire software engineers to run it. Don't go into a field because you're knacky with the hardware it requires, then figure you'll just throw a bunch of programmers in a room together (who may or may not be any good at their jobs; as you cannot read code yourself, you have no way of knowing) and beat the software you need to run the hardware you're so knacky with out of them on schedule.
Also, don't hire a CTO in at $130K plus incentives after
you already fired him once because his must-save-face cultural background demands that when you ask him "is it ready yet?" he must lie to you.
After laying me off, they got down to one full-time and one half-time programmer, the owner, his henchman, and the bookkeeper. Six months before that, I had stumbled upon their balance sheet, P & L, statement of cash flows--the whole accounting bonanza. (Yeah, let's put that in a public folder accessible to absolutely everyone on the network!) I fired it off to my mother, a CPA. Her response: Get out of there. Now. Tell your friends to get out of there too. They don't have a snowball's chance in hell of surviving another quarter with those figures.
Very rarely, but occasionally, I end up having to drive by the place. They're still there. The one full-time programmer they have is a guy I hired and loved like a brother, but I still, to this day, wish they would just implode already. My friend would be fine--he's brilliant.
But I want to see the owner on the street with a will-work-for-food sign.
I'm not over it at all, and this March it will have been two years. They didn't just take my job; they took my love of the game, of what I did for a living. I haven't written a line of code since and I don't want to. I won't even so much as fuck with my style sheet.
So don't you feel bad, Helen. Compared to me I'd guess you're right where you need to be in the so-called grief process, and I'll bet you bounce back far higher than you could ever dream.
Posted by: ilyka at February 23, 2004 04:08 PM (ULuzT)
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Kylan-wow. You have utterly floored me with the nice comment you left.
Drew-I can't accept that if I don't get my visa it wasn't meant to be. I am tired of handing off my future to fate. It is meant to be, and I want it more than anything.
Ilyka-you DO understand! I know of things bubbling under the surface there, business practices, etc. It makes me scream and bubble in rage. Absolute rage. I want the head honchos in the division I worked in to KNOW what it's like to send out endless CVs via Monster. I sold my soul to that company. And the company sold it onwards.
Posted by: Helen at February 23, 2004 04:22 PM (DpsEW)
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H,
We're fighting the same battle... only on different fronts. You are in love with an amazing person and are looking for a rewarding job/career. I am gainfully employed, thanks to a rather large miracle, but am still searching for that amazing person to share life's joys and pains with. (Can I even end a sentence with 'with'? Anyway.)
The mirage of "The grass is always greener" mindset for once seems to be valid. If I had to choose between being sucessful or being loved then it's not really a choice at all.
I'm sorry Y is incommunicado when you really need him right now but you can take some comfort that you're always in his thoughts. As you are in all of ours.
Take care, little flame.
Posted by: Paul at February 23, 2004 04:58 PM (bWfDG)
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Only an uncompassionate poop would tell you to 'get over it' because YOUR blog is boring. Well, for many of us it is not boring (we're not in it just for the sex). You have many blog buddies who truly care what happens to you.
Posted by: Marie at February 23, 2004 05:13 PM (PQxWr)
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(((hugs)))
here are some suggestions to help you shake the blues and forget your troubles, if only temporarily:
*play the soundtrack to "footloose" or some other goofy eighties music and dance around in your underwear. jumping on the bed while singing along is highly recommended.
*watch the muppets take manhattan, dane cook stand up comedy, or george carlin...or all of the above.
*put your hair in ponytails, paint your toenails different colors, and color in a coloring book.
*soak in a bubble bath and sing along with show tunes (I did this recently. It was awesome.)
*take a long walk, take your camera, snap some photos, make a snow angel.
*go to the movies in the middle of the day.
*make a grilled cheese sandwich and cut it in triangles. serve with hot chocolate and whip cream.
hope that helps, or at least made you smile. hang in there. xoxo
Posted by: kat at February 23, 2004 05:38 PM (qEQy+)
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Losing a job is more stressful than divorce or losing a family member?!?! I don't think so! Certainly not for me. I've lost a family member (my sister), two jobs, and seen multiple divorces; and stress-wise I'd much rather be unemployed than lose a loved one or a marriage.
My worst case scenario when I got laid off was: we default on our house, declare bankruptsy, and move in with my in-laws. That's not so bad. Yours is better than mine Helen. You may have to move back to America with a family member for a while, but there are worse things and worse places.
At least you won't have to move in with in-laws
Posted by: Solomon at February 23, 2004 05:43 PM (t5Pi1)
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"Maybe my blog is a bit boring lately since I have been so down. But I am only writing what I am honestly feeling. I got an email recently that said, in essence, that I should "snap out of it", as my depression is "so unbecoming"."
Anyone who can say this has never experienced depression. Anyone who can say this doeesn't have a bleedin' clue about what depression is, The "pull your self up by the bootstraps" argument is the bane of all those who have lived depression, myself included. I am reading a fabulous book, _The Noonday Demon: An Anatomy of Depression." It has done my soul good. Perhaps it will help yours too. http://www.noondaydemon.com/
my best.....
Posted by: Patricia at February 23, 2004 05:59 PM (gkKMU)
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I understand the frustration and by no mean ment to further flame it. But considering it is out of your hands at the moment and in the hands of some other people to me seems to be left up in the "hands of fate".
While it seems flimsy to think that ones future to a unseen force I have found myself starting to believe that things do have reasons to them and fate does play a role from time time.
Posted by: Drew at February 23, 2004 06:30 PM (CBlhQ)
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Hmm, well first, this blog is NOT boring, it's a daily read for me and I think you are one of the strongest people I "know". Second, I really do know that you're so frustrated but I just can't help but know that there are good things in store for you, they're right around the bend....
Hang in there Helen.
Posted by: Rebecca at February 23, 2004 07:19 PM (ZHfdF)
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Hello, my name is Helen, and I'm WAY TOO FUCKING HARD on myself.
Of course you're in the shit, chica loca! You lost your job! Your marriage is falling apart! You don't know where you're going to be in six months!
While all of those things provide *trememdous* opportunity for change, they are quite possibly the most stressful combination of uncertainties you'll ever experience. How about backing off and letting yourself just be upset? The blog's not boring, but would that really be so awful? It's your blog, your life!
Sheesh! Silly lady. If you want to feel in control, go outside and pee in the snow. At least you can control it!
Posted by: Kaetchen at February 23, 2004 07:25 PM (1nMRx)
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its all about choices. Technically you COULD go back to the US if you absolutely had to. Although that might not be your most favorite choice, its always an option. When I was out of a job, and not getting anywhere with my college degree, I had to kinda look in the mirror and do a "pride check". Am I ignoring/writing off opportunities for one reason or another?? I know the feeling trust me. BUT, I had to tell myself, if the going gets REALLY tough, there is ALWAYS a job, it could not pay enough, insult my intelligence, etc etc... but there will always be something.
Posted by: liz at February 23, 2004 07:30 PM (aHfpW)
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2 things:
-The only company that laid me off can go under like a surfer in a hurricane for all I care. I gave them my all. They gave me two weeks fucking wages. Yeah. Go to hell.
-Don't ever apologize for writing whatever you feel like writing. Your honesty is one of the things I respect most about you, as sad as honesty can be sometimes...it is the truth.
Best to you, Helen.
Posted by: Rob at February 23, 2004 07:39 PM (pL1ga)
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Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps? The laws of physics prohibit that -- for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction
While a depressed person can't "just snap out of it" (no, it wasn't me that sent the e-mail), there are things one can do to help him get out of his depressed state.
One of the biggest contributors to depression is focussing too much on one's own situation. To help alleviate that, do something selfless like: collect canned food for the homeless, volunteer at the local Red Cross, regularly visit a nursing home, or anything that puts other people first.
It may not "cure" depression (then again it may), but it would definitely temper it greatly. It would give you something positive to do, reinforce that you're not that bad off, and improve your self worth (NOT your self esteem).
Sitting around all day allows one to continue to focus on the dilemma at hand, which depresses him, which makes him focus more, which depresses him more,... It's a downward spiral that CAN be broken by doing good for others. Try it.
Posted by: Solomon at February 23, 2004 07:47 PM (t5Pi1)
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Helen,
I don't have much to offer as all these wonderful people who have commented before me seem to have covered it pretty well. You are in my thoughts, as always, and keep writing, there are so many of us that plan on being here for you, through the good, the bad and the ugly. Take care. {hugs}
Posted by: Sue at February 23, 2004 07:49 PM (0SrUW)
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H, my fiancee and I are going through a hard time right now. I'm going to tell you what I have been telling him since the beginning of october, when he came home and informed me that he made an hour commute only to walk into his office and told to either resign or they were going to fire him on the spot.
It is just a job. When you get to the gates of heaven, there isn't going to be an angel checking off a list with everyone's profession on it. "Ooh, a computer programmer! We need one of those. Come on in! Wait, you were a janitor? Sorry, full up, mate. (Angel hits big red button, dude standing there slips through a hole that has magically appeared in the cloud.) Do what you can to keep yourself afloat, and happy. You are the most important thing - not where you go have your soul slowly sucked out of you every day.
I hope everything works out with the visa and the men and the Dream Job, because it seems to be what will make you happy. If it doesn't, maybe its time to reevaluate?
Posted by: tami at February 23, 2004 10:49 PM (ijVGj)
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wow, almost 3000 comments.
Posted by: Donna at February 24, 2004 12:39 AM (qpCnj)
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Just looked out the window and it's pouring down snow here. Not to blow smoke up your ass but you seem incredibly capable and talented and in the end your kind of people succeed. Faith is a wonderful thing, I don't have it in abundance but I do have it in you.
Posted by: Brass at February 24, 2004 01:21 AM (t5HVs)
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Helen,
just like Rebecca I come here every day to see how you are getting on, and just wanted to let you know that even if others tell you the blog is boring, I find it amazing because its you sharing and its real. You show an amazing amount of resilience, hang in there, thinking of you here on the other side of the world.
Posted by: Stephen at February 24, 2004 05:19 AM (w/U8f)
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I love your blog. It is a book I love to come back to. And I'm guessing that out of the nearly 3000 comments you've had... 99% of them have NOT been horrible people trying to make you feel bad about being you.
Be you. We love it. We read it... whatever it might be.
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The First Time Ever I Saw...
Well, I am sitting here with my second cup of coffee and the shakes like I am in day 2 of detox after a decade of the drink. I had Kafka dreams all night last night about being made redundant again (although I did dream about also getting a yes on the visa), and I haven't heard from Mr. Y since last night, when he was partying away at Carnivale in Aachen (a little town in Germany on the border of Holland) with, among others, one of his exes (I trust him, I really do...but I sure would like to hear from him), so after a quick round of self-relations this morning and before I completely flip out let's talk about something else.
The First.
We all remember the First. And, almost without variation, the First was a terrible experience. Over in seconds, sometimes painful, often messy, usually embarassing.
That's right-I am talking about the first time you had sex.
My first (well, my first with a guy. Come to think of it, my first with a girl was pretty lousy, too. But my second time with a girl...oh my...) was when I was almost 18 (I was a late bloomer. Then when I bloomed, it was like a jungle plant out of control. Fucking Tarzan could swing from my vines, baby.) He was 27 (I have always had a thing for older men). He was also, incidentally, the first, only, and as far as I am concerned last man I have ever been with that was shorter than me.
We had met at a theatre that we had both worked at. He was a bit of an odd-ball, living at home (and had never left, actually), still driving the same car he drove in high school, and a complete fanatic of the music of the early Genesis. He was Italian, swarthy, and he was my First.
We were in the living room of his parents house, late at night. It started off as the bump and grind that occurs over clothing. You know, the guy gets a stiffy and decides the best thing to do is to rub it against you in his jeans.
'Cause that doesn't cause the woman to chafe at all, you know.
Pretty soon it was clear what he wanted. And I knew, anyway, that I needed to be able to check this box off in my head-Done that. Check. Now on to solving world peace. So I shrugged and nodded and pulled my jeans off.
His face lit up like a Roman Candle. Fumbingly, he said the only condom he had was in the glove box of his car, would I mind waiting while he ran out and got it?
No, sure, go ahead. I love lying here all trussed up like a naked Thanksgiving turkey with your parents in the other room. You go on and take your time.
He dashed out like a wild puppy and ran back inside with a plastic square. Ripping the package open, he slid it on himself...and it broke within seconds.
The condom, apparently, had been languishing in a remote state of wishful thinking in his glove box for about 6 years. Combine a little ol' thing like an expiration date with a little ol' thing called 100 degree Texas summers, and that condom had as good a chance of working as I would have getting an orgasm out of this experience.
He looked at me stricken. Would I mind if he just went inside a little bit, and he'd pull out when he got close?
And like a thousand other mindless women, I said that was ok. So he eased in and started moving. I felt no pain at all, I had no bleeding at all...in fact, I honestly had that thought in my mind, the one thought that makes men's blood go cold and their willies go colder, the one thought that will stop the action like nothing else can...
...Are you in yet?
About 20 seconds into the whole affair (I am being honest, not uncharitable), he pulled out quickly and let it fly all over his mother's Winter Wheat colored carpet. He blushed wildly and I observed the whole thing rather coldly and clinically.
Box checked. My work here was done.
We later got into a debate-he said I was his Second, I said I was his First. It turns out his idea of a First was when he was making out with a woman 6 years prior (hence the sad and lonely prophylactic in his glove box). However, before he even entered her he popped his cork and made a mess. I said penetration was needed before it counted as sex. He said the presence of the other person made it sex. I said if that was the case, most men lost their virginity in Junior High, but whatever. It's your call.
We stayed together a while, and in fact I even married the guy later on (it seemed like a good idea at the time). This, despite the fact that he refused to go down on women since their parts were "generally unclean", although he would be the first to grab my hair and plunge my head down his way.
We lasted a year. No big loss.
I have yet to meet someone that had a wildly romantic and beautiful first time, with prancing ponies and orgasms galore. I think it's just not meant to be. The First is the ground-breaking ceremony (no pun intended). You start mixing the concrete and laying the foundation the next few times after that. And after some time (and some good partners), over time you will have yourself a fantastic baseball stadium, worthy of the greatest home runs.
-H.
PS-Dear Sam-Regarding your comment about Kim's death: "Yeah, people come and go, what'cha gonna do about it, eh?"
What am I going to do about it?
I'm going to ban your sorry ass, you git.
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A journey of 1,000 orgasms starts with but one fumble.
I think Confucius's little sister said that.
Posted by: Simon at February 20, 2004 09:05 AM (OyeEA)
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I think my daughter probably got all the trimmings. well... maybe not *all*.. but I think it was memorable in a good, rather than an oh, that was messy, way.
Posted by: melanie at February 20, 2004 09:09 AM (jDC3U)
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I thought I'd never get even a foundation, but I guess that's what happens when you're in the wrong stadium to begin with, or playing with the wrong team...something like that
You know what I meant.
Posted by: Sue at February 20, 2004 09:11 AM (BhoJH)
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Confucius' sister would say that-after all, her brother was a hermit!
Mel-your daughter should write up the experience and publish it in a handbook for young men. All the non-fumble experience they can get...
Sue-it's nice to be a switch hitter, isn't it?
Posted by: Helen at February 20, 2004 10:22 AM (dAvno)
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My first was pretty good. I guess because I'd been eating (and eated ;-) and had known the girl for years there wasn't any panic or nervousness. Plus, she had at least some experience with a previous fella.
Posted by: Jim at February 20, 2004 01:04 PM (saeHM)
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My first... I didn´t make it to the finish line. I was scared I could hurt her or something. Unlike me, she said she orgasmed. Right, faker. That wasn´t her first or her last lie, but that is all in a distant past. I only remember good things about her, wich is normal, isn´t it? Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 20, 2004 03:00 PM (wW77H)
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My first was odd in the way that I didn't even know we were actually having sex. It was followed by weeks of foreplay and when it finally got to that point, I was so into enjoying whatever he did to me that it didn't occur to me that when the penis is inside if me, I am indeed having sex. It took him stopping to tell me we needed a condom to go any further for me to realize "Holy Shit, what do we need a condom for! What exactly have we been doing!" I was such a moron
Posted by: Amynah at February 20, 2004 03:46 PM (tqQaS)
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My first (I know you're all shocked to hear this) was with the super-model Mrs. Solomon at age 26 on our honeymoon. And it just keeps getting better!!
I recommend that path with the highest level of recommendation you can think of (two thumbs up, five stars, 100%,...).
Posted by: Solomon at February 20, 2004 04:00 PM (t5Pi1)
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when i have my "first" i'll let you know. i plan to have a big fuckin party.
Posted by: kat at February 20, 2004 04:21 PM (qEQy+)
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I never bled either. And it was indeed an awkward, awful experience . . . but now I'm wondering how many other women didn't have the blood-stained sheets thing happen either.
I had a virgin once. The most hilarious thing was afterward when he asked me, "um, no offense, but, um, it, um, it gets better from here on out, right?" I cracked up and told him the first time always sucks. I didn't even care that I was admitting it had sucked for him
with me, because I honestly don't know anyone who had a really stellar first time.* I could hardly expect to be the exception to the rule.
*Well, except Mr. Lucky Jim up there. Shut up, Jim. But before you shut up, could you like form a cunnilingus advocacy group to promote the growth and development of this erotic artform among the other (single!) members of your sex?
Posted by: ilyka at February 20, 2004 04:31 PM (PTsag)
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Dear God my first time was in an Omni. You know... a roller skate with a motor. I was 15 years old and scared shitless. He was 19 and took full advantage of me. What an idiot. I wish I could take it all back. It still haunts me. But I was in looooove.
Oh and by the way good for you kickin' Sam to the curb. What a tasteless, tacky person.
Posted by: Tiffani at February 20, 2004 04:45 PM (xpNFK)
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With my first girlfriend the sex didn't start out great and quickly leveled off from there. But that girl had a true gift in a golf ball and garden hose kinda way. Just thinking of it brings a tear to my eye.
I married my 2nd timer and I do believe we could have joined the circus! That is until she started auditioning as a solo act. DOH!
Posted by: Paul at February 20, 2004 05:13 PM (bWfDG)
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Thank god it "got better for here on out", because if it hadn't I would have become a nun. (And thank god I didn't).
My first (I was 16) was painful, but I think it was because I was too tense. Poor guy didn't even get to finish because I couldn't handle the pain. But we were together for 2 years after that, so we we had a little time to get it right.
Cheers Helen
Posted by: Melissa at February 20, 2004 05:25 PM (i9VPc)
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Well, except Mr. Lucky Jim up there. Shut up, Jim. But before you shut up, could you like form a cunnilingus advocacy group to promote the growth and development of this erotic artform among the other (single!) members of your sex?
Just the single ones? Married gals appreciate a cunning linguist too, ya know. Maybe I'll start HFM (Hubbies For Munching) or PEA (the Pussy Eaters Alliance). Yeah, that's the ticket. ;-)
Posted by: Blog Pimp Daddy at February 20, 2004 05:52 PM (IOwam)
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My first time was with someone I'd known for years. It was this weird thing - we'd both given and received plenty of oral, but for some reason we'd both always known that the first time was for each other. I didn't even like him that much, but somehow we knew! He came over one night, we did it on my bedroom floor, said, "eh, I guess that's done" and never spoke again.
That's one time a small wang was a good, good thing. Especially because a month later I started dating a guy who should have been a porn star. Enormous wang and knew how to handle it. Too bad neither of them really knew how to munch carpet...
Posted by: Kaetchen at February 20, 2004 06:31 PM (1nMRx)
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My first time I was 17 and it involved a lot of tears on her part and a bunch of "Are you OK? I'm sorry." on my part. It was her second time ever and I'm sure it didn't help that she was about 4'11" and 90 lbs. I was 5'11" and 160 lbs. at the time. It was the first and only time we did it.
The aftermath of this left me quite timid to be with a girl and girlfriends 2,3 and 4 took advantage of that to teach me everthing they liked. So it came to pass that I now love "eating at the Y".
The very best compliment I have ever recieved came from girlfriend number 4. About 14 years ago she decided that she likes girls more than boys, we hadn't dated for several years so it didn't bother me (to be honest, I told myself once you've had me, where can you go? I know, I know, whatever gets me to bed at night) and we have remained close friends for all that time. She occasionally comes up for vacation and if she's not dating anyone we will end up in bed. Here's the compliment, after an occasion of spending sime time "down south" she let my head go, looked down at me, smiled and said "You eat pussy like a girl." High praise indeed.
Posted by: Brass at February 20, 2004 06:34 PM (SrRJG)
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Just the single ones?
Well, shoot, if you haven't figured out by now that anything I suggest is designed primarily to benefit that holy trinity known as me, myself, and I . . . .
Posted by: ilyka at February 20, 2004 07:10 PM (PTsag)
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I like the fact that I've finnally been told I've ruined her for everyone else.
Posted by: pylorns at February 20, 2004 07:16 PM (FTYER)
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Yup my first sucked. I was the most worthless three minutes in my life. I know this cause I saw it on the digital clock the whole way through.
I had fooled around a lot and thought if this is sex I can do with out, I do better by myself. Thank god it got better
Posted by: stinkerbell at February 20, 2004 07:28 PM (szY/g)
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Jim, you must start club immediately. I nominate Ilyka as the vice president.
I will handle the marketing
But so far, Brass and Pylorns have it nailed on the good stories. Eats beaver like a woman....well done, Brass.
Posted by: Helen at February 20, 2004 07:41 PM (DpsEW)
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Goodness gracious Helen and all the rest of you commenters! I love the fact that ya'll are so bold as to describe your 'firsts' online for the world to see. I would love to tell ya'll about mine, but those pesky Southern Baptist repressive demons just won't leave me alone. But, I do live vicariously through all of you. Way to bring 'em out Helen.
Posted by: Marie at February 20, 2004 07:44 PM (PQxWr)
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Well Marie, if people can't talk about their first here, then where can we all talk about it?
Posted by: Helen at February 20, 2004 07:59 PM (DpsEW)
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I wrote about my first a while back, so I won't retell it here. However, I agree about the penetration rule. I take it further though.. I had a guy stick it in once, thrust a couple of times and pulled out declaring that he had a guilty conscience and couldn't continue. That doesn't count as far as I'm concerned... penetration or not.
Posted by: emily at February 20, 2004 08:31 PM (2zW8B)
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First time was straight out of an oldie-but-goodie song:
In a Chevy,
With my High School Sweetheart,
At "Make Out" point,
At our favorite park,
On a Friday Night.
No mess either. In the euphoria of it all, I asked her to marry me that night. A year and a half later, I went away to school, and she stayed home. We grew apart and broke up.
Damn we had fun. And thinking back now, ten years later, we were really in love.
Posted by: AJ at February 20, 2004 09:46 PM (pou21)
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Now AJ's comment, to me, sounds like the perfect Springsteen song.
Man, that was beautiful (and not said in sarcasm, either).
Posted by: Helen at February 20, 2004 09:48 PM (R9NrF)
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He came in his pants with a woman and called it sex? Um, yeah.
My first was classic Johnny Huh. My girlfriend at the time, who was a controlling witch and wouldn't have sex with me, dumped me so I picked up her sister and had sex with her in a playground in the wooden castle tower.
That'll teach her for dumping me!
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at February 21, 2004 12:47 AM (AyewP)
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Bad call with him messing with Kim.
First time I was very nervous and also a late bloomer (1
. The poor girl.
Posted by: drew at February 21, 2004 02:01 AM (K/rfM)
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Test comment. Test test...
Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 21, 2004 04:54 AM (jtW2s)
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That's better. Broke your blog for a little while there.
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I think I'm doing pretty damn good for my first to be something hazily remembered through a fog of roofie-induced comatoseness.
Posted by: Courtney at February 21, 2004 05:35 AM (7HzK2)
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I thought my blog was broken! But thanks for fixing it, Pixy!
Posted by: Helen at February 21, 2004 11:19 AM (GEk9S)
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Oh wow. My first was at the age of 16. It was intense, and brief. But since I was 16, I recovered quickly. and we had more fun that afternoon. Wish I could still recover that fast. Youth is wasted on the young.*LOL*
But there was quite a twist to the experience that I may be inspired to write about myself. Suffice it to say that I discovered role-playing right from the get-go ;-)
Posted by: Easy at February 21, 2004 04:20 PM (/jvn7)
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I was another one who wanted to get it over with, and a late bloomer at 18 (is it just all us net geeks or what?!). My problem was that we were both virgins and therefore thought everything would happen like clockwork, when in fact it took us 7 or 8 times to finally score a hole in one. Ahem.
We went out for a year, but it wasn't until I met the next guy that I discovered the joy of an eloquent and cunning linguist. And therafter it has been a prerequisite, seeing as I give as good as I get
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Posted by: goldie at February 22, 2004 02:19 PM (qaUo/)
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My first time, we were both eighteen and it sucked. It was painful for both of us (she was tight, insufficiently lubed and had a hymen apparently made from steel). We needed three tries on three different days until I finally burst the damn piece of a mucous membrane! It got better eventually, and we're happily married now.
As for the HFM and/or PEA, can I be treasurer? I mean I really treasure the cunning linguistics with my wife, so I am qualified for the job, right?
Posted by: Gudy at February 22, 2004 10:33 PM (ohzw3)
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My first was with a married woman! I was 18 had nothing to do during summer before college. I often conversed with my next door neighbor whom I thought was gorgeous in her early 40s. One afternoon she asked me to come over for some lemonade. I really thought it was lemonade! (I was innocent...hey I was only 1
We conversed for a while. She changed the topic to sex. I had my first incredible experience there that afternoon. She also taught me about cunnilingus (for her sake I guess). I don't recall exactly but I was probably down there for about half an hour. The sound of her moaning really excited me.
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Options
My visa still hasn't moved an inch, but inspired by what
Courtney wrote in a comment some time ago, I have started investigating other options for moving to the UK should my visa fail. Mr. Y and I discussed it briefly on the phone. I asked him if he would be willing to move to the U.S., and he said it's something he could consider. I was flabbergasted-I had firmly expected a no. But that's even further back an option than what I have figured.
Namely, I have been considering if maybe I should go back to school.
I don't really have so many other options. I can't stay in Sweden-it's killing me here, and anyway I am about to be out a place to live. If I don't get the visa, I can't work in the UK. And if I go back to the U.S., I must start from the beginning again-buy a car, get a flat, get a job, and I will lose all my possessions. Not to mention that I am just not ready to go back right now.
But if I don't get the visa, can I accept just going back to school? Can I be ok with it if I am not working, not feeling a part of the greater picutre? Not sure. Some soul-searching needs to be done on that, I think.
So I have found a website that will help me with the applications, as an international student, now I need to find help figuring out what schools I can get U.S. financial aid for. Amazing-I managed to pay off a staggering amount of student loans 5 years ago, now I am facing it again.
And it wasn't until I was walking upstairs with a cup of cranberry juice and university wafting about my mind that the subject I should study came to light, the chance to understand myself and others.
Psychology.
I want to study psychology.
So it's back to the Internet drawing board again. I will check on financial aid, etc., and see what I come up with. And although this is the action plan for what happens if the visa fails (which will kill me), a part of me thinks a bit of part-time schooling might be in order, anyway.
Yesterday was a better day for me. I spent the morning re-doing the bedroom floors. The house is 100 years old, and the filling between the wood floorboards is missing, so we have been working on filling it again with this "wood in a can" filler stuff.
I love that. It could solve all our re-forestation issues. Need more trees here? Get the can.
I did all that, walked the dog, and then needed to shower, as therapy beckoned in the afternoon. I headed to the shower, looking forward to a good long sudsing up, and once in there I realized I had a problem.
We were out of shampoo.
And the fact that I hadn't washed my hair in four days (hey...welcome to depression) and that it was filled with bits of wood in a can didn't help. So I did what any industrious, fast-thinking adult would do and solved the problem.
If my therapist noted I smelled like my dog's Hertz 3-in-1 Flea and Tick Shampoo, he didn't comment on it.
Woof.
-H.
PS-had an erotic dream last night about being rescued by a Marine. Anyone know where I can get one of those?
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oo, i'm the first commenter! and that's only because the damn dog woke me up at 4 am.
school sounds like a good plan. good for you for moving forward despite the obstacles and despite feeling low and despite all the craziness. *muah* you're doin awesome. xoxoxox.
Posted by: kat at February 19, 2004 11:01 AM (qEQy+)
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Having a backup plan never hurts, as evidenced by that dog shampoo incident. ;-) But somehow I can't wrap my mind around the idea of you going back to school - I guess I just can't imagine you without work. How lame is that?!
Re: visa - I fucking hate it when they do the "oh, we also need x - come back when you have it" shuffle, repeatedly and malevolently. I hope they get their act together soon, I'm starting to get cramps from all the appendage-crossing.
Re: useless trivia. I can sympathize, oh how I can sympathize. No one will play Trivial Pursuit with me anymore, but ask me something potentially usefull, and I'm sure to draw a blank...
Posted by: Gudy at February 19, 2004 11:55 AM (6UiVs)
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Hi H,
It's good to see you've got a decent back-up plan. Now instead of counting on one thing, you have given yourself options, and I think options are always a good thing.
To me it's also a clear sign that on some level you are getting your head around recent troubles.
Yay you!
"Wood in a can"? That sounds so wrong. How would I use it to make myself a table?
Take care and keep smiling
Del
Posted by: Del at February 19, 2004 11:58 AM (uBMdw)
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A studying dog! Your job in the circus is assured.
And we all know the old saying: "You can't teach an old dog new ticks."
Boom tish.
Posted by: Simon at February 19, 2004 12:06 PM (GWTmv)
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I actually see you very easily in a university setting, probably because you're both bright and inquisitive.
Ooh...ooh...tip of the tongue...almost there...got it.
"If you're smart and curious you should be in school until you learn how to make what you want to make. Working is for people who aren't curious any more."
That's what Papa (Grampa P) told me when he found out I was enlisting in the Navy.
Posted by: Blog Pimp Daddy at February 19, 2004 01:15 PM (saeHM)
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Actually, I just spoke to Mr. Y on the phone. Turns out he's not keen on the university idea after all.
Back to the drawing board...*sigh*
Posted by: Helen at February 19, 2004 02:16 PM (q4AbD)
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Psychology - I´ve got one at home! She says I´m her case study
. But I don´t think that the "understanding myself" part is true. You will allways need help for that, no one can do that on their own. "My psychologist" benefits from my non professional, but loving help. I think. Either that or I just drive her crazy... Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 19, 2004 02:17 PM (wW77H)
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Miguel-you betcha' I will continue having help figuring out myself
Blog Pimp Daddy-if my visa fails, will you help me hook myself up in the UK then? I am assuming you work internationally.
Posted by: Helen at February 19, 2004 02:27 PM (q4AbD)
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I have to say I have made that decision and am living it. Not a single regret about it either. I wouldnt trun away from it yet. Could be just where you need to be.
If you want help on being a student abroad and finacial aid feel free to email me I can give you some support (as I almost went to the Univ. of Edinburgh) and resources.
Posted by: stinkerbell at February 19, 2004 03:24 PM (szY/g)
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H,
How about Child or Adolescent Psychology? Think of it as preventive maintenence.
I think there are a lot of people who would be in a much better place had they had access to a quality support system in their developmental years.
If Y doesn't like the idea of university he doesn't have to go. Tell him you'll see him after class!
I'll bet University of Chicago has a terrific Psych Department. Hmmmm...
Take care, little flame.
Posted by: Paul at February 19, 2004 04:25 PM (bWfDG)
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I don't think Mr. Y quite realizes that you *make* money going to school in the US, if you pay your loans back before they're due. Since the loans are interest-free, if you pay them back before the due date then you're actually paying less than you borrowed due to the rate of inflation. Plus, our student loans are *much* more generous than the UK loans, especially at the graduate level.
Perhaps Mr. Y isn't keen on psychologist Helen, but there are *lots* of things to study. Ever considered teaching? Pay's not great, but that's one profession that you should easily be able to get a visa for in the UK - and knowing how you love kids, it might be a good opportunity for you to work with them. BTW, I don't have your address to send my copy of the book to you, but will help with financial aid info.
Posted by: Courtney at February 19, 2004 04:28 PM (7HzK2)
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Just be careful not to become one of those people who go into Psychology expecting to "diagnose" and "fix" themselves....huhum...not that I would know anything about that....
Posted by: Rebecca at February 19, 2004 04:30 PM (ZHfdF)
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Helen:
Stop! Look! Listen! (to yourself) This painful period of your life has the potential to hone you some remarkable skills at taking care of yourself – organizing the rest of your life on YOUR terms, not how you are identified by a job – or, worse, a man. I fear you are missing a golden opportunity here?
Have you considered the option of making decisions about your life without the detritus of who you’re sleeping with – or what your job title is? Have you considered taking a brief respite from the entanglement created by starting a new relationship before the old broken one is cleaned up and resolved? A mental time out?
Can you see what’s driving your life right now? Do you understand the significance of your willingness to throw the university plan out the window based on the fact that Mr Y gave you a thumbs down on that idea? Are you really willing to give over control of your future to this man – any man?
You’re smart and capable and competent. Why are you giving away the power in your life to ANYone else – thinking with your ovaries -- which have a poor reputation for “intellect” or long-range planning! Boff the guy til you can barely sit up and take nourishment, if you need to. But for God’s sake, do NOT base hugely critical life decisions on whether or not Mr Y gives it the nod. That’s where the “If it hadn’t been for you, I could have . . . . . “ viperous accusations come from ten years down the road.
This is YOUR life, Helen. Don’t entrust it to anyone other than Helen. Cuz that’s who you’re gonna live with til the day you die. The constancy of others is always uncertain. Being in love or lust while trying to orchestrate the Good Life for yourself muddies the waters severely. The fire your ovaries are creating at the moment will eventually morph to something less dramatic and, hopefully, sustainable over the long haul. That’s where the rubber meets the road. When that smoke clears, you need to see a life with YOUR thumbprint on it – not someone else’s.
Trust yourself. You have all the answers within you. Sometimes they’re hard to hear when your life has gotten too ‘noisy’. Be still and listen to your soul. It’s very wise and has Helen’s best interests at heart.
Annie
Posted by: Annie at February 19, 2004 04:41 PM (GsjEB)
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Annie, your comment was like some of those from the other commenters that I love so much-helpful, riveting, and straight to the core.
It's amazing you listed the ovaries thing, since that was Mr. Y's greatest reservation about the university thing (he didn't rule it out, just said he had massive reservations about it)-namely that it would take some years before I was established again in the workplace (perhaps about 5 years) and thus he would feel too old to consider children (and he would be 47, so I honestly don't blame him). Having a child is such a tremendous driver for me for the future.
To be honest, what's driving me so hard right now is myself. I want this job. I need a job, preferably this job. I cannot stay in Sweden anymore, not even if I wanted to-there are no jobs here. If I shut out all the noises in my life, from somewhere deep inside I hear the yearning to be in England, to be somewhere not home but not here, to be somewhere where I can open my mouth and not feel bad that English is what wants to come out of it.
And above all, I want to charge my way back into working, into believing in myself, and so that I can say to Company X: Fuck you. You thought you could beat me, but you can't. Nobody decides when I am out of the game but me.
Petty maybe. But at least it gets me out of bed in the morning.
And Paul-I would've LOOOOOOOOOOVED to go to Univ of Chicago. Talk about a great school!
Posted by: Helen at February 19, 2004 04:52 PM (Qjb3P)
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Just remember "It's ALL trivia until you need it."
Posted by: Brass at February 19, 2004 05:07 PM (SrRJG)
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Helen,
I'm not going to be able to host Luuka after all , so can you remove me from the list please?
Thanks,
wench
Posted by: Wench at February 19, 2004 05:24 PM (j4ByO)
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I wish I could, but I'm not going to be able to get to Memphis for quite some time. I originally thought I would be able to shoot down there any time, but there's been a change in circumstances.
Posted by: Wench at February 19, 2004 05:25 PM (j4ByO)
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So Helen, Leaving everyone else out of the equation, what is it that you really want to do? And where do you really want to be?
Posted by: Marie at February 19, 2004 05:48 PM (PQxWr)
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H -
Erotic dreams about being rescued by a Marine huh?
Yeah, I have those too... ;-P
Be well, kid. School is a great idea, provided you can study what REALLLY interests you. Mr Y approval or no, you gotta do what's going to be best for you. Remember, you're on your "last life"... you old soul, you.
Posted by: Mike the Marine at February 19, 2004 05:49 PM (IOX+E)
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Why would you lose all of your possessions by moving back to the US? Expense of shipping them all back?
By the way, if I'm one of the bad in Sedalina's comments then I do apologize. I don't ever intend to insult unless insulted first. And Joshua's been like fingernails on a chalkboard for months so I felt like I had to take him down a peg or ten.
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at February 19, 2004 06:25 PM (kFKqC)
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Johnny-it is indeed the cost. And you're not one of the bad-Joshua's pissed me off, too
Mike-I'd go gay for her.
Marie-you know, I just don't know anymore. I thought I had answers to all of these things, but the only thing driving me right now is Dream Job and the visa. I think I am, otherwise, lost.
Posted by: Helen at February 19, 2004 06:30 PM (F+FYj)
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Cool. It would be nice if you came back to the U.S. would could consider one part of the country over the other?
Posted by: Drew at February 19, 2004 06:39 PM (K/rfM)
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Few people are really great at a lot of things. They're generally exceptional at one or two things and good, average, or worse at everything else.
You can't be a superior mom and superior student or employee too. The super-model Mrs. Solomon is a superior mom, and it takes most of her day. She could be a good mom if she worked 40 or 50 hours/week but not superior.
There isn't enough time to be superior at multiple things as time intensive as parenting, working, and schooling are unless you combine them somehow (i.e. having a family business).
Figure out what's the most important goal and then focus on that. For ol' Solomon it's being the best, most Godly husband and dad I can be. Everything else takes a back seat. Everything!
Posted by: Solomon at February 19, 2004 06:45 PM (t5Pi1)
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Well...as long as the side of your toothpaste tube doesn't have the letters 'BenGay'...
Posted by: Roger at February 19, 2004 06:59 PM (8S2fE)
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H,
As something of a perpetual student myself (just finishing my second degree and trying to get things organised to apply for my third), the main advice I'd give about making any decision to return to your studies is to think about what you'd like to do after graduating again.
There's no doubt that doing another degree (and psychology would be an incredibly interesting course judging by the B.Sc year my brother did as part of his medical degree) would be great for someone with as much of a thirst for knowledge as you seem to possess. However it's only worth studying something like that now in a full-time capacity if you plan to seek employment in that field afterwards. If not, then you'll just be damaging your employability in your current field by taking three years out.
I don't know if you're aware of this, but there's something in the UK called the
Open University, which allows people to study for degrees and other qualifications whilst working full-time. That might be an option worth exploring whether or not Dream Job and the visa get sorted out the way we all want them to.
Posted by: Gareth at February 19, 2004 07:16 PM (NHA9E)
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Some unsolicited advice, if you can take it. If you're planning on using the degree to pay back the loan, may I suggest you minor in Psychology? It's incredibly interesting, and you'll love studying it, but the degree itself (the Masters, in my case) has not offered many options, at least in my personal experience. If you're thinking of a bachelors, don't. Really. If you're thinking of a Masters, know you'll need another two years of certifications to be considered for a job, and that the job in question will likely pay around 24K. (This is in the US, mind, but it may be the same in Sweden/UK.) If you still want to do it, then volunteer in a mental hospital for awhile. If you still want to do it after that, then go for it! Best of luck!
Posted by: Allison at February 19, 2004 08:32 PM (YmC5g)
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if my visa fails, will you help me hook myself up in the UK then? I am assuming you work internationally.
Unfortunately most of my muscle is in the Atlanta area. But if you're looking to live in a place with four actual seasons I can sure help you out. ;-)
Posted by: Blog Pimp Daddy at February 19, 2004 08:43 PM (IOwam)
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Roger - I don't get the toothpaste reference.
Posted by: Solomon at February 19, 2004 08:44 PM (t5Pi1)
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I've got a BA in Psychology. It was the only thing I could make decent grades in without studying. I also have an economics degree. I've used the psychology degree much more than economics in the business world.
If I had it to do over, I would've become a psychiatrist.
Posted by: Tee at February 19, 2004 08:55 PM (YF2Uq)
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Hi Solomon,
Well if you get up real early and don't turn on the light so as not to hurt your eyes and squeeze
this onto to your toothbrush and start scrubbing...you'll get it:-)
Of course this is accidental compared to H doing what "any industrious, fast-thinking adult would do..."
Posted by: Roger at February 19, 2004 09:18 PM (8S2fE)
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Roger - Ouch. I trust your mouth muscles were all ready for exercising afterwards.
Posted by: Solomon at February 19, 2004 09:32 PM (t5Pi1)
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Helen... you'd go gay for Catherine Bell? Well, that just inspired some "me" time when I get home tonight...
GOD, WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS!?!
Posted by: Mike the Marine at February 19, 2004 09:33 PM (Zw7Hl)
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Hmmm, it seems
Cingular Wireless won the bid to buy AT&T Wireless to create the nation's largest wireless telecomm company. They could probably use some new blood in said new company.
And it just so happens they'll be headquartered here in Atlanta.
I'm just sayin' ...
Posted by: Joey at February 19, 2004 10:58 PM (Sk2Wf)
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I always find it so interesting that most of the people I know that have really pursued Psychology did so because they wanted a better understanding of what was going on in their own lives. They needed an explanation for the things they did or felt that no one else could comprehend. Admirable, but it makes me wonder sometimes if it puts a slant on the profession as a whole.
Posted by: emily at February 19, 2004 11:12 PM (2zW8B)
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I've considered psychology ever since I started seeing a psychologist.. but then I know myself well enough that it's because I want to learn the language of the Pysche and I would use it to hide behind and tout my knowledge of all things psychological....
I'm safer and far less annoying in my ignorance.
And I liked what Annie had to say about listening to your inner voice...
Posted by: sasoozie at February 20, 2004 01:32 AM (PKfRb)
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Yes! Psychology! Look what a history degree got me...no don't ;-)
I'm thinking of you Helen, and wishing the best as always.
Posted by: Rob at February 20, 2004 04:34 AM (fJHe3)
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...from the beginning again-buy a car, get a flat, get a job...
My my, you have been away too long... silly girl, if you buy a car and get a flat, you will need a spare and a jack before you can get a job =)
What do they call a tire without air in it in England? hmm
Dane
Posted by: Dane at February 20, 2004 06:49 AM (ncyv4)
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I see I'm not the only one who's ever dipped into the pet's shampoo in a time of need.
Heck, how do you think "Horse and Mane" became so popular? Someone had to use it on their hair first.
Posted by: Serenity at February 20, 2004 08:09 AM (GChd/)
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Dane: I had to read that again too.
"Buy a car and get a flat? Why? Why would she want to do that? Oh, is she being sarcastic?"
One sentence later...
"Oooooh....heh. I'm a dork."
Posted by: Serenity at February 20, 2004 08:11 AM (4A/WT)
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I can never keep it straight. If I call it a flat in the U.S., I get teased.
If I call it an apartment here, I get the piss taken out of me.
I think I shall resort to domicile. That should be clearer
Posted by: Helen at February 20, 2004 10:17 AM (dAvno)
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February 18, 2004
Much Ado About Something
I will spare you from me discussing my great distress about the visa (I understand it is boring, and anyway there isn't any progress anyway, only further complications.) Instead, let me tell you something about myself.
Cause...you know...I never talk about myself here.
I spent the entire day yesterday sitting in a green armchair that I have in the study. I didn't read. I didn't login. I didn't turn on the TV or radio. I just sat in the chair for the entire day and thought.
Monday was a bad day for me, really. My therapist had, with three sentences that he uttered, unlocked a part of my memory that I had sealed out for many, many years. Suddenly, things that I had very successfully welded shut came back to me in floods, breaking open the pipeline and engulfing my mind, and it was all I could do to strap my hip-waders on and grimly decide to get through it.
And I found myself like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, trying to flip open my opera glasses. Ummm...Mine are Broken! In one afternoon, I lost my ability to disassociate. I had never known it had a name, this thing I did, this ability to step outside of myself. When the going got rough, or even just very emotional, I would be able to step outside of me, to be able to watch what was happening to me much like I would watch a TV show. It wouldn't be real, what I was thinking or feeling. I wasn't there. I hadn't known that this had a name until I read about it on Sedalina's site, and I found out that other people step outside of themselves, too. Armed with a name for this, I talked to my therapist about it. And it is one of three things that is wrong with me.
But since my therapy visit, my transporter is broken. No more beaming off this ship! I am stuck facing an intergalactic war, but at least I armed myself with alien liquor before getting on deck. My aim may be off now, but at least my phaser practice will be hilariously fun.
Losing my job has devastated me so much for one singular reason (well, other than the humiliation of losing my job and the loss of income, but let's forget that now, shall we?): there is only one thing that I believe in myself in, and that's the fact that I think I am intelligent (and I am not being uppity when I say that). No matter how rough my life was going in other areas, I knew that I had my job because I worked like a madman and I was clever (I also believe I am a fabulous sex kitten, but that has nothing to do with my job. No really-it doesn't).
We're not talking uber-Mensa here, but I do think I am smart. I don't know everything about everything, but I can hold my own in debates and I read like a maniac. But the problem is, I am filled to the brim with utterly useless knowledge. In university, I used to be able to name all the Egyptian pharoahs, their dynasties, and their birth and death dates.
You know...'cause that's info that I can use in my daily living.
If I was in a desperate flight for my life with a handsome CIA agent, running from some bad guys in a gorgeous half-torn chiffon dress and cute but reliable strappy shoes (well, at least that's the way I picture it in my head), we would get to a garage and he would draw his gun, panting heavily and looking out for more bad guys.
"Helen!" he would bark. "I need you to-hot wire this car so that we can drive out of here and live happily ever after!"
"Ummm...right." I would reply, shuffling from foot to foot and hoping I looked cute. "Wouldn't you rather discuss Greger Mendel's studies in genetics? I'm can do that one."
People can tell me that I am unattractive (which hurts, but I understand that we all have to be different-I mean, I think I have rabbit-like front teeth and a big round face)), people can tell me that I am fat (which really hurts and makes me not like that person at all, but it's true, I could stand to lose a few pounds), but if someone calls me stupid, then I feel strong enough about myself to know that's not true.
Hmph...I have some pretty mean people in my life.
And one other big realization I had was: I loved my grandfather so fucking much because he was the only one in my life who loved me just as I was.
Now that's a gift.
-H.
PS-Luuka (now airborne to the lovely Brass in Colorado) has been having the party of the century with Simon, working and travelling the Far East. That lucky cow. Get the pictures here!
PPS-The latest Bonfire of the Vanities is up here.
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Nothing wrong with a little bit of navel contemplation. I highly recommend it. For a time.
Ah yes, darling. . .now you know. NOW you can see who is worthy of your love and affection -- by virtue of the fact that he/sh/it loves you just as you are. One reason I believe pets are so popular with the clinically depressed. They don't give a shit if you're fucked up in the head -- they just love you for who you are.
You know something else I believe? You. Aren't. Broken. You're just YOU, my dear. A little bit naieve, a little bit jaded. You have a whole life of living and loving behind you, but you ALSO have a whole life of living and loving ahead of you.
Grab life by the balls honey, and LIVE!
Posted by: margi at February 18, 2004 08:54 AM (kpNlZ)
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Naive.
Paging Dr. Freud! Ms. Retentive is on the line! Ms. Anal Retentive!!
Posted by: margi at February 18, 2004 08:55 AM (kpNlZ)
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And don't forget we all love you
just as you are too.
Posted by: Simon at February 18, 2004 09:22 AM (GWTmv)
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And like the T-shirt, I am so stealing that "Paging Dr. Freud" idea, Margi.
And we love Simon too-especially now that he's back and he's Simon, not his brother
Posted by: Helen at February 18, 2004 10:27 AM (WrdM/)
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You are not fat and you do not have big front teeth. You are cute and nice and funny and smart. Why else do you think gadzillions of people read this everyday and from what I read, like you to bits too.
In the situation you are in is what makes you think your knowledge is useless. I'm sure you can do plenty of practical stuff too. Well you can kickbox and I cant.
I cant wait to see things get better. When you are positive, I wish I knew you in real life too, wait, even when you are not, I wish I knew you. Cheers and many hugs.
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 18, 2004 12:08 PM (LJ8ku)
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I had no idea Luuka was so promiscuous! Looks like she had a great time, though. (I mean, who wouldn't have? Massage, tanning, sex?!)
Hang in there, Helen, it will get better, eventually.
Posted by: Heather at February 18, 2004 01:21 PM (us7jf)
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I know all about disassociation- and it is a bad reflex, and once there and the feelings get shut off it is REALLY hard to turn it back on. I also know what it is like to go from a job to none- when you define your life by your job. Instead I am in graduate school and hoping to get my act together
I managed to work disassociation out of my life- not easy but worth it, now if I could get past some of my other issues...
As the Great Gilda says- it's always something.
Oh and if you want useless information- ask me aboug game theory or european welfare politics
Posted by: stinkerbell at February 18, 2004 01:24 PM (szY/g)
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Big round face? Big front teeth? Fat?
Okay, now I've got to go ahead and disagree with you for the first time since...well...have we disagreed on anything before? Excepting the intrinsic superiority of beef over brussel sprouts, I mean.
Go and look at that pic you've got up in the sidebar. Your face is ovaline (not to be confused with Ovaltine, which is trademarked) and just about perfectly shaped to showcase that fantastic smile and your gorgeous almond shaped eyes (see, you did get some of the Japanese genes there - where it counts).
I guess I'll have to reserve comments about weight until I get those nudies you've been forgetting to send me. ;-)
Posted by: Jim at February 18, 2004 01:32 PM (saeHM)
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Plumpernickel-surprisingly, I am a cynic when things are going well, too. You know, the glass is half empty type (usually because I just drank half of it).
Heather-Luuka is a real ho, isn't she? Getting drunk, making out, massages!
Stinkerbell-glad I am not alone on this one.
Jim-you're right, I DO owe you those nudie pics. Oh, and Brussel Sprouts rock.
Posted by: Helen at February 18, 2004 02:00 PM (NrbeS)
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Brussel sprouts! Ick! Whoever looked at them the first time and thought, "Food"? Your talking total system shutdown for five days; nails and beard do not grow an angstrom; no metabolism period. Friends will order 'em and inevitably out will come a smelly bowl of these evil wads of grass along with a big tirade about eating healthy. News flash! Them thar' are poison. Please set them at the other end of the table and don't breathe in my direction while you're eating healthy.
Posted by: Roger at February 18, 2004 02:48 PM (HzdL4)
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you deserve more people in your life who love you like your grandpa. many more. although i'm pretty sure you've got a whole sh*t-load of em here!
i hear ya on the therapy thing. one therapist i had noticed that whenever she'd bring up something really difficult i'd just "leave." i guess seeing it is the first step. and loving all of yourself is the next. xoxox
Posted by: kat at February 18, 2004 03:24 PM (qEQy+)
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Is it because you feel he is the only one you love unconditionally that you perceived it back the other way? Are you trying to say all those others you talk about - sister, mother, father, etc. don't love you who you are? Me thinks you are being a bit blind. I thought that's what families do - even Jack the Rippers.
If not, wouldn't we all choose our families - people who are perfect in every way? The box you are in is closing in - step out of it and look around you - I mean really look for a change. Looks lik disassociation has sstruck again!
Posted by: Jill at February 18, 2004 03:36 PM (FpuBY)
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Man, that Luuka leads a better life than I do!
Sheesh Helen, No one was ever completely satisfied with themselves or their lives. All we can do is take things as they're thrown at us and then we go to sleep and get up and do it again. Everyone in the world should be lucky to know you. They'd be much better people for it.
Keep on keepin on!
Posted by: Rebecca at February 18, 2004 03:48 PM (ZHfdF)
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Helen,
I'm with Jim. Not in the obsessive fantasy never-gonna-happen sense, but in the look-at-the-sidebar-picture-you're-gorgeous sense. And you've posted pictures before, all of which say the same thing to every guy (and some girls) on the site, you're very pretty, and no one here would kick you out of bed for eating crackers.
As for the rest, Simon is right, we all love you for who you are, too. And we don't even get the "I'm going to put on a good face and appear happy" you, we get the "I'm in a crappy mood, and feel like kicking someone in the teeth" you. Unfortunately, the person you kick in the teeth is often yourself. None of the regulars like that too much.
Buck up, little camper.
Posted by: Jiminy at February 18, 2004 05:21 PM (NPG5z)
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Useless knowledge is crazy fun in Triva. For instance.. I know how to boil a human body... do you? You can see where that topic could spark many of good times no?
Fat.... OK, seriously... if you are fat then about 85% of the rest of us need to visit our local Weight Watchers support groups. You are beautiful....teeth, face, body and all.
The Luuka pics are simply smashing.
Make it a great day Helen!!!
Posted by: KJB at February 18, 2004 05:42 PM (pya+6)
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H,
I've always thought of you a rabbit (although bunny sounds way hotter - which is you). Hell, rabbits have probably made you an honorary member of their clan.
While most people are daydreaming about having sex like rabbits somewhere there's a group/pod/gaggle of rabbits daydreaming about getting as much as that Helen chick, er bunny.
Nice pelt.
Posted by: Paul at February 18, 2004 05:44 PM (bWfDG)
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Kat-someday I will be wealthy and I will buy masses of your art.
Jill-I'm not discounting my family at all, only focusing on knowing that my Grandfather never once criticized me. Maybe he did have some reservations about me to others, but he spared me from them.
Rebecca-Yup, been doing exactly that for 29 years. It's like my knees are made out of slinkies now.
Jiminy-I promise, I am trying. I even re-worked half the bedroom floor this morning.
KJB-I sure do know how to boil a body-I read "Stiff", which remains one of my favorite books of all time! Let's talk gruesome!
Paul-Imagine me making rabbit purring sounds. That'll suffice.
Posted by: Helen at February 18, 2004 06:00 PM (uz60W)
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For your sake, or your families, I hope they don't read this blog. Have you noticed that those people who you think were the best to you in your life - IE Kim and your grandfather - are now gone? Disassociative. Those who are here to still care for you and love you are the ones you are setting up to fail you.
Posted by: Shannon at February 18, 2004 07:33 PM (aX0Fj)
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Why do people think I am having a go at my family in this post? I'm not. I made one comment about my Grandfather. That's it. That he loved me unconditionally. And family members-which, actually, I suspect at least one comment in here comes from a family member-shouldn't take offense at.
Now I am paranoid that I shouldn't make such statements.
I was talking about my grandfather. I never said anything about anyone else.
Kim is DEAD. My grandfather is DEAD. Don't worry-I've never disassociated them being otherwise. They're gone and I will never have them back.
My family disappointing me is the least of my worries. The biggest danger to letting me down is myself.
Posted by: Helen at February 18, 2004 07:50 PM (grROn)
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Hm, looks like my tuppence isnt needed today, i think everyone has it all covered already
abs x
Posted by: abs at February 18, 2004 08:10 PM (lnpfn)
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You're beautiful. But don't take my word for it. Go
here and see for yourself.
Posted by: Easy at February 18, 2004 09:30 PM (x7PQU)
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But abs x, you sure can throw in a word I have to look up; still haven't located a solid definition or usage for 'tuppence'
H, I'm so glad you write with honesty and your last comment is clear too. Of course unfolding events and when you want to write about 'em is up to you. Everyone should recognise what it must take to bravely write what H has already written. I know I don't have that kind of bravery. When reading ES, I feel it is a time for a little introspection. Let's face it; we can be somewhat conditional in our love for immediate family. And very hard on them at times but I believe Helen's puffer fish effect is also triggerable by external criticism toward anyone in her family:-)
Posted by: Roger at February 18, 2004 09:42 PM (8S2fE)
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I'm no English scholar, but I've seen "Mary Poppins" a few hundred times; and they sing a song about tuppence, which I believe is just a contraction of "two pence". Or as we say in America, two cents.
No cents from Solomon today either.
Posted by: Solomon at February 18, 2004 10:19 PM (t5Pi1)
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Have you noticed that those people who you think were the best to you in your life - IE Kim and your grandfather - are now gone? Disassociative.
You know, I totally love and admire that Helen has the figurative cohones to write about her innermost feelings, but I've noticed something: If someone states he/she's in therapy, it's like a little invitation goes out over the internet. Calling all amateur therapists! Come shrink this person up! Let's have a pile-on (because that's really what the woman needs at this point, isn't it)!
For heaven's sake, there's nothing more natural than missing those who are gone. It happens especially when people aren't feeling good about themselves or their lives; and so what?
If people tend to idealize past relationships, remember the dead over-fondly, or look at the past through rose-colored glasses, well, big deal. For one thing, sometimes comforting memories give one strength and the space to heal. For another, it protects one from the pain of all the times the past relationship was not, in fact, ideal.
It's not necessarily dissociative. I suppose it could be, but somehow I think that's an issue for Helen and her therapist to work out.
Posted by: ilyka at February 19, 2004 01:20 AM (tuMsl)
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*hugs* I'm glad you're taking the time to write this down.
Posted by: Courtney at February 19, 2004 04:23 AM (7HzK2)
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I always find it a bit ironic that attractive, intelligent women like Helen and like my wife (who would probably kill me if she knew I was saying something nice about a stranger on the Net) always consider themselves to be fat & ugly when they aren't. I guess it's the female equivalent of the way us guys worry about penis size when we should all realize that's actually the size of our wallets that women are interested in ;-)
But seriously Helen, I think that talking to "therapists" about one's problems just leads one to dwell on the problems and become even more depressed. Zoloft and other high quality medicines can actually make you feel better so that you can survive the vagaries of the World's economy and the bureaucracies of various nation's visa offices. Talking about being stressed out from having to put up with loads of BS is about as useful as talking about being stressed out physically from an infection. Just take your pills until you're feeling better. Once you're well enough you can go to Mr Y (of whom I'm pretty seriously jealous) and get some additional therapy.
Now pardon me whilst I duck and hide before all of the budding psychologists begin flaming me.
Posted by: Steve at February 19, 2004 05:42 AM (KvWin)
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And please pardon the typos in my message - I was writing pretty fast.
Posted by: steve at February 19, 2004 05:43 AM (KvWin)
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Steve- Before I began with the therapist I have now, I had a state-funded one until the waiting list was clear to see mine. They put me on happy pills, which I found (after waiting quite a while for them to take effect) that they didn't work. Plus they made me gain weight-not a good thing for someone like me.
I discussed with my current therapist and I told him basically this: I don't want to do these drugs. I want to handle this without medication.
He agreed, and now the only meds I have are sleeping tabs to use when the insomnia breaks set in. I just think I'll feel better about myself if I handle it on my terms and with my mind.
Roger and Ilyka-thank you. Thank you so much.
De-puffing now. Wonder how many I've scared away.
Posted by: Helen at February 19, 2004 09:42 AM (QVLL2)
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How many you've scared away? *lol*
I asked my Magic 8Ball (My best ever present - thanks
) 'After H's blog and comments yesterday - will her readership increase?'
Answer: 'Without a doubt'
/BF
Posted by: Best Friend at February 19, 2004 10:27 AM (tdh2z)
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Sorry, I'm still trying to deal with "a handsome CIA agent, running from some bad guys in a gorgeous half-torn chiffon dress and cute but reliable strappy shoes." Damn right he better run.
Paul
Posted by: Light & Dark at February 19, 2004 12:54 PM (Hrm9v)
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Wow, you really do understand what i've been going through. I'm sorry you had to go through what i've been going through.
Posted by: Cornelia at February 19, 2004 04:28 PM (EkWSM)
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February 16, 2004
Paper and Sealing Wax
Friday at 4:00 pm my recruiter called, spurred on by Mr. Y. The UK government had made a decision, he said. Call them immediately.
Ten minutes of busy tone and one heart attack later, and I get through. My heart is in my mouth, my voice sounds shaky, and tears are in my eyes.
We've decided we need more information, the man tells me. Clarifications on your case. Once you get those back to us, you will go back to the 5 week pile, only now it's an 8 week pile, unless you point out to us that you have a real job offer.
Fuck.
My visa manager (for I am investing a whopping 900 pounds to get help securing my visa) called me after that-it turns out the government wants faxed documentation from the company that I worked for before Company X-a letter saying that I was employed there and what I earned.
Problem is, the company went bust 3 years ago. I googled the fuck out of it, but only got the story from my friend, and former colleague (whose name I presented as a contact to prove I worked there): They were merged with two companies before the entire former staff of the company I worked for was laid off, then they were merged twice more. So if I can't get a faxed letter, I can provide them with court documents and trade journal articles proving that they did exist.
I called my stepfather for his advice, and he mentioned one thing to me that had slid right past me, since I had been out of the U.S. way of working for so long. Did I have a W-2 from them? Send that.
And I do have copies of every tax form I have ever filed. I did have it. So X Partner Unit and I raced to Company X (bad, bad company X) where he faxed it for me.
Hopefully I will hear something this week. The stress is killing me. I have been popping ulcer tablets and taking a spin at the oven rack frequently. I have been drinking pots and pots of coffee in desperate attempts to not eat. Despite my desire to stay away from alcohol, I only managed one night this weekend to do so.
And my heart is feeling bruised in other ways, too.
I did have a Valentine's present for X Partner Unit, which I bought way back when I was solvent. I gave it to him on Saturday-just a fuzzy fleece robe-and he looked at me.
"I didn't get you anything." he said. "I hadn't even thought about it."
"No, it's cool." I replied. And it was. "I just thought you needed a new one, and bought this for you ages ago."
At least (so far) we are still friends in this long and drawn-out breakup. I guess it's only a matter of time before the gloves come off. Gloves always do, after all.
Mr. Y heard from his brother Adam (the one who first told Mr. Y about what Y's family had been told by Her about me) on Thursday. Adam had spoken to Mr. Y's soon-to-be-ex-wife. According to Adam, said female told him on the phone something that was incredibly unsavorable to me, along with the usual I assume-that I am crazy, evil, building on Mr. Y's naivete, etc. etc.
But Mr. Y won't mention these negative phone calls to Her, and nor will he generally confront Her when She comes after me (historically, there have been a few occasions where he told me he didn't defend me as he didn't want to get into an argument with Her). He doesn't want to bring up issues if he doesn't hear about it first hand. He doesn't think it is constructive to pick up the phone and ask people to cease and desist if he didn't hear this to his face. On the one hand, I can understand this-it's a bit childish of me to ask him to be my rabid attack dog if no one is coming to him directly and telling him these things. On the other, I am struggling with feeling exposed, and worried that a few times in the past he hasn't defended me.
In my real life, no one is allowed to bad mouth Kim or Mr. Y. Ever. If anyone so much as starts to get that way, I become one of those spiky puffer fish-poof!-and you can't get near my lovers to save your life, better to just swim away and search for other sushi. And even here, I would ask that criticism be constructive. But in my real life, tearing these men down is like tearing me down-these two men are the ones that I will never let go of and never get over. If you hate them, then you hate me.
I feel like I am defending my life, and I feel like I am doing it alone. Don't you understand? I want to ask Mr. Y. If you don't defend me, then how do I defend myself? Don't you know that I am out of resources for this kind of thing, that my piss and vinegar levels are pretty low these days? Do you know how much I love you? If I'm the love of your life, shouldn't you be the one who watches my back? Do you know how much I need you to stand up and fight with me and for me?
Combine this with about the roughest therapy visit I have had so far today (he made me cry for the first time yet...and I still haven't really stopped, 4 hours on) and I am painfully aware, more than ever, of just how much anger and issues are brewing underneath the Helen-like surface. I'm a nut, man.
My self-esteem is dwindling to a mere teaspoon's worth, and I fight every day the same way-by rote, by struggling with the freezing and barren temperatures, by completing a list of things that X Partner Unit sets out for me each day (once upon a time I would have been affronted by this, but now it just gives me something to do), by hoping that there is something more in the world to live for.
-H.
PS-Margi, ever the trendsetter, bought this shirt. I saw it, knew I had to have it, and bought one too. I should have it in a few weeks' time!
PPS-Joey got a job! Now send some happy thoughts to Abs, Light and Dark, and Amber, among others.
PPPS-it occurs to me that I should mention my blog-ettiquette. If you comment here and have a blog, then each post you comment on I go and check your blog (although some blogs, like Vikkicar and Pylorns, are almost impossible to load on my dial-up connection). A number of others I try to pop in on from time to time. And if you leave a comment with no blog, then in general I don't email you-I think it's a bit intrusive (although I don't mind if people email me back if I leave comments.) I assume that if you wanted to hear from me via mail, then you'd mail me (and I owe a few mails there, too
So if I seem a bit unresponsive-believe me, I am listening, reading, and taking it all in.
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I hope that everything comes together soon, i have all my fingers and toes crossed for you
If you were looking to link to me, you got the name right but not the link!
Abs x
Posted by: abs at February 16, 2004 03:24 PM (lnpfn)
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Helen,
"She" is looking for something to start shit with. In my opinion he is doing the right thing by not bringing you into their relationship. She is fishing for information about you, and he isn't biting. Good for him. You and he belong together. If he starts talking about you with her then she contaminates that.
I know it is hard for you to feel he isn't defending you. It really does not matter what she thinks. What he thinks is what is important. Don't let her poison your relationship with him. That is exactly what she wants.
Don't let her ruin what you have with him. She isn't worth it, but you definately are.
Posted by: Karen at February 16, 2004 03:51 PM (tWdSj)
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I realise that She is starting shit because she's bitter and hurt. But in my mind, it's a Red Flag (with capitals) that Y isn't defending you. Are you not also his friend? Would he not tell you to knock it off if you were going off about her in an unreasonable manner? I have a problem with the lack of defense too.
And on the therapy tip--I had a dream last night that made me so angry that when I woke up, I couldn't go back to sleep--I just laid there, stewing about how to get the (fictional) bitch back. The oven rack has been looking better and better these days.
Posted by: Sarah at February 16, 2004 03:56 PM (g/E8B)
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*hugs*
I know you're angry and upset about this job thing, but don't be angry at Mr. Y for not picking fights - letting this woman rant and rave lets everyone see her for the nut she is - and surely she's got a habit of doing this with others. Taking it to her level by going after her just gives her what she wants, which is a fight - don't give her the satisfaction, hon. "Kill her with kindness" - it'll make her eat her heart out.
I do have info & book, just haven't had time to do anything this weekend - hopefully today will be good to let me do that.
And your self-esteem may be at an all time low, but we love you, hon.
Posted by: Courtney at February 16, 2004 03:56 PM (7HzK2)
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At the risk of sounding naive in such complex situation... "The darkest hour is just before the dawn."
Posted by: Lucidly Awake at February 16, 2004 04:00 PM (F5ayd)
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Helen, please be kind to yourself. You deserve it. I know it's hard, I fight the battle myself, but please try.
Posted by: wench at February 16, 2004 04:21 PM (j4ByO)
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Could the gov't be any slower? I know it has a tough job, but it could increase its throughput by 500% if they would just disclose everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) you need when filing for something: proof of last 5 years of employment, a birth certificate, a driver's liscence, 3rd grade report card, shoe size...
Just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you!! But don't tell me one thing at a time and keep moving me to the back of the line.
Posted by: Solomon at February 16, 2004 04:25 PM (t5Pi1)
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Abs-sorry! Fixed
Karen and Courtney I have tried being nice-even though it gets thrown back at me. But now I am beginning to see red. To be really angry at all this. I completely see your points, but a part of me still feels like what Sarah said-red flags on the non-defence positions.
Sarah-yup, I've been doing that, too. Spinning around in the bed, feeling mental over stupid stuff. Sleeping tab, anyone?
Lucidly Awake-thanks.
My dear Solomon-you may yet get called upon to do some research
Wench-sometimes I think we walk similar walks, darlin'. Maybe we should agree-I'll try to be nice to me if you try to be nice to you.
Posted by: Helen at February 16, 2004 05:02 PM (DbywB)
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I dont know what to say as I dont know if I could be with someone who wouldnt stand up for me to others. And while I agree to a degree with what Karen said- doesnt mean it wouldnt bother me.
I also know what it is like to have anger under the skin- and I can say from experience that you HAVE to let it out. Hurt as it may, I am still trying but my inability to do so on some issues has led to some destructive bits in my life- that are not needed.
I can say that I am amazed you would be able to get a visa (being American and all) and I wish nothing but the best for you in that (cause I know all about turning down 40K pound jobs since the Visa issues get all caught up- instead I am going 40K USD in debt for my MA
Take care of yourself and be kind to yourself- you only got one you
Posted by: stinkerbell at February 16, 2004 05:09 PM (szY/g)
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H,
For God's sake I'm begging you - lay off the oven dearie! You're killing me!
As much as Y is the nemesis of every male reader you have it's hard to fault a guy in his position. I've been there and it sucks, you try to take the high road when you're ex is fighting a guerilla war. Let YEPU sling mud all she wants, over time she'll be the only one left wearing it. Anybody worth your time will reserve judgement on you until they've had the good fortune to spend time with you firsthand. If they're easily swayed by 2nd and 3rd hand gossip then there aren't worth fretting over.
Don't let up on those visa fuckwits - make them see what we see!
You are never alone. We Stand Alone Together.
Posted by: Paul at February 16, 2004 05:13 PM (bWfDG)
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Please, no oven racks. Please, please, please. Get a big stuffed pig and tape a picture of Hillary Clinton's face to it (or Y's psycho-ex) and then beat the hell out of it. It's much more therapeutic and much less damaging to you. And your loving readers won't get that spooky clenchy feeling in our bellies combined with that frustration at not being able to wave our magic wands to make all better for your.
Plus, you get to beat on Hillary Clinton (or Y's psycho-ex, as the case may be) and what's cooler than that?
For the Visa - can you use your offer letter to show them you have a genuine job in the waiting?
Posted by: Jim at February 16, 2004 06:36 PM (IOwam)
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I've been reading your blog for several months now. Just keeping quiet, wondering at your travails. But this time I had to say something.
All I can say is that I've had to defend my wife lately against our daughter-in-law and her brother (had to throw him out of the house).
Maybe as a guy I can't understand the feelings you have, but as a husband who loves his wife I can't imagine not defending her with all my energy no matter who it is that bad-mouths her.
Posted by: bigdocmcd at February 16, 2004 06:39 PM (AkmDD)
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Dear Helen, This poor chick is so threatened by you...find temporary solace in this. Keep the mantra, " She's beneath me, she's beneath me, she's beneath me..." Poor Y is in his own hell right now. And, for what it is worth, I have a 'feeling' that everything will come together for you soon...but you have to hold on for a little while longer. I just know.
In Peace, Marie
ps-I like you etiquette rule...very sensical.
Posted by: Marie at February 16, 2004 06:53 PM (PQxWr)
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That is a nice shirt indeed. I use dial-up too. Oh well...Have a fine week. Praying for your VISA thingy. I live in the Philippines and getting a US VISA is not easy. I've been practicing to "orb" [hehehe], maybe it'll work someday. Have a fine week. Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 16, 2004 07:03 PM (gsmB4)
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Guys-I am taking a lot of flack from Mr. Y now over this post-he is upset that people are coming out against his wife and calling her psycho. So let's not do that, since it makes my life hell, since I don't need him coming after me, too.
Posted by: Helen at February 16, 2004 07:08 PM (ogERC)
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I remember when I was a kid I thought it was ceiling wax.
That's silly.
Posted by: Guinness at February 16, 2004 08:24 PM (5jKa8)
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Helen, Mr. Y is beeing smart about it. I´m sure his ex isn´t such a bad person, he did pick her in the beggining, right? Like he picked you now. There´s no guarantee about relations, and tough his is ending, I´m sure they´re both hurting, and lashing out. Aren´t you expecting that with ex-PU? My point is don´t feel threatened about it, time will bring perspective about this. He is beeing smart about it. Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 16, 2004 08:24 PM (wW77H)
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Letter to Mr. Y:
My apologies for calling your wife psycho. That was rude and inappropriate of me. My usage of the word is non-standard and y'all lack the context to understand what I was really going for. The fact is I don't know your wife so shouldn't be saying much about her in any case.
In fact, the only think I really know about her is she apparently likes to fling dirt around everywhere except where she could be confronted about it. If you're upset about people calling her psycho then you likely have some protective instincts left for her. If that's the case then you really need to stop her black-tonguing of H sooner than later.
This activity of hers is not only hurtful to Helen, it's also destructive to the lady herself. People get trying during trying times and they tend to act out aggressively. If they're of a normal mindset they also tend to whip back like a rubberband and spend time and heartache regretting the things they did when they drop the agressive stance. If you're letting her act out like this without doing anything to stop her then you're really letting down both of the women in your life.
Posted by: Jim at February 16, 2004 08:54 PM (IOwam)
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I couldn't begin to tell you all the things I'd like to in a comment box... so let me say instead that you are a pretty damn special person. Certainly unique, and certainly interesting, but mostly loved, and appreciated.
Keep your eyes up, and the oven closed. Smile at one stranger today and make them blush. It'll make you feel better.
Posted by: Almost Lucid (Brad) at February 16, 2004 10:18 PM (AqZQ1)
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Helen, one question: Why does he defend her and not you?
Posted by: Sarah at February 16, 2004 11:51 PM (TT4Bm)
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Coffee, hmmm, good but alas it doesn't cover the 4 food groups. I usually switch to Mountain Dew and then back again
What is your favorite dish or the first one that comes to mind when you think hungry? Where is a place that makes said food right? (I was in Dallas once this year and went to the restaurant "Houstons" and plan to go back for seconds some year).
Jim and everybody are writing from the heart.
While this post exposes how raw you(H) are feeling on so many fronts, I couldn't help but enjoy phrasings such as
my piss and vinegar levels are pretty low these days or
I become one of those spiky puffer fish-poof!-and you can't get near my lovers to save your life, better to just swim away and search for other sushi.
Posted by: Roger at February 17, 2004 02:24 AM (KjAok)
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Your sentiments struck me...
I understand completely the need to be defended. ...And Puffer Fish Syndrome (you've captured it beautifully). I'm sure somewhere that's a recognized medical term.
A partner once told me they didn't say anything to what I perceived to be a horrible shot at me because they felt that the other person was directing their negativity towards him, not really at me directly. I'm still not sure I understand how it didn't trigger his prickly sea life reaction, but he turned out to be as valiant a knight as I could ask for, so who knows.
If someone said nasty things to you directly, would he come to your rescue? Misunderstandings are one thing, but that'd be difficult to justify in my book.
Posted by: Curiosity at February 17, 2004 02:40 AM (qpCnj)
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Helen,
Keep your head up--I have dealt with the sort of situation you describe, and the best way I know to handle it is to keep your friends close, and hope it all blows over. Just vent to who you can, and hold on tight. You'll make it, I eventually did.
Ben
And, for the Record, he should be defending you...
Posted by: Ben at February 17, 2004 08:21 AM (U/JTQ)
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Completely off topic - but Luuka had a great holidays. Photos and stories to come in the next few days...
Posted by: Simon at February 17, 2004 08:55 AM (FUPxT)
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I am of two minds about this, and I know you've not asked for, really, anyone's opinion, but for what it's worth, on one hand I can see Mr. Y not getting into a pissing match with his soon to be X, by not saying anything, he is actually saying that no matter how fucked up she may think and say you are, he would still rather be with you than her. Which puts her in the category of she is worse in every way than you. In which case, hmm. You win, she loses, you've got him, she's got nada.
On the other hand, if as you say and I quote, "no one is allowed to bad mouth Kim or Mr. Y. Ever. If anyone so much as starts to get that way, I become one of those spiky puffer fish-poof!-and you can't get near my lovers to save your life, better to just swim away and search for other sushi. And even here, I would ask that criticism be constructive. But in my real life, tearing these men down is like tearing me down-these two men are the ones that I will never let go of and never get over. If you hate them, then you hate me", then shouldn't you expect at least the same courtesy from him? Do you deserve that? Oh, you bet. I'm not saying he should even confront her, but the rest of the people that she's talked to? Has he given them any kind of rebuttal? At the least, I'd think he should.
Again, he may just be playing it off as it doesn't matter how anyone thinks of her, she's just fine for me the way she is.....
My only real advice, stay away from the damn oven. Sooner or later, when you are together, his family friends etc will notice the scars, and then they really will wonder if she (the X) had a point. Not to mention that that has to be lowering your self esteem even more, because I know you know just how self destructive that is. And you have got to have some feelings of guilt or shame for doing it. The more you do it, the more you bring yourself down. Even if you don't recognize it as such.
It will get better. This is just a temporary problem. You can overcome this. It is ok to be pissed off because things are shitty. And screaming, throwing things, and generally kicking the shit out of things may do you some good. Get pissed off. It is better than being sad. Remember it is not the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the dog.
Posted by: Donna at February 17, 2004 09:04 AM (hTBOZ)
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I hope this visa business goes your way! It's certainly been a lot for you to go through. Good luck in what seems to be the never-ending visa saga!
Posted by: Talia at February 17, 2004 10:51 AM (P8rer)
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This just rolled around on iPod shuffle and i thought of you:
'... never mind the darkness,
we still can find the way,
and nothing lasts forever -
even cold November Rain ...'
/BF
Posted by: Best Friend at February 17, 2004 11:33 AM (tdh2z)
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H.
Hang in there, you are due for things to turn and it will. I have learned that the light at the end of the tunnel is not an on-coming train but a friend holding a beacon light.
Posted by: Grey at February 18, 2004 04:18 AM (AiWU/)
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This is probably going to come across as cold, but quit being a cry-baby-sissy-butt (my wife's great term).
If this is so important to you, call Mr. Y's soon-to-be-Ex and tell her to shut her pie-hole. Very few men find it attractive to be with a woman of such low self-confidence that they are continually getting into childish pissing matches over "her honor".
Grow a spine, girl. Or some thicker skin.
Good luck.
Posted by: The Other Mike S. at February 18, 2004 07:57 PM (/aToP)
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To The Other Mike S.
Your second paragraph contradicts itself. You say start a pissing match; then you don't like to be around a woman...? Huh? And you missed what is important.
Hmmm. Doesn't Colin Firth have two sons? In England? Well the second may be to young...
Posted by: Roger at February 18, 2004 10:17 PM (8S2fE)
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Roger: The "they" in the second paragraph refers to men having to stick up for the woman's "honor", not the woman sticking up for herself.
Posted by: The Other Mike S. at February 19, 2004 12:50 AM (/aToP)
Posted by: Roger at February 19, 2004 01:05 AM (8S2fE)
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The Other Mike S-I can't possibly think of a worse idea than calling his ex and confronting her. That will just piss off nearly everyone.
Thanks for the advice, but not a chance in hell.
Posted by: Helen at February 19, 2004 02:17 PM (q4AbD)
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February 14, 2004
Just a Quickie
...Since I am capable of those, too, to say Happy Valentine's Day to all the lovers out there.
I know, I know-Valentine's Day is a product of American marketing machines and Hallmark Greeting Cards, but I must say it is nice to know that there is a fallback day for those that are maybe not always so good at registering and showing romance and love.
Plus, I am a sappy romantic at heart and love days like this.
My day will be spent working on the floor in the study, grocery shopping, and maybe a film tonight. My beloved Mr. Y gave me a beautiful Cross fountainhead pen (I gave her my heart, and she gave me a pen.)-a great gift for someone like me, that still believes in the value of handwriting and snail-mailing love letters to people I love. I enjoy the fastidiousness that writing a letter entails-thinking about it in your head, writing it out, licking a stamp and then posting it. Then I love to imagine someone's face when they get a letter-does it light up like mine does? I just think that being able to hold something tangible in your hands, evidence of the fact that someone took the time to write you and to love you, can heal even the saddest of hearts just a little.
Now go smooch on those you love-and give them an extra smooch on my behalf, since I don't get to smooch anyone today.
-H.
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Hi there H,
Just thought I would say hello and let you know I popped by.
Me and wife-to-be are not doing anything special today. We decided that we didn't need 1 day in the year to let each other know that we love each other - thats what the other 365 of days of this year are for!
Posted by: Del at February 14, 2004 01:06 PM (6puoY)
Posted by: Eric at February 14, 2004 03:20 PM (Py0cM)
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what a nice gift from mr. y! now, put it to good use!
*smooch* happy valentine's day darlin.
Posted by: kat at February 14, 2004 03:26 PM (FhSIP)
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Hey Helen...
Happy Valentine's Day
Posted by: Lucidly Awake at February 14, 2004 03:58 PM (6nftp)
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Happy Valentine's Day to you, too-Kat, Eric, Brad and Del.
So, Del, I expect many swooning stories of how you wine and dine your lovely lady during the other 364 days a year!
Posted by: Helen at February 14, 2004 04:48 PM (+e0f1)
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If I smooch Lovely Wife on your behalf, that's sorta like hot lesbian action by proxy. I am
SO there!
Happy Valentine's Day, Helen!
Posted by: Jim at February 14, 2004 05:16 PM (saeHM)
Posted by: zenwanderer at February 14, 2004 05:59 PM (HSk4A)
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Say Anything Rocks still! Happy Vday to you too. Takecare and Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 14, 2004 06:10 PM (2xXSi)
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Happy Valentine's Day, luv.
I myself will spend the evening curled up in front of a roaring fire with my calculus textbook.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Posted by: Joey at February 14, 2004 08:36 PM (Sk2Wf)
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Helen, I took your advise and just grabed V´s ass. She says thank you, I say thank you, and wich you all the best. Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 14, 2004 08:47 PM (gqK8K)
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Happy Valentine's Helen
I hope your floor truely appreciates the company it has today, I know my laundry could care less. I feel so taken for granted! hehe
Be good *smooches*
Dane
Posted by: Dane at February 14, 2004 09:30 PM (ncyv4)
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Happy Valentine's Day to both you and Luuka. Any spottings of our furry friend yet? Just curious.
Posted by: Marie at February 14, 2004 11:34 PM (3Y1np)
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Dankashane... ::chortle::
Called a friend today (he's married) asked if he wanted to get together... Answer err its valintines day.. takeing my wife out somewhere (deleted).
Oh duh... thats right.. fun day.. when I get to remeber that you can't puji jump in a car. being the 'anti-stud' that I am.. I had one (1) girlfriend in college
ahh well that was then this is now. the moment is never the same twice
Posted by: LarryConley at February 15, 2004 12:02 AM (A4qhf)
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Happy Valentines Day!
And keep on writing. I send home cards to all my close friends- they deserve it
Posted by: stinkerbell at February 15, 2004 05:16 PM (szY/g)
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Happy belated Valentine's Day, dear Helen!
Posted by: Gudy at February 15, 2004 06:56 PM (RCPqm)
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Happy (post)Valentine's Day, Helen! Hope that it was a little shining moment for you in the middle of the storm.
Posted by: Mike the Marine at February 16, 2004 05:04 AM (r8Ldc)
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Helen
Happy belated Valentine's day! I spent the weekend ummm sewing the curtains and mopping the floors, if you know what I mean. Hope you had a stress free weekend.
Posted by: Sue at February 16, 2004 05:59 AM (rZmE1)
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Happy day after, girl. We survived to love another year!
Posted by: Sedalina at February 16, 2004 07:22 AM (eKujN)
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February 13, 2004
Spooky
Thanks to all of those that posted nice comments-I read them all several times and am happy to report that I have indeed dragged my ass out of bed...for now...and will attempt to lay off the slosh tonight. Mr. Y intervened again, and found out that if my recruiter faxed the UK government board about my impending Dream Job it may (emphasis on the may) speed up the application. This has been done, but I have no idea on if it will work or not. And I can't ask Dream Job, since they were clear that they cannot sponsor these visas-in fact, in other divisions they are laying off. The lawyer I also can't do, since if I wanted them to deal with my app, they would've already have had to sponsor it.
Unbelievable-I have survived so much in my life (and have the brownie patches to prove it, thank you), but losing my job is the one hitting me the hardest. Anyway, visa fuck-wittage aside for now (else I will grab another bottle of booze and go back to bed).
In the Spring of 1998 I was living in Dallas and working for a financial services company. I was required to take all of these SEC exams and get certifications so that I could work as a stock broker. The office was full of young 20-somethings all busting their ass all day on the phones to provide support.
I fucking hated it.
That, and I was up to my ass in debt, Kim and I had broken up, I was drinking like a fish, and life basically sucked a clown's ass on every possible level.
So I did what all others who are at the end of their chain do.
I went to a psychic. I know, I know...what's the point? But lemme' tell you, when no matter how many times you turn around you can't see daylight, you really don't have anything to lose. It's like believing in God so that you can hedge your bets, I guess.
I went to an apartment complex to see her. The apartments were dark and imposing, and old in their design, style, and residents. I stepped out of my car thinking that this was a terrible mistake. How could I have trusted someone in this situation? Surely she was a cackling old lady, plotting what to do with the money she scammed off of stupid people like me, who trusted their fate to a stranger. Well, not really trusted their fate. More like needed some good news to get out of a funk. After all, how many people go to a psychic because things are going so great? That's like asking fate to swing an axe and end the good times, having your boyfriend ditch you, your house to burn down, your car to crash, or any other assortment of ailments that you might find in country music.
I mounted the steps to her apartment, and was met by an older, grandmotherly woman and her blind sheepdog. She was charming and sweet, plump with a pert blond bob, and her house smelled of ginger and orange blossoms. A candle, burning in the middle of the table, seemed to be the only acknowledgement on her behalf of her ability, and we sat down into easy conversation.
For while everything she told me about my job, my travels, and my location were true, she was wrong about the man that I would be with forever. The truth is, I met the man she wanted me to be with. And in meeting him, I met the man that I would rather spend my life, my time, and my heart with. Do you suppose this was deliberate romantic sabotage? Divine intervention stepping in to see how much control I really have over my own destiny? Will I ever have these answers?
A soft popping noise happened occasionally, as the dog ran into a piece of furniture and then sniffed indignantly. Little blind dog, keeping it real for me.
She told me that I would be taking a new job within 3 months, and that I would move away within a year to a new location. She said that the men I was dating at the time were of no consequence'¦none of them were the ones that I was to be with, but that 'he'; was coming. I would meet "Him" through another man, but when I met him then I would know.
She told me that I would meet this intermediary man before Christmas 1998. That I would be at a place where people dressed a certain way, a place that required I buy a ticket. The ceiling was full of lights, and it was cold there. She said that he would see me, and wouldn't let me leave without getting my phone number. Then she said it would be a very short time before the He I was looking for would be together forever. And to be on the lookout for "Him", with his amazing blue eyes.
She also said that I would be moving to a country that started with an "Sw". Switzerland was her guess, since she saw it as being so cold. That I would work very hard, and would meet "Him" there. That we would have two children-one wonderfully talented and in the arts, and one quieter and with a heart problem as a youngster that would be no problem when it was an adult.
Pop went the dog again as it concussed itself in the bedroom.
She told me that I would live close to the sea, and that no matter what career path I chose, it was writing that would make a difference. Be a writer, she urged me. That's how you will make a difference.
Finally she told me that she could see a bit of my other lives, my previous lives before this one. She told me that I was a very, very old soul who had, for the most part, had very, very sad and short lives.
Ah. Now there's something to live for.
She told me that I had my first life in ancient Egypt as a slave, but died around the age 14 in an accident. The other life that stood out prominently was when I was a baker's wife in 1700's France. I was fat, my husband was fat, we had two fat children, but apparently we had a lot of laughs, or at least we did up until I dropped dead of a heart-attack in my mid-30's.
And she smiled at me as the dog ran into the table in the dining room and told me that this would be my last life. All the lives I have lived up until now would become part of my collective conscious when I passed away, and since I was a very old soul, I would finally be allowed to rest.
I left there feeling conflicted. This was my last life? Strange that I am so self-destructive and self-abusive. You would think a part of me would know this is my last life, and at least save up interesting stories to tell my poker buddies when I get to wherever I am going.
I drove away from her place, and I could actually never find those apartments again, nor could I find the piece of paper with her phone number. I don't know if this is due to some divine intervention or the fact that I am fucking useless with directions and organization, but there you have it. I don't even remember her name.
How did her predictions pan out?
Two months after seeing her, I left the financial services company and took an abrupt career change to where I am today-telecom. A chance comment from someone brought me into that realm, offering me a job change, a massive pay rise, travel, and I haven't looked back since.
On December 2, 1998, I was away from home on a business trip. I went to a professional hockey game in Raleigh, North Carolina, with lights and the jumbotron hanging from the ceiling. I wore my Dallas Stars jersey, and from several sections away, I noticed a man staring at me. After the game, he leapt over several sections to speak to me. He didn't let me leave without getting my phone number.
I extended my business trip to see him more. Three months later, I moved away from my home, family and friends in Dallas to start a new job...with Company X.
I dumped that guy in April, 1999. I started dating the man who became my Partner Unit (now ex) later that year, but not before my lovely Y (with his lovely blue eyes) was in my life. I moved to Sweden in November 1999.
And the rest? I don't live by the sea, and I don't have children. I don't currently actually have a job, so I have no idea if writing is what I should be doing or just something I really enjoy fucking around with.
I don't live by what she said as doctrine, but that one day in those apartments, I found someone who gave me hope. Hope that was much needed, as is the need for it today.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read a book for a while. You know-it's my last life and all. I'll want to come across as being smart, wherever I go.
-H.
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Spooky, but really quite neat!...and I reckon you can forgive her for getting a few far in the future things mixed up a bit?
Posted by: nisi at February 13, 2004 09:39 AM (qnK/S)
Posted by: Sue at February 13, 2004 09:58 AM (rZmE1)
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Compaired to Texas you are pretty darn closer to a 'sea'
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You have teddy bears.. the psychic never said they would be YOUR children
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I am friends with a number of professional Authors (science fiction and fantasy and romance). Once you start to write.. its not about the money.. its about writing.. I think you qualify.
Bright blessings and all good luck.
Posted by: LarryC onley at February 13, 2004 10:04 AM (A4qhf)
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Oh Helen....
One of your favorites hit a soft spot of mine.. expect a package.. someday.. ::shrug:: (depends on amazon) there is an 'extra' in there.. if you don't like it please donate it to a library rather then toss it. I thought you would like it..
Posted by: LarryConley at February 13, 2004 10:15 AM (A4qhf)
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Ooh, presents!
Thank you Larry, I look forward to my mailbox everyday until (shrug) Amazon deems me worthy!
Posted by: Helen at February 13, 2004 11:03 AM (BkjAJ)
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Totally interesting. Every psychic my friends or I have been to have always been off about the things way into the future.
I'm sending good thoughts your way.
Posted by: Becki at February 13, 2004 02:39 PM (ZHfdF)
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I've been told that I'm an old soul too and I believe it. It's something you can feel. And I think it's something you can see in others. The psychic missed here and there - maybe she was wrong about this being your last life. And perhaps the kids and the sea are part of your next life. The writing, however, is definitely part of this life. Regardless of what happens with Dream Job, pursue your writing H. You have the gift for it...
Posted by: Clancy at February 13, 2004 03:05 PM (EGVPL)
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My last experience with a Palm Reader was very disturbing. I am at the verge of getting married and I go along with a friend of mine to the Palm Reader. The first thing she tells me is that I will be married 3 times, and my first husband will DIE while I am still in child bearing age because I will have two more kids with my second husband. She assured me I will never be divorced and that my first two husbands will DIE on me. Now I ask you, how can you fall in love and plan on spending your life with someone when you know they'll DIE before you?
I choose to not believe her
Posted by: Amynah at February 13, 2004 03:51 PM (tqQaS)
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Good choice Amynah. I believe a very small handful of psychics are genuine and stay as far away from them as I can. The less I know about the future the better.
Two controllable things can rob us of enjoying the here and now: focusing on the future and focusing on the past. Both have their place but should be very limited. The present can be exceedingly enjoyable even if it's no bed of roses.
When I was laid off 3 years ago, I worried a little about the future but enjoyed greatly the time I got to spend with my family.
I'm not saying we shouldn't plan for the future or hope for a better future, but our primary focus should be on making the present the best it can be.
Posted by: Solomon at February 13, 2004 03:55 PM (t5Pi1)
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"That's how you will make a difference."
Um, not to point out the obvious here, but you've already started doing that. I don't think blogging is your first and last stop as a 'making a difference' writer, but there is no doubt that it's part of the ride. You affect people everyday. You make a difference to someone often, they've said it countless times in comments, and in several hundred different ways. You resonate on an intimate and personal level, simply because you open yourself up and let an entire world of faceless people in. So you have the power to make a difference for them.
I know I've come here before and just been nailed to my chair because you've hit it, y'know. You've touched the right nerve, and said something I needed to say but couldn't.
So yeah, it's not something you just like to fuck around with.. Because I don't see how you could acquire such a fat group of fans and e-mates by 'fucking around'.
Oh, and I have a creepy almost-relevant story:
Once I was in a shopping thing near the beach, and this unnaturally-young-looking woman came up to me and spoke in a hoarse voice that didn't really work well with her appearance- said 'hi' and smiled.. Then she grabbed my hand and held it for something like 4 seconds, and abruptly just said, "You're purple. It surrounds and protects you. A protective aura." Then she walked away.
Odd.
Posted by: Meg at February 13, 2004 03:57 PM (1sxTw)
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Reminds me of the movie "What Dreams May Come" with Robin Williams, Cuba Gooding Jr., Annabella she's-so-hot Sciorra, ...
Posted by: Roger at February 13, 2004 04:08 PM (KjAok)
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I've always wanted to go to someone that could tell me about (my) past lives, I'm not so concerned about the future, but the past is fascinating.
Maybe those things she told you just haven't happened yet. Something to look forward to.
Posted by: Kandy at February 13, 2004 04:11 PM (fnOQ7)
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I've only had two readings, both 'fun' things. I wasn't searching for anything, they just happened because I was out with friends.
First time my best friend and I were sitting in a bar and a lady came over and offered to do readings - we both had one, but I never remembered what she said except the fact that I had psychic powers. A month later we were back in that bar and asked about her. They said she had passed from cancer and it had been very sudden. I always wondered if she had predicted her own demise? Is that horrible? :/
The 2nd reading was in a mall. Just walking through, there it was, and my stepdaughter wanted a reading. I don't remember anything about that one, either, except she also stated that I had psychic powers.
They were both general, unremarkable, both what I would consider textbook, because I think everyone has psychic power. Some just don't utilize it as much as they could. Besides, that's pretty much standard stuff, isn't it?
I think it's amazing that you remember what she said! I also think that you're a writer. It's possible to do - or be - more than one thing, you know.
Posted by: pam at February 13, 2004 04:30 PM (ucVom)
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hmm, that's interesting. i've always wanted to see
sonia choquette if i ever went to a psychic.
i did go to a "medical intuitive" person once. boy, was that weird. i think she's an alien. but she did say that i would go to london three times in my life. haven't been there yet!
your writing here does make a difference. keep it up. keep working on your other projects. everything will work out.
Posted by: kat at February 13, 2004 04:37 PM (qEQy+)
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Writing *has* to be your true calling-because you're so damn good at it! Though I just came across this site a few weeks ago, you've quickly become my favorite blogger simply because your writing is so elegant and interesting and GOOD! Keep it up!
Posted by: Dave at February 13, 2004 04:42 PM (a16BY)
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Hmm, spooky. But allow me to be something of a spoilsport sceptic here.
Having had my fair share of premonitions and deja vues as well as a sufficient number of near-accidents to stress out a capable guardian angel, I'm not ready to discount the existence of real psychics out of hand. After all, some of her predictions were rather specific as well as eerily accurate.
But then, some of them are rather vague as well (what's close to the sea?), and some of the specific predictions, like the one about your children, are as yet unfulfilled with little chance of change. So we are really dealing with a mixed bag here which means I'd classify her as a Ms. Trelawney - some talent and a fair share of laying it on.
And there's one other thing: the human mind is a funny thing - especially the subconscious part. I believe that those self-fulfilling prophecies are far more frequent than most people think.
One thing more: she was right about your writing: after all you were to make a difference, not your living, with writing. And the comments here amply testify to that.
Posted by: Gudy at February 13, 2004 05:00 PM (oOr54)
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Despite being steeped in Lutheranism (if that's even a word) since I was very young I've always felt like this was not my first time here. Being born in a hospital a stone's throw from Pearl Harbor always had me wondering if one of lads from December 7th got a 2nd chance at a new "sleeve" as I came rolling off, er out of, the assembly line.
It's refreshing to hear "my first life in ancient Egypt as a slave". That's so much more plausible than all those people who claim they were Napoleon or Joan of Arc!
Uh, little flame... my daughter is quite the artist, my son was born with extended QT which has since passed, and I have blue eyes. I'm just saying.
Have a lovely weekend.
Posted by: Paul at February 13, 2004 05:03 PM (bWfDG)
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Kat's right; you should be working on other stuff. If life hands you a lemon, make lemonade. I know, I know, it's an old cliche ... but it's right! Life has handed you paid time off, write a novel.
You could have it or some short stories done by the time dream job comes around. Then you can tell everyone you've already written your first book
Posted by: Solomon at February 13, 2004 05:07 PM (t5Pi1)
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In the spirit of morale-building...
Emily@idontthink turned her readers onto these guys. Here's a little pick-me-up:
http://www.bishopallen.com/MP3s/CharmSchool/ThingsAreWhatYouMakeOfThem.mp3
Posted by: Paul at February 13, 2004 05:39 PM (bWfDG)
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Me and my bad english... when I started reading, I tough you were talking about a psychiatrist. LOL. Never went to a psychic, and never will. Sorry, but to me its all rubish. Love from here, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 13, 2004 07:01 PM (wW77H)
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You could be the next
Carrie Bradshaw...you write very well. You have a gift. Takecare and Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 13, 2004 07:45 PM (HcVom)
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I went to a hypnotherapyst at one time to rid myself of a phobia of public speaking. It didn't work. I was never really "under" during the hypnosis. In fact, I spent most of the session trying not to laugh out loud becuase the therapist was so nice, albeit full of shit.
Anyway, when she brought me out of my trance (which I never was really under), her eyes were wet like she had been crying. She told me that she hadn't been crying, but that she could see my aura and it was so bright it hurt her eyes. In fact, it was supposedly bright red, meaning I was very angry, which happened to be true. I was a very angry person at that point.
I retained my fear of public speaking until I tried a mixture of prescription drugs. Better living through chemistry, I always say. Not only did I retain the phobia, but now everytime I hear a bell I turn into a chicken (nyuk nyuk).
I do have an interesting (and true) story about my aura though that I might share one day.
Posted by: Tee at February 13, 2004 10:52 PM (YF2Uq)
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By the way, the only thing my post has to do with your story is someone in this thread mentioned the word aura. : )
Posted by: Tee at February 13, 2004 10:54 PM (YF2Uq)
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The psychic thing is funny, isn't it? It's not exactly something you can run telling everyone about without encountering a lot of skepticism, but boy, when they're on their game they're on.
I've been to some bad ones and some ripoff artists, including one woman who claimed to be reading my Tarot, not knowing that I read Tarot myself and therefore could tell that she was basically pulling her "impressions" straight outta her ass and not from the cards themselves. I saw another one who seemed to know a few things, but on the other hand was adamant that my mission in life should be to become a flight attendant! Me, the absolute worst waitress in the world? Oh, no thank you!
The best one I saw wouldn't read for men. She was very clear on that point. If I saw her, I couldn't bring any men with me into her home. Fine, no problem--particularly as it was trouble with men that brought me to her in the first place. She read coffee grounds; she'd serve you a little demitasse cup of Turkish coffee and you know how you can't drink the last bit because it's all sludge? When you got to the last of it, you were to turn the cup over. Then, she'd read the pattern left on the inner surface of the cup.
I don't think she got quite everything right either, but most of it was accurate. Kind of like yours with her "Sw" thing, she'd refer to people and places by initials.
And she scolded! Boy, if she didn't like what she saw about what you were doing . . . "How can you be doing this? A girl like you, it isn't right! You must stop that!"
I don't have her number anymore. I suppose it's just as well. Still, I feel sorry for people who've never been to one, who're convinced it's "all crap" without trying it. Even when they're wrong, it can be kind of educational.
As for "last life," feh. For all any of us know this life is always the "last life." Could be right, could be wrong, but seeing as how one life seems to cause me trouble enough, I wouldn't worry about it if it were me.
Posted by: ilyka at February 14, 2004 12:47 AM (LJqMq)
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I have had a few readings done. There was one in a bar where the girl read my palm. She predicted a long life for me, and 2 kids (both boys). She told me some things that had happened to me in the past, and nailed them. But she was wrong about the kids. They're both girls.
However, there is something to that stuff. My wife is a massage therapist, and one night we were in bed reading, and she started laughing hysterically at the book she was reading. It was about Raki massage, and she was laughing at the notion of massaging an aura. She thought the notion was a pile of crap.
Now she's certified to do Raki, and is always commenting on changes in my aura. Go figure.
Michael Crichton has written an excellent book about this stuff. It's called
Travels, and I recommend it highly.
I also agree with a previous poster. I am new to this whole blog scene, and I hope that at some point my writing is half as good as yours.
Can I also say that I have fallen head over heels in love with you? Except for that Dallas Stars stuff--
Hull's skate was in the crease!!! Other than that, you are fabulous. Not in any kind of weird stalker kind of way, but you're going to be on my allowed list now. I haven't decided who's place you're taking. Probably either Dana Delany or Helen Hunt.
I hope that you find happiness, and that you realize that the St Louis Blues are really the best team ;-)
Posted by: Easy at February 14, 2004 01:58 AM (/jvn7)
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I had a reading in Atlantic City once. It was a signature reading and I was around 13 or 14. She told me that I'd be married with twins by the time I was 21. Boy did she miss that by a mile. 29 at marriage, no twins and the sugical guarantee that there won't be any.
She was right that I'd leave home early, depending on how you interpret that. I left my Mom's household when I was 14 and went to my Dad's. Had a problem or two with my step-dad that could only be resolved to my satisfaction by leaving.
Overall I'd have to say my 'medium' was more of a '5T'. ;-)
Posted by: Jim at February 14, 2004 06:05 AM (saeHM)
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"No fate but what we make."
And I firmly believe in that. That doesn't mean that I don't also believe that there are people out there who can enlighten us as to what we, ourselves, on another level perhaps, have preordained for ourselves. To add to the complexity, I also believe in a Higher Power (name Him/Her/It what you will).
Saying all that to say: You control your destiny, luv. Even if your only goal, on some level or another, is to learn something from this go 'round. There is a reason for everything you experience. A reason (or so I believe) you yourself have decided.
Enough metaphysicality (is that a word?) for one post.
As a post-script: Know that even though I haven't been commenting regularly lately (like your other thousands of devoted readers), that I am keeping an eye on you through your blog, rooting for you, and keeping you in my thoughts and prayers (for whatever good it does).
Posted by: Joey at February 14, 2004 09:07 AM (Sk2Wf)
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Easy-you're banned! How dare you root for the Blues? (Just kidding...I am nothing if not forgiving to those who do not bow down in allegiance to my beloved Stars...I will convert thee, dearest). And cool that I replace Dana or Helen (I loved Dana in "China Beach". Loved that show).
Joey-I've missed you!
Vikki-thanks for the compliment, but I swear Carrie (Candace) is way more sexy and interesting than I am. But thanks!
Posted by: Helen at February 14, 2004 10:35 AM (ixSJK)
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The Perfect Man
Solomon recently asked what my picture of an ideal man is, and I actually had a thread about that some time ago, which is
here. Basically, I posted a list that I had made as a fresh-faced and naive-albeit very, very drunk-chickie that had just broken off one of the most significant relationships in her life.
But you know-in light of my now busted-up relationship with my now X-Partner Unit, the fact that I have begun to be open about my seeing Mr. Y, and just the fact that since I wrote that original list, and even my post on October 30, I have found that my life has been exceptionally dark and down, and perhaps one of the most black periods of my life has allowed me to see what it is that I am looking for in a man. That list then is still valid...only I have learned the deeper things that are needed.
This list is not all-inclusive, and may change, by the way.
So here goes.
- Will listen to me talk about my problems, and remember the difficult ones.
- Will want to tell me all of his, from the small to the large.
- Wants to be hands-on in my life. Knowing where I'm going to be, what I'm going to be doing.
- Understands that, like the Velveteen Rabbit, I have spots of my fur that have been loved off, and will calmly love me in those areas, too.
- When I am 48 and undergoing chemotherapy (for I will be, I am sure), you will stay by my side, and read to me, and hold my hands when the pain gets too bad.
- Knows me so well that he can look at a menu and know what I will be having...and be right.
- Also knows me so well that he knows when I may be trying to lie to him, and will call me on it.
- Feels as passionately about me as I do about him. Because I don't listen to the detractors-passion can and does last in some special circumstances.
- Knows that some battles I will have to fight alone, and others I will need his help without prompting.
- Will defend me if my character comes under attack, no matter what.
- Knows that I like to run over the men in my life, so he keeps the upper hand for most of it.
- No matter what, he will never, ever hit me, push me, emotionally beat me up or physically scare me while he is angry. Arguments need to happen. They do not need to happen in a way that makes people cower.
- He will be my best friend, and the one person in the world that I simply cannot live without.
- He knows and understands that I have some problems, and they are problems that he carefully knows about and pays attention to, all the while tiptoeing around them.
- And, above all, he is the one that we talk about everything with together, the good and the bad, the deep and the shallow.
All these things are what my ideal man is.
In return for my ideal man, he will get this:
- A woman who screams with laughter at the smallest things, although she is crap at telling jokes.
- A woman who loves to sit down quietly and watch WWII documentaries just as much as she likes to watch "Buffy the Vampire Slayer".
- A woman who, although she may be awkward sometimes, all she wants to do is help and ease the burden.
- A woman who isn't done seeing the world...and wants him to see it with her.
- A woman who-when she loves someone-she just can't stop touching him.
- A woman who will never fall out of love with you, if you are the right man.
- A woman who will nurse you through the most desperate illness, and tease you out of the slightest cold.
- A woman who, if she loves you, feels her heart skip a beat just from taking one glance at you in a crowded room. And then she lives on that feeling for hours.
- A woman who will fight for him, defend his honor, and never offer anything less than all she is.
There are lots of other peripheral things that I would like, of course. I want him to love to read, I want him to love to travel, I want a family with him, I want him to be sexually adventurous and I want him to be furrier than a Muppet.
But if I want a partner who will be there for the long haul, then there are bigger issues than if he drops his dirty laundry on the floor. If he likes to eat crackers in the kitchen in the middle of the night. If he occasionally goes out boozing with the boys and comes back shit-faced. Those things have nothing to do with him not being there if one of my family members dies. It has nothing to do with him believing in me if I am ever laid off work again.
My lists have always been interesting, perhaps. But now I can see that the things that I need in someone for the long haul, the things that I will need to make a real partnership work...well, I can see my lists have been missing those.
Maybe my list is a work in progress. Kinda' like me.
-H.
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Woah! You just, like, totally descirbed Kiefer Sutherland.
Posted by: Gareth at February 12, 2004 11:16 AM (NHA9E)
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Yeah...does anyone have his agent's phone number? Anyone? Surely I am the woman of his dreams...
Posted by: Helen at February 12, 2004 11:50 AM (UsQmX)
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I am feeling very lucky, because your description of what your perfect man will get with you is what I have my my soon-to-be wife.
Good luck with Mr Y (for some reason, I too think of Mr Big from Sex and the City) and the visa.
I have a feeling that this current low may turn into a very big high, and it may be sooner than you think!
Posted by: Del at February 12, 2004 01:12 PM (uBMdw)
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Yeah, Del! Congrats!
And thanks for the warm wishes...I hope they come true
Posted by: Helen at February 12, 2004 01:20 PM (AxjeU)
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The best lists are always works in progress. ;-)
I think you made a mistake on one of these though:
"- A woman who will nurse you through the most desperate illness, and tease you out of the slightest cold."
You see, men do not get slight colds. We are either perfectly healthy or on death's door. That middle ground is just a waste of time. Now I will grant you that sometimes, occasionally, once in a while, the deathlike symptoms that a man is suffering from might appear to nearby observers to be, in fact, a slight cold. However, it it important to note that the man's cold is a nefarious and evil entity and it does this heinous thing - this masquerading as a mere trifle of an illness while in fact causing untold suffering - intentionally and with malice aforethought in order to fool the women in the man's life. Other men see through this horrific illusion with no difficulty.
Posted by: Jim at February 12, 2004 01:31 PM (saeHM)
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Can I host Luuka, please?
Mt. Carmel, Illinois
Everytime I visit your blog and see that bear that song gets stuck in my head for hours...
... my name is luka, i live on the second floor.
Thanks for that!
Posted by: Heather at February 12, 2004 02:55 PM (kQAkf)
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I read a book that suggested spouses write a "top 10 things that make me feel loved" list periodically and share it with each other.
I'm equating "what makes me feel loved" with "the perfect man/woman", because the perfect man/woman will make you feel loved...that's why they're perfect.
It's done periodically, because our needs change as we mature. As a young Solomon, sex was numbers 1, 2, AND 3 on the list. Now it's just number 2. You're right; this is a life long work-in-progress list.
Posted by: Solomon at February 12, 2004 04:00 PM (t5Pi1)
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Helen~
Your list reminds me of a poem that I have and read quite often. Have you ever heard of Oriah Mountain Dreamer? She wrote the most beautiful poem. I fell in love with it and think that you could absolutely relate to it. If you want - I can e-mail it to you. However, I don't have your address so you'll have to give it to me. It'll be worth it. I promise.
Posted by: Tiffani at February 12, 2004 04:21 PM (0i1dP)
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Tiffani-definitely.
Everydaystranger@hotmail.com
Posted by: Helen at February 12, 2004 05:09 PM (1GFEL)
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I know this will never happen but if Y ever falls out of line or flat-out fucks up big-time remind him there is a long, if not distinguished, line of suitors just waiting in the wings. I would be your humble sherpa wherever your travels lead you!
*cough* Peru, May 1st-9th *cough*
Now if you'll excuse me I have to book an appointment for my Gattaca leg extensions! Other than that I'm good to go.
Posted by: Paul at February 12, 2004 05:18 PM (bWfDG)
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Jim-men can be such wusses with colds. My ex told me that a man with a cold is in as much agony as a woman in labor. Ri-ight...
Curator-sad that I had to say the never, ever part. Perhaps even sadder that I have had the experience to need to.
Heather-you are added!
Solomon-Number 2 sounds about right in importance. Very important!
Paul-just gotta' get my cool shawl, and we can get going, eh?
And now...I am logging off and going back to bed.
Posted by: Helen at February 12, 2004 05:23 PM (1GFEL)
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Helen, you destroyed my fantasies. We obviously would make each other miserable in 5 seconds. One example: "- Knows me so well that he can look at a menu and know what I will be having...and be right." - I never know what V will be having, and if she has a doubt about blue or yellow, if I say blue she´ll go with yellow, and vice versa. Seems to work for us tough. Anyway, like you Helen no less... Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 12, 2004 06:23 PM (wW77H)
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It's not to much to ask. The mrs and I share nearly all of the points you state.
And after almost 8 years of marraige I still have to catch my breath when I see her in a crowded you with her dazzeling smile.
Posted by: zenwanderer at February 12, 2004 06:38 PM (HSk4A)
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Want my copy of
Why We Love when I'm done with it? You might find it interesting. BTW, the author is an anthropologist who works as an anthropologist for a living.
Posted by: Courtney at February 12, 2004 07:33 PM (AL3aS)
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Massive great hugs. Of course it's a work in progress, darling girl. Which of us isn't? And isn't it a lovely feeling to see how far you've come?
Now I'm off to add 'passion' to my list of what it takes to make a mensch. Kisses and lots of solid good will.
Posted by: Kaetchen at February 13, 2004 01:18 AM (1nMRx)
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Sorry, Helen, but your dream man is taken, he is my husband - and I had to wait a long time for him. Not unlike what you have been going through with Mr. Y.
Maybe John has a doppleganger somewhere for you, though!
By the way, I used to leave things at his house years ago, when I would come and visit surreptiously - to mark my territory, he said. Much like you leave some things at Mr. Y's.
It must be a woman thing, eh?
Take care. We all love you and want you to be happy.
Posted by: Beth at February 13, 2004 02:59 AM (nrbSj)
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I can agree with you on most of the requirments on the list..except for the *must be hairy* bit..I dont like hairy men.
And I am 48 and nursing my lover with cancer..tho hes not having chemo...Oh and hes a very good patient,he doesnt whinge and moan and hes happy for me to just *be with him*.
He cooks,cleans,shops,opens doors,makes beautiful love to me,and he still makes me smile
and can make my heart stop when he walks into a room
Be safe Helen,Im praying for yu.
Posted by: butterflies at February 13, 2004 03:16 AM (karT6)
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Renewed some faith in the opposite-sex with that post. Remember some men are looking for the perfect girl too. Sounds like you fit that catagory.
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February 11, 2004
What I Just Won't Tolerate
There are a lot of weird quirks and differences that make people interesting. Since anthropology was my field of study in university, I like to think that I am more open to these differences since I studied human nature (that, and I am full of crunchy-granola goodness, too). The truth is I didn't pursue anthropology since I am not only not interested in a career that includes the words "Would you like fries with that?" on a daily basis, but I also can honestly say that I am not good at not interfering with things I find troubling.
Anthropologists in the field are supposed to be observers. To interrupt or put a stop to something would be impressing their cultural ideals on another culture. So anthropologists are expected to stand and watch anything from gardening in 100+ degree weather, female circumcision, to older practices like sacrificing and executions.
And should a group of tribal elders approached the business space of a beautiful young girl with a leather thong and a sharp and scary knife, I just couldn't have stood by and done nothing, so I knew pursuing a Master's and a PhD in anthropology were not for me. That said, I would love to go back to school for a Master's (in something not so scary, like history or English lit) and think I will do if my visa comes through.
But there is one thing that I simply won't tolerate around me. The friends in my life and loved ones I have been with will not do this. It's a brand of culture so deeply ingrained that many see it as a societal norm, and many others see it as their cultural right.
Racism and xenophobia.
Not ok.
In any form.
I get especially wound up when I hear members of my beautiful country (it's mine. I own it.) say things like: We should bomb all of the Middle East. They're all evil! Or: We have every right to invade every country in the Middle East, or anywhere where they're Muslim!
Ri-ight. Things like that make me feel glad I left. When people talk like that, it really doesn't make them any different from those they are opposed to, does it?
It's strange that I am so viciously against racism, since to be honest I grew up in a very racist environment. My mother's parents (and my very precious grandfather) are as racist as the night is long, and were getting worse as they got older. My grandfather had apparently had some horrible times in Basic Training in the army under a sergeant who has black, and until the day he died his disdain and dislike for the black population was patently clear (lemme' just say that watching the 5 o'clock news with him was always uncomfortable). They always went by the "N" word (which I will not allow on my blog, but suffice to say it rhymes with one of these words: "Super-size your meal, bigger value for your money!")
And the word in there isn't "Super-size", 'k?
My grandmother is the same way-she has a pretty healthy dislike of all minorities, and you can't say anything to her about it, since it just winds her up and makes the situation go to hell. You have to leave the room and ignore her. She's just bitter and it comes out that way. But she doesn't stop to think that her grandchildren are of mixed-race as well (it's weird-I hadn't realized I came from a "mixed family" until a friend pointed it out when I was 15.) More than once my grandmother has made a nasty comment about Asians that registered as fleeting pain across my sister's beautiful olive-complexioned face.
My Japanese father's mother (my grandmother) is racist as well. She's re-married to a nice Portuguese man with a big heart, but she herself is the most glassy, brittle woman I know. There's one thing to know here-The European Union is a union of commerce and finance. EU members are not all sitting around a table with no problems, drinking Italian vino and eating French cheese (only the UN does that, or holiday-makers in the Alps, anyway). There are massive fractions in the EU alliances. The same with the Asians-thinking of Asia as a united area is a mistake-it's only called Asia as a geographical linking. The splits in Asia are even broader than in Europe. The Taiwanese seem to not like the Chinese, the Koreans seem to not like the Chinese, and every Asian country seems to hate the Japanese, which is ok since the Japanese seem to hate everyone else as well.
I remember driving through neighborhoods with my grandmother and father, and my grandmother would sniff: "Roll up your windows. We're travelling through a Korean neighborhood."
Right, grandma. 'Cause they might come attack the car with Kim-chee.
Again, you just had to ignore her racism-she will not change, cannot change, and saying anything to her about it will only wind her up.
So it's with a sad heart that I hear horrible things about "all Muslims" and "all Arabic nations". I feel sad when I hear about the tumultuous state of affairs concerning refugees, and the miserable existence they live. I just don't understand what state of affairs makes one nation hate another, one religion hate another. To my way of thinking, there are extremists everywhere, and maybe we should just lock the extremists in a room and see which group comes out alive. I remember in Turkey, talking to a Muslim man while the Islamic prayer call came out over the loudspeaker, and he told me that the Koran was a matter of interpretation, that some people interpreted doctrines and hate where others interpreted guidelines and love.
I just feel we have a lot we can learn from other cultures, whether we approve or not. It's part of what makes everyoen unique and different. But then again, maybe this is a bit of my bleeding heart coming through again or something.
-H....still visa-less. But luckily seeing her therapist this afternoon.
PS-check out this week's Carnival of the Vanities, for your compact edition of interesting blog topics.
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I'm not sure about my dad, but my mum is definitely racist.
I find it really difficult to understand how people can be so narrow minded in this day and age, to pre-judge people, based on an ill-conceived perception of what their race might be.
Like I said the other day. She's the one in the red jumper.
Posted by: melanie at February 11, 2004 12:07 PM (jDC3U)
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My embarassingly racist sister announced to me the other day that she will be doing "indigenous studies" this year at uni. I am so pleased, just maybe she will learn something. While my sister-in-law is said to have scraped the handpaintings off the wall of a cave on the property where I grew up, because she is frightened of land-rights. I am too sickened to climb up and look incase that story is true.
Posted by: nisi at February 11, 2004 12:26 PM (pgK0a)
Posted by: Jim at February 11, 2004 01:09 PM (saeHM)
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Another friend of mine also blogs -- admittedly normally he is more "vim and vinegar" than regular posting ... but especially in light of your post today, I thought you might be interested in his take on it ... You can check him out at xanga, The Horse You Rode In On -- or THYRIO for short ...
http://www.xanga.com/skin.asp?user=TheHorseYouRode
Meanwhile -- still got a candle going for your visa -- sending you waves of "good energy" -- hope it helps.
Tioraidh!
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at February 11, 2004 03:41 PM (d18ri)
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Well stated. I think it's all a matter of perspective. People like yourself, who have been to foreign lands and been themselves foreigners in a foreign land can understand.
Racism is the same, only worse. ItÂ’s just too stupid for words. Unfortunately I know people who are racist and with that exception they are/can be great people. ItÂ’s sad, really.
Posted by: Clancy at February 11, 2004 03:56 PM (EGVPL)
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Well,
Having grown up Muslim, I find that the majority of racism in the world stems from fear. Many people do not comprehend religious fanaticism. Maybe because the religion they learned was much more secular. Maybe it was because they've had a better life and have not depended on the salvation of the after life. But it seems that what appalls people most about Muslims is the fact that they just don't understand the craziness and desperation. My life has been so different than the majority of them that I donÂ’t understand it either most of the time. But I do realize that I canÂ’t understand and therefore I should refrain from judging too harshly.
Posted by: Amynah at February 11, 2004 04:01 PM (tqQaS)
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I think it strange that as the human race we seek nothing more then to kill ourselves. Wanna blow up a nuclear bomb in NY and kill alot of people? fine...but don't for a second think that you will not be killing yourself and your love ones and the fallout spreads throughout the world.
When does the shuttle leave for the moon?
Posted by: Drew at February 11, 2004 04:02 PM (CBlhQ)
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I agree racism is bad, but xenophobia? The definition I read of xenophobia was "Fear of foreigners", and that's the definition I'm commenting on. If there's a broader definition, I'm not addressing that here. Fear can paralyze but it can also protect.
These fears will subside but only after the violence does. Until terrorist attacks and invasions stop, the fear on both sides will remain. Isn't that a healthy fear?
Posted by: Solomon at February 11, 2004 04:16 PM (t5Pi1)
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Ahhh, Helen going back to school has a nice ring to it; it would be like Helen's brain on natural crack.
And besides doing it for you, you would have the papers that would allow you to teach someday.
Posted by: Roger at February 11, 2004 04:17 PM (KjAok)
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For my parents it was the Japanese..they never got over Pearl Harbor. It's quite sad to listen to them talk about it.
Posted by: jim at February 11, 2004 04:45 PM (zE10C)
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"I just feel we have a lot we can learn from other cultures, whether we approve or not" - ... beeing judgemental about other cultures seems like a bad aproach. At least for me. I tend to identify older people in my family as racist prone. Younger generations are coming up smarter. I hope. And I have a great best friend who is racist. It´s so confusing for me, such a great person, and such an unforgiveble flaw. I don´t tolerate intolerence, makes sense right? Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 11, 2004 04:46 PM (wW77H)
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My bro-in-law married a Chinese lady, and they had a son. When new (Chinese) grandma came to see the baby for the first time, her first words were "Hmpf, looks white."
I laughed my ass off. Nobody else knew how to deal with it.
Posted by: Ted at February 11, 2004 05:07 PM (blNMI)
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Kylan-you need to send me the link to your blog again.
Roger-I practically orgasm at the thought of attending university again. Not because of wanting to "re-live those wild college days" (which I never had anyway) but because I looooooove to learn!
Ted-that's pretty much my grandmother's reaction when I was born. I am the whitest of all the grandbabies, which is weird, as my sister is the brownest. That lucky bitch...!
Solomon-to me xenophobia breeds the type of fear and mis-understanding that Drew, Amynah, Miguel, and the others have discussed. When a nation insists on biometric data on all visitors, then I have to chalk that up to xenophobia.
Whoops. Think I lit a match too close to the propane tank now.
Posted by: Helen at February 11, 2004 05:37 PM (liqoL)
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"...I remember in Turkey, talking to a Muslim man while the Islamic prayer call came out over the loudspeaker, and he told me that the Koran was a matter of interpretation, that some people interpreted doctrines and hate where others interpreted guidelines and love..."
For me, this is the crux of the issue. Just like people with particular agendas will twist the teachings of a religion to suit their ends, so others will twist the perception of a religion or culture to suit theirs.
It just seems to me that there always has to be something the media are constantly trying to teach us to be scared of. For years it was communists (in the US at any rate), but then the iron curtain fell and so a new demon had to be found instead.
Quoting from
this Jim McDermott article:
This kind of tactic was described by Hermann Goering, who said at the Nuremberg trials, "The people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."
In such a way, xenophobia is fed, manifesting itself in racism, bigotry and intolerance.
Posted by: Gareth at February 11, 2004 05:40 PM (NHA9E)
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Gareth-bravo. Your last paragraph nailed it.
Posted by: Helen at February 11, 2004 05:42 PM (liqoL)
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Well Helen, I'm sure they just want to use the biometric data for antropological reseach reasons
NOT!!
Apparently it is supposed to make me feel safer - it doesn't. It is branding me a potential terrorist. It is lumping me in with people who strap explosives to their chests before going out to a restaurant or using public transport.
I am prepared to make a deal with the US authorities - I will travel to the US and submit to biometric humiliation, and you can supply me with a bulletproof jacket to protect me from your gun-toting populous ... according to a recent survey, the third most potent terrorist force in the world after Al-Qu'eda and Hamas is 'Assorted Extremists - United States' ... to quote:
'For all Bush's breast-bashing about Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, the most consistant terrorist threat to America over the last 25 years has been - Americans! Of all the incidents classified by the FBI as terrorist attacks since 1980, three-quarters are homegrown ...'
So maybe I shouldn't complain about the collection of my biometric data as it will allow them to identify my remains ...
Posted by: Best Friend at February 11, 2004 06:16 PM (k78uM)
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One of my closest friends, a white woman, has a child by a black man she met in Belize. The woman is now partnered with a black woman, and it it is just hilarious to watch people react to this mixed-race lesbian couple with a gorgeous brown baby. You can see the questions race across their confused faces (sperm? whose? how? sex change?) even while they fall in love with the child, who has the best smile I've ever seen.
"It is understandable to be ignorant. It is inexcusable to remain ignorant."--David Bowie, ladies and gentleman (married to maybe the most beautiful black woman of all time)
Posted by: Kaetchen at February 11, 2004 06:19 PM (1nMRx)
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Mmmmmm. David Bowie.
Just doing a drive by spanking. *!spank!* You like that, don't you? hee. (check zee email)
xxx
Posted by: Sarah at February 11, 2004 06:26 PM (Z6QSL)
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For a moment there I was lost and had to look up the word biometry. For me the biometry applies when your prepping to run a marathon or compete in a triathlon. And even though I'm good at ice hockey you won't catch me near a triathlon:-)
Posted by: Roger at February 11, 2004 06:30 PM (KjAok)
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According to Webster: xenophobia - "Being unduly afraid of or contemptuous towards foreigners or strangers." The key word in all this is "unduly".
Now, at what time does undue fear become due? After 1 building? After 2? After a nuclear bomb? After biological warfare?
Before 9/11 I didn't give a 2nd thought to a middle easterner on a plane with me (hence I'm not xenophobic of middle easterners); now I have 2nd thoughts. It'll take time and peace to get over that. Patience is still a virtue.
Is fear of a group undue if a small subset of that group is vowing to harm you in a catastrophic way? Why is it so hard to acknowledge that some fear of Middle Easterners is warranted?
Biometric testing? That's not so bad. I'd prefer not to have it, but it's not like we're asking anyone to check a kidney at the border
Posted by: Solomon at February 11, 2004 07:02 PM (t5Pi1)
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When all terrorists tattoo a big "T" on their forehead, we'll test only them. Until then, we're testing everybody.
(please read this paragraph as humorous as well as poignant) To say testing you is lumping you in with terrorists is analogous to saying auditing Chik-Fil-A (honorable) is lumping them in with Enron (despicable), or a police checking your drivers license is lumping you in with vagrant drivers, or a bank running a credit check on you is lumping you in with people who default on loans, or a dog adoption group....
It's not doing that at all. The government just doesn't know who is honorable and who isn't, so it tests everyone. If they only tested Arabs, there would be an outcry against that. If they had a magic ball that could tell them who was good and who was evil, someone would complain about that too
Posted by: Solomon at February 11, 2004 07:41 PM (t5Pi1)
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But Solomon-they don't test everybody.
They just test all of those who are not Americans.
If they want to do biometric testing, I say test every last human being who comes through the borders, regardless of passport. That includes those of us with American passports.
Posted by: Helen at February 11, 2004 07:50 PM (Qjb3P)
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Solomon,
That reminded me of something I heard on the radio the other day. It was about a man that was trying to check in a GUN on a plane (for hunting of course). Security wanted it opened and he was all insulted that they questioned whether he had made sure it wasn't loaded and disassembled it properly. At one point, he remarked "It's not like I'm an Arab!" This gentleman also happens to be an aide to a congressman.
Posted by: Amynah at February 11, 2004 07:56 PM (tqQaS)
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I don't know Helen, I may be from the indian-subcontent and have a muslim name. But my fiancee who is white and in the US military has gotten bags checked and scanned just as much as I have. That it, at least for traveling around in the US. I think since September 11th I fly about 4 to 5 times a year. I have been checked a total of 2 times in 2.5 years. Oh, I might also add that because of my skin tone, I tend to be mistaken for Arab by Arab people even.
Posted by: Amynah at February 11, 2004 08:01 PM (tqQaS)
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I had a long-winded, yet highly entertaining, rant in my head when I first read your post this morning. Two staff meetings later my brain is fried, hence that gem of insight is now long-gone.
Basically, racism is shallow and self-defeating. Our life is only as good as the people in it. We only hurt ourselves by dismissing entire races or cultures of people who could profoundly enhance our lives, if we only gave them the chance.
BTW, it's cool that I can still call you little flame. I would never argue with a lady. My backup nickname of Distant Distraction will tucked away just in case. : ) (Sorry this was kinda long-winded anyway)
Posted by: Paul at February 11, 2004 09:00 PM (bWfDG)
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Amynah - The guy with the gun needs to get over it. They made me turn my cell phone on to prove it worked. It was just a precaution.
Helen - Legal issues prevent them from testing all Americans (privacy being the chief one), otherwise they'd have gotten everyone's fingerprints as soon as they turned 18 long ago. Non-citizens don't have the same rights. That's true everywhere.
Now if the state of California starts calling America "The Great Satan", having anti-America rallies, and sending suicide bombers to NY, we may have to start testing all Americans. Until then, I think our greatest threat comes from non-Americans.
By the way, thank you for allowing this amount of "political" discussion. I know you said you don't generally allow politics and religion, but thanks for this exception.
Posted by: Solomon at February 11, 2004 09:25 PM (t5Pi1)
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Solomon-I for one (as an American) would consent to being fingerprinted, tested, giving blood for DNA sampling and allowing monkeys to remove my kidneys, as I think it would help the world perception of the U.S. Right now, I think we're taking a real beating on the world stage, and I don't like that one bit.
So sign me up for being biometrically tested! And no worries about THIS ONE DISCUSSION being ok
Posted by: Helen at February 11, 2004 09:28 PM (QNq2h)
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I understand and agree completely with "THIS ONE DISCUSSION" being political.
My final "political" thought is this, Thomas Jefferson said, "Those who would trade freedom for security will end up with neither." That's why I'd be against testing all Americans even if it helped our world opinion. It's a shame we have so much to offer as a nation and yet do things that cause others to think so ill of us
I think your "monkeys to remove my kidneys" comment might inspire the next reality tv show. Ouch! That's what it's coming to though. I hope they at least have a good anesthesiologist
Posted by: Solomon at February 11, 2004 09:57 PM (t5Pi1)
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Nicely put Paul and everybody.
One Muslim I worked with is hard to have a conversation with compared to others. During Halloween he just kept going on and on how depraved America is with such a holiday and about a [female] secretary wearing a cow costume and that she actually had teats between her legs! Now his seriousness struck me as extremely funny but I knew he would have been mortified if I had laughed outright so I made a quick excuse and dodged out of his lab office. I had many speculative questions of why this bothered him so much but I couldn't ask him and keep a straight face:-)
I also knew that we couldn't have a sane conversation about the suicide bombing that occured in Israel that same week. It would have been another one of his rants against America. For me the sobriety difference between the two subjects is striking.
Other Arab friends just shake their heads over this and we go back to watching a soccer match.
Posted by: Roger at February 11, 2004 10:09 PM (KjAok)
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Racism is practiced ignorance. Its ugly, stupid and racists should be "outed" as much as possible.
Basing one's beliefs about an entire culture on a few incidents (at best, most of the time its one event that has caused the racism) is just stupid.
I can't stand to be around racists, even if they are kindly old people. I just start humming or whistling the tune to They Might Be Giants' "Your Racist Friend" and find some way to get the hell away from them.
Tolerance = good. Tolerance of racism = bad! But then, we all knew that already, right?
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at February 11, 2004 11:27 PM (AyewP)
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I grew up with similar attitudes on one side, but luckily had my extremely open-minded father to steer me in the right direction. Great topic!
Posted by: Heather at February 12, 2004 12:09 AM (sTLlQ)
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Right, grandma. 'Cause they might come attack the car with Kim-chee'
I could just see that.. some korean people chasing the car with big glasses of kimchee throwning it at the back window.
I have yet to meet my g/f Japanese mother, I guess I'll find out if its the same.
Posted by: pylorns at February 12, 2004 01:22 AM (FTYER)
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Helen,
I have to agree that racism's a bad thing but political correctness is also a bad thing. I mean circumcision of both males and females is part of the muslim religion and is AFAIC just a euphemism for genital mutilation. And before you shoot me down for criticizing male "circumcision" I'll concede that male genital cutting isn't as mutilating as what's done to many muslim girls but hey would it be o.k. if muslims "just" cut off the hood of girls' clits instead of the entire thing?
Of course the irony here is that so many Americans, especially the ignorant types who tend to be racist are gung hoe on male circumcision!
And genital mutilation's just the tip of the iceberg. It's ironic how people like George W and his band of southern rednecks and white trash share so many beliefs with the muslims they want to kill. (The death penalty, censorship, repression of women, religious extremism etc. etc)
O.k. that's my anthropological rant for the day. I hope it doesn't get me banned from your site :-(
And seriously - good luck with your visa. I understand the stress - I had 2 deal with it when my wife first joined me in the States and then again when I immigrated to Australia with my wife after she'd had enough of the States!
Posted by: Steve at February 12, 2004 01:24 AM (KvWin)
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I haven't had time to read the comments, so I'm not sure in which direction the discussion has been steered.. I just wanted to share something I saw when I had to pick up my sister. She was in the second grade or something at the time, so were these kids:
Blonde girl: Because all black people steal things, that's why.
Brunette girl: That's dumb and not true.
[teacher approaches]
Caramel boy: All blondes have a wart on their knee.
Blonde girl: No we don't. How could we ALL have warts?
Caramel boy: Exactly.
[teacher walks away, looking slightly shocked. I befriend caramel boy, meet his pseudo-brother, and plan our wedding. But that's not relevant, is it?]
Kids are smarter than us. The end.
Posted by: Meg at February 12, 2004 02:41 AM (1sxTw)
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Many of the governments in the middle east actively promote xenophobia to take attention away from their own failings. Recently, this has turned around and bitten them - the rise in terrorist attacks within Saudi Arabia being a prime example.
Racism and xenophobia are part of an even bigger problem - people have this tendency to
believe things, and not only do they resist any efforts to change their minds, they actually get angry if you present facts that challenge their preconceptions. It's viewed as a personal attack rather than an education.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 12, 2004 03:19 AM (jtW2s)
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Uh, that was me.
Sorry I was cleaning my Enter key and it suddenly went off.
PC
Posted by: Paul at February 12, 2004 04:10 AM (gbcSR)
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Best Friend,
As one of the gun-toting populous allow me to extend a personal invitation to come visit the States.
I will meet you at the airport, help you with your luggage, and lay down supressing fire as you run to my Trooper in a zig-zag fashion.
Posted by: Paul at February 12, 2004 04:12 AM (gbcSR)
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My parents are not racist in the least, but my mother is a snob. I sometimes think that's worse than racism. Here in India, we have huge differences. We speak about 30 languages (don't even count the dialects) across the country, plus we have the caste system (obsolete and dumb in my opinion), so we deal with not only racism but also casteism. The only reason I can attribute to people being racist is needing to feel superior about themselves. I have a family that is pan indian, we have people from many diametrically different communities in our family and sometimes the older members in my family sniff at the newer entrants. It is funny to say the least. I guess the Japanese-Korean thing is like the Indian-Pakistani thing. Funny one can draw so many parallels, which just goes to show that human behaviour is pretty much the same all over the globe.
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 12, 2004 06:25 AM (/dceS)
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Not to be the big American lug of the group, but some of these comments are a little odd. If it were up to me, every single Arab coming into the country would be searched. Their bags searched. Interviewed, fingerprinted, retina-scanned, and GPS tracked for their entire stay. They don't like it? Tough. You see, I find it completely ridiculous that we're not allowed to focus on the small fraction of international passengers who come from places that hate us. Notice, I'm not talking about Arabs now, just any passenger from, say, Syria, Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, the Palestinian Authority, Iran, Libya, or any number of other countries. White, black, arab, or other, that's my criteria. Because that's who is trying to kill us.
Maybe I just give them more credit than others here. You see, when someone says, "I hate you, I think you're the Great Satan, and I would like nothing more than to turn my body into deadly shrapnel and kill as many of the infidel Americans as I can," I BELIEVE them. And I see no problem at all with doing whatever necessary to protect myself from them. Up to and including sending the 1st Marine Division to their capital city to hang out for a spell.
I don't understand people that don't get that. I heard once, and still think it's both true and hilarious, that the definition of a "liberal" is someone who won't take their own side in a fight. Because this is a fight. And the enemy is smart, well-funded, dedicated, inventive, capable, and deadly. And, by the by, governed by no strictures other than their finances. No moral inhibitions whatsoever. And, not to forget, capable of using anyone, mother, father, or child, to accomplish their only task: indiscriminate murder. That "deadly shrapnel" line above wasn't made up; it was said by Reem Salah al-Rayashi, a mother of two who blew herself up: "It was always my wish to turn my body into deadly shrapnel against the Zionists and to knock on the doors of heaven with the skulls of Zionists." This was a MOTHER OF TWO. That's the nature of the enemy we're facing.
So if a traveler to the US (not for nothing, a visitor, a guest, in our country) has to endure a little probing and prodding, because they come from somewhere whose leaders or populace want us dead, well, tough cookies.
The first responsibility of the federal government (of which the FAA and TSA are parts) is to ensure the security of its citizens. Let them do the job.
Posted by: Jiminy at February 12, 2004 06:47 AM (XOHUr)
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I agree that comments like 'nuke em all' are
pretty stupid and probably done as much out
of frustration as ignorance. We are hardly
the only ones making them. Look up what the
Iranian millitary had stenciled (painted?)
on the sides of their missles. And what some
of their leaders have claimed they will do once
they get a working bomb.
Violence based on who is 'better' is hardly
new and religion has probably been the cause
of more human suffering then any other cause
espically if we include the secondary effects
of silly religion (I refer to the Catholic
church and some its policy which made the
black death as bad as it was [no bathing]).
That's why I always say there is a difference
between having faith.. and religion...
One is between you and what you believe in
the other is a human organization.. and
by definition .. flawed..
Posted by: LarryConley at February 12, 2004 08:26 AM (A4qhf)
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Pixy Misa, you'r right about many governments actively promoting xenophobia to take attention away from their own failings. The thing is, this is by no means restricted to the Middle East. In fact, the most glaring example that comes to mind is a big country in the northern half of the american double continent that will hold presidential elections this year...
Jiminy, you'r not paying attention to the facts. As Best Friend said, 75% of all terrorist incidents in the US are home grown. So, if you agree that the federal government is there to protect its citizens (which could be debated), wouldn't it be much more helpful if they tracked the 300 million US citizens which cause 75% of the terrorist incidents in the US, instead of the billion or so Arabs who are responsible for a part of the remaining 25%?
Yes, I'm playing devil's advocate here, because I very much doubt that all the checking and fingerprinting and tracking will deter even one determined terrorist - let alone help catching them - regardless of their nationality.
Posted by: Gudy at February 12, 2004 09:48 AM (RP5sL)
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Gudy-you said precisely what I was planning to say for Pixy Misa and Jiminy. Well done.
Steve-of course you're not banned. In fact, since moving to Europe I am dead opposed to circumcision on males, which I know means someday maybe I will have a son that will get laughed at in the showers in the U.S.
Paul-you made me cry with laughter at the "surpressing fire" comment. Thank you, dearest.
Posted by: Helen at February 12, 2004 10:06 AM (DGQl+)
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Paul,
*lol* Thanks ... I have visited the States a number of times and have enjoyed myself on each occassion.
The scariest thing that has ever happened to me there was being driven around in a hire car by Helen
Posted by: Best Friend at February 12, 2004 10:27 AM (k78uM)
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Helen,
Glad 2 hear you're also opposed to male circumcision. You're a very intelligent lady in so many ways ;-)
Don't worry about any future sons you might have being laughed at in the locker rooms if they decide to go to the U.S. Things are changing in the States albeit rather slowly in the flyover states. A majority of boys on the west coast are now leaving the hospital as nature intended so American locker rooms twenty years from now will be plenty diverse.
Also, don't let your aversion to barbaric cultures turn you off to anthropolgy. That's only a small part of the field. As an undergrad at U Penn, years ago, one of the coolest seminars I took was all about Lynne White's theory of how the styrup changed the course of European civilization. We also did a lot of statistical analysis of pipe stems. (try googling pipe stem dating). Antropolgy is neat because it combines liberal arts with language and mathematics and science.
Now of course if you want to be employed that's a reason to avoid anthropolgy but thagt's another issue altogther...
Posted by: Steve P at February 12, 2004 10:45 AM (+5Rhz)
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Actually, before I left the U.S. I had branched off anthropology and was working towards a (totally useless) Master's Degree in the History of Ideas-a combo of philosophy, psychology, literature and history.
In other words...would you like fries with that?
Posted by: Helen at February 12, 2004 10:57 AM (DGQl+)
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Let's see...I have a BA with a double major in Anthropology and History and an MA in History.
I work in advertising.
Yep, that's about right
Posted by: Rob at February 12, 2004 11:49 PM (pL1ga)
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Jeez, I could write volumes inspired by the discussion here. Which has been remarkably civil, and valid points have been raised by all who have contributed. Kudos to everyone (most of all to Helen -- it's your party and you are our lovely hostess) for partaking in such a thread with nary a flame thrown. Intelligent discourse is so lacking in today's world of extremism (extremism on _both_ sides, of course).
I would love to add my two cents, but I simply can't do so in a concise comment-worthy fashion. This thread, however, has definitely inspired a future post on my own site. Now, if I can ever just find the time to write it ...
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February 10, 2004
The Life of a Cat
On Thursday and Friday it was all falling apart again. Horrors and stresses about my visa, depression and gloom at home due to the fractured relationship, which hemmorhages still. I started getting so stressed and depressed that I was back to my old haunts again-abusing myself with the oven rack, leaving a nice shiny picket fence of burns down the flesh of the left hand. Yet another topic for my therapist and I to work on-why do I head for physical pain when I am suffering emotional pain? Because it's pain that makes sense. It's real, it's something that you can understand.
Hello, my name is Helen, and I'm auditioning for the part of Lead Fruit Loop today.
I did what I could only do to try to save the fragile and straggling remnants of my sanity-I decided to address my visa head-on, get some help with it, and find a way to survive this. I am headed towards my 6th life, which I have in my head as the life of a cat. I will be dropped from a top story building and still twist around and land on my feet. I will chase the mice, get the cream, and weave myself around my loving owner's ankles. I will be keen, coy, and survive.
So I flew to London for the weekend.
I left early Friday morning on Ryanair, the low-fare airlines. It's at a tiny airport outside of Stockholm, but their flights are cheap and they usually get you to your destination well on time. You don't get seat assignments, all food and beverage cost, but if you are like me and brought a bottle of water, a packet of Starburst and a book, then the flight is no problem...especially if the flight is half the cost of the other airlines.
Once I arrived to London Stanstead airport, I hurried outside to find what I was waiting for-tucking my gym bag over my arm, digging my head inside my pea coat to avoid the deluge of rain, I stood there and waiting, knowing that my salvation would be here.
And it was.
Striding along the pavement, there came Mr. Y in the car, all smiles, kisses, and hugs. He wrapped me inside the length of his coat, his warm and solid body against mine, the smells of him-eucalyptus, for the drops he likes to suck on. A dash of cigarette smoke. A mint, from the pocket mint he just had. A warm, spicy scent of the face lotion he uses, and the undeniable maleness of him.
We drove back to his flat, and once there he got on the phone and called my visa people to find out what is happening, notebook at the ready and list of questions in his head. He found out additional information that made me feel better, that calmed me down. He sorted out some things, and while I sat next to him, just listening to him calmly go through things, I realized what a fucking release it was to not have to handle everything on my own anymore. To be on the battle front and have someone beside me, who has my back.
After the phone call, he turned to me, grabbed my hand, and led me to the bedroom, where we proceeded to make love and re-acquaint ourselves with the hills and valleys of the topography that makes us. We made love, both of us coming quickly, as though the urgency of our lives transcended what would normally take us hours. We then had a nice dinner. Champagne. We watched "Will and Grace" (which he didn't like) and "Sex and the City" (which he did). I loofahed his feet, spending time spreading a warm lotion on the bottom of his heels, and then we curled into bed, solid and warm, and had each other again, before being ensconsed in his arms and falling asleep.
In the morning we had another round of loving, and then decided to hit the road-the town he lives in is quite dull, and he wanted to take me away somewhere, so we headed for the most southwest area of England, called Devon. We drove along the seaside, my feet propped up on his dashboard and my thoughts of the visa just slightly twinging my head, and decided to try an unusual hotel in Exeter for the evening-Hotel Barcelona, which was a former Victorian Eye Infirmary that has been remodeled into a fabulous hotel. It was done in extremely avant-garde precision although was well done, if a bit creepy-it was strange to go into your room and know that it used to be a former ward, where sick and injured people slept.
Talk about a place with ghosts.
We made ample use of the bed then, before heading out into the town to scrounge up some dinner. I have no idea what the industry is for Exeter, but the place was hopping-it was packed in every restaurant (including a Moroccan one we really wanted to try) and so we wound up at Pizza Express, with no other options. We had a nice meal there, though, and then went to a few nice pubs to relax with some decent ales. Mr. Y took hold of my left hand, examining the weird toothpick-like lines down the side of the palm. I knew it bothered him, I knew he didn't want me to do it, but I think he also knew that I am falling apart now, and had no other form of relief.
We then headed for a trendy bar in our hotel, fitting in easily with the crowd of youngsters, professionals, middle-aged, the scantily clad and the jeans-wearing. We fit in well and felt comfortable, and as we headed towards the bar to get a drink, his hand went round my waist-hoving there, holding me and guiding me. We got our drinks and headed in to where a man was singing in a strong and assured voice-"Mad World", he sang, a song that bridges both my generation and Mr. Y's. As I sipped my martini, his fingers laced through mine and he pulled his face close. When Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" came on, we sat down and he pulled my chair nearer, smoothing my collarbone with one hand while clutching a beer in the other.
And then we went to bed, and made love again.
The next day we drove through Dartmoor Forest before heading back to where he lives, taking time in the car to talk, to fantasize about what our lives will be like if I get the visa. These dreams, they are dangerous and intoxicating-to find myself on the edge of being able to right myself and land on my feet, and to find it with someone I love so much, seems like the kind of karmic Christmas that I would never be allowed to have.
Sunday evening we had a bit of a struggle talking about his children, and I can see this is going to be a heated point in the future. I don't feel I am allowed to give my opinion, and I give my opinion only as thus: I was a child when my parents divorced for the final time, and not far from the age his daughter is. I know what it's like to be there, and I know what happens when divorces go wrong, as they often do-it all goes to hell quickly when the hurt and anger of a divorce comes through. I would just protect everyone from that, but I can see that my views and opinions are not popular, or perhaps it is all still too sensitive to him, so either way I will try to remain opinionless unless asked.
The evening was salvaged by a curry and Mr. Y's fervent hugging and hoping that I was ok and happy. This night would be our last chance to see each other for at least a month, since he is taking off the end of February for 2 weeks with his children. So we reconciled any tension and sat on the couch, touching, talking, laughing, relaxing, and when we went to bed we made love for a very long time, catching up on years worth of missing kisses.
And yesterday he spent the day with me, holding me and talking to me. I put food in his fridge and left my sweaters in the bottom drawer of his bureau, as a beacon and reason for me to come back for them. I felt so fucking calm around him, so relaxed, and so sure that this kind of love is the kind of love I am supposed to have. The ability to slink myself around his ankles appeals, and I will purr for him and the saucer of cream he offers.
I am home now, and since my flight arrived very late, I haven't spoken to Partner Unit (should I start calling him X-Partner Unit now? Hmm.) I think I will be moving all of my things into the guest room now-the two little eggrolls that we have been in the bed now can be single-served into different beds. Regardless of the visa, I know this relationship at home is over, and so does he.
I await news of the visa with pins in my stomach and an ache in my heart. I know that people think that my job doesn't define me-but once again, it does. And I know that people think what life offers me is what was meant to be-but for the first time in so long, I have seen something in life that I want. Something has woken me up, brought my senses to life, and for that I can't ever go back to sleep again. I am riding on the edge of the cliff now, and on one side is the dramatic dreams that I need to dream to live. On the other, is the end of life 5. And Life 6. And there is nothing there but darkness and decay.
And my daily fear continues about the visa-some bureaucratic glitch could come in, forcing me to lose it. I could be deemed not worthy. I could fail. I continue with my daily mantra...."Please. Please. Please...."
-H.
PS-to my anonymous benefactor, thank you. It's a wonderful, fabulous gift that will get me through the week now, since I finish up Band of Brothers today. Thank you, thank you, thank you-you made me smile and gave me a reason to face the day.
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I'm sitting over here, a world away, hoping, wishing, praying (yes, praying -- shaddup) that you receive everything your heart desires.
I don't know how I know -- outside of your wonderfully crafted entries -- but you most assuredly deserve that peaceful, calming love that you feel when you're with Mr. Y.
I know very much from experience how that feels. I was lucky enough to *finally* marry him in 2002. I hope that you do NOT have to slog through the waist-high broken glass like I did. . .but if you do. . .and you need a kindred soul, I'm here for you.
Bless you.
Love,
M
Posted by: margi at February 10, 2004 12:32 PM (kpNlZ)
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Glad you have found some hope. Can you pass some my way?!
abs x
Posted by: abs at February 10, 2004 12:52 PM (lnpfn)
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I'm so glad you've got Mr.Y to lean on. It's a bit spooky to hear about the oven - maybe next time you could talk up Dear Mate or Best Friend since Y is out of touch for a while? Just for my sanity, y'know? ;-)
I'm always available too. Can't give you the hug you need but I can give you the reassurances and I'm a fantastic listener.
Posted by: Jim at February 10, 2004 01:21 PM (saeHM)
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Margi-You are fabulous, and I love the support you give me.
Abs-I promise to ship it over to you once I make sure it's the good stuff.
Jim-It is spooky, weird and bad that I do that. I agree. But Best Friend and Dear Mate don't really know how to handle me when I get that way, either. Proof that Helen belongs in the loony bin, I guess.
I may take you up on that offer of listening, thanks darling.
Posted by: Helen at February 10, 2004 01:28 PM (gTpJD)
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you don't belong in a loony bin my dear. or if you do, then we all belong there! sounds like your weekend was just wonderful----nurturing---and you certainly needed that. i'm sending loads of positive vibes your way. hang in there sweetie. xoxoxo
Posted by: kat at February 10, 2004 03:09 PM (FhSIP)
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You don't belong to the loony bin, you're just unhappy and stressed out and in an unravelling relationship and are maintaining your sanity and write lovely posts. I'm glad you could be with Mr.Y and I hope you get your visa problems sorted out. Anyone who owns Luuka cannot be in the loony bin. I cant listen (am too far away) but I always respond to emails. Cheers!
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 10, 2004 03:11 PM (MYNVU)
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Why didn't Mr. Y work out the first time? Won't whatever split you up then be a factor still?
Posted by: Solomon at February 10, 2004 03:14 PM (t5Pi1)
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Solomon-We didn't work out the first time due to indiscretions and the fact that...wel...he was married.
Since he is divorcing, it looks like it won't be a problem. As to the indiscretions-well, an action plan has been put in place to prevent problems with that.
kat and Plumpernickel-thanks, dearies.
Posted by: Helen at February 10, 2004 03:34 PM (Ou2kb)
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I know what you mean about needing those dreams to live. I am here hoping and wishing for things to go your way.
Posted by: Talia at February 10, 2004 04:15 PM (go1G+)
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At this point, as loony as you feel, I envy part of what you have. You have Mr. Y in the flesh. You have a place where you can make a decision. You have sadness around you that will surely pass. I know it will.
So, you are going forward, whether or not everything turns out the way you want. Things will turn. They have to.
I send you my best wishes, Helen. I want so badly for things to turn out the way they should. I'll be thinking about you.
After today, part of me doesn't have much to hide anymore. I need to start turning.
Posted by: Rob at February 10, 2004 04:15 PM (pL1ga)
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Glad you're back with us H. And I'm glad things with Mr. Y are going so well - I was a little hard on him in the beginning but he's redeemed himself quite nicely...
Best wishes on the Visa - no more bureaucratic glitches!!!!
Posted by: Clancy at February 10, 2004 04:56 PM (EGVPL)
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I know, but I love that you were hard on him, Clancy. It feels like my a panel of my big brothers were looking out for me, or something
Posted by: Helen at February 10, 2004 05:13 PM (lCA2Q)
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Helen, does everything have to be "life or death" urgencies? I´m talking about the job. It would be the greatest thing having the visa stuff pull thru, and nailing dream job. But if it doesn´t? You´ve figured out by now where hapiness is. So if that fails, you´ll just have to search for options... and options will be available for wonderfull you. My point is: hapiness is in London with Mr. Y, not dream job, right? There will always be dream jobs #2, waiting for people from the looney bin
. I am also applying! lol. Love, Miguel.
p. s. (1) - you have so much sex, is that healthy?
p. s. (2) - yes, I´m just jealous...
Posted by: msd at February 10, 2004 05:17 PM (wW77H)
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Helen, I know what you mean about the children. When Majesty and I first got together, the topic of His children, but especially His daughter was what I called an 'untouchable'. It always made Him defensive, it always caused hurt feelings for me, and it always brought out His papa dragon instincts, so it was best left alone. Now that we've been together as long as we have, it's much better, probably aided by the fact that His daughter and I are now friends, and she was even the Maid of Honor in our wedding. Usually, those things get better with time. I know that's a trite cliche, but I've found it to be true, in my own experience.
Posted by: wench at February 10, 2004 05:21 PM (j4ByO)
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I'm glad to hear you've found a safe harbor in the midst of all this turmoil. It's too bad you can't hole up there yet but I have every confidence you'll be able to soon enough.
The reference to the old eye infirmary/hotel seemed odd at first but then it really made sense. Your wrists and hands may carry the scars of pains from the past but so do our eyes. I've met some people where just looking into their eyes conveyed such a sense of pain that it almost made me want to cry for them. With the continous love and support of your beloved eYe doctor I'm sure you'll never lose that sparkle that gives us a tiny glimpse of the incredible soul that's behind them.
Take care H. (Suddenly the little flame nickname conjurs up a mental image that is anything but pleasant. It is hereby retired.)
Posted by: Paul at February 10, 2004 05:30 PM (bWfDG)
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Helen,
I want to tell you what your writing means to me. When I discovered Everyday Stranger I was amazed! For the first time I stopped everything I was doing and went back to the beginning post and started reading nonstop till I was back to the current entry that day. Part way thru I closed my office door because, you know, I didn't want anybody see the wet eyes of a tough old scientist. You see, no one sees the inside of me that you expose so eloquently about yourself. It wasn't all sad tears; sometimes I was laughing hard because some posts are truly entertaining.
Because of you, I have become a better listener. I realize that no one can risk being as open as you are here in writing until I/we give them a "safe" chance.
You take the risk of writing Everyday Stranger and for that I will be eternally grateful.
Thank you Helen.
Posted by: Roger at February 10, 2004 05:35 PM (KjAok)
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Miguel-it's weird, but this time it really does feel truly life and death to me. I was ridiculously fortunate to get a job in telecom two months after losing mine. If I don't get the visa, I lose the job and the hope-and I also have no other way of entering the UK.
Miss Wench-I do hope that it gets better, too. Right now, I feel I shouldn't hold opinions on his divorce, his children, or anything like that, and I hate feeling stifled like that. All I want to do is offer support.
Paul-you may always call me Little Flame. Just because I go take out my angst on the oven doesn't mean I shouldn't have a nickname from one of my favorites.
Roger-wow. Thank you, dearest. I never knew what I would do when I started this blog, I only knew that it became something to help me breathe and live. That I have affected you so much makes me feel like one little voice in the world has a chance after all. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Posted by: Helen at February 10, 2004 05:52 PM (lO/Cz)
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Have faith. You'll get it. Takecare and Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 10, 2004 06:41 PM (hzcoX)
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Helen, i have to agree with Roger 100%, you have the ability to say what is in your heart, we all wish we could do the same!
abs x
Posted by: abs at February 10, 2004 07:46 PM (lnpfn)
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GLad your trip to England was nice and full of happiness. It tough when you have to pull away to go back home but hopefully will not be for much longer.
As a silver lining you have to go home to get presents
. Presents are good
Posted by: Drew at February 10, 2004 07:55 PM (CBlhQ)
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(said like "na-nie na-nie booooo boo) Roger is a sissy. Roger is a sissy. He cries in his office...
I'm completely joking about the sissy part Roger. Real men DO get choked up and teary eyed when something really happy or sad happens. If my joking was offensive in any way, I apologize and won't do it again. If not, there's more where that came from
Miguel, I'm jealous of the frequency too. I wish super-model Mrs. Solomon and I were half as active as Helen. Even that might be too much
Helen, have you ever done a post on what you believe a "Real Man" is. It might be interesting conversation.
Posted by: Solomon at February 10, 2004 09:44 PM (t5Pi1)
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i just had a funny realization today....when you talk about mr. y, i picture mr. big from sex and the city. teehee. :-)
Posted by: kat at February 11, 2004 02:27 AM (FhSIP)
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Helen,
Can't you get Mr Y to marry you so that you can get your visa approved more quickly? Just a thought? Besides, if he's serious about you and isn't just having a little fling on the side he'll do it for you because he'll want you to be around permanently.
Posted by: steve at February 11, 2004 04:57 AM (KvWin)
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"..no other form of relief"...wow.
I understand the whole - you need a job in order to get your life moving again. And I'm glad Mr Y is the perfect guy.
But correcting that form of relief needs to move to the top priority. Sorry, I'm sure you already know that, but it's scary and I just feel terrible for you.
Posted by: jim at February 11, 2004 07:02 AM (lN8eP)
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Steve-you have to prove that you have been together for 2 consecutive years before you can have a residency visa due to personal relationships. And that will be a while, especially since Mr. Y's divorce will take over 6 months to come through. But good advice, anyway
Jim-I know-I'm mental
Posted by: Helen at February 11, 2004 10:34 AM (brq8M)
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Anonymous books. Does that sound like Emmie?
Posted by: brj at February 11, 2004 11:21 AM (8Ufzh)
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Gosh, it feels good to steal som minutes at work and read you again - I've been far to busy these last few days...
Anyway, I'm glad you had a great weekend in Old Blighty, frequent, great sex, cuddling, beer, and everything included. And I continue sending happy thoughts you way about the work visa. (Please speak up as soon as the results are in, so I can uncross all those appendages I've been keeping crossed for so long. ;-)
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February 06, 2004
So Proud I Could Burst
When I was in the US over the holidays, I got to attend one of the games that my sister was working at. My sister is a professional cheerleader, you see, and this was the first time I would be able to see her in action, so to speak.
I was very nervous, actually-she had to be at the game an hour ahead of time, so Partner Unit and I made ourselves at home walking around the arena, checking out the shops, and indulging in a drink at the bar. We had about 45 minutes to just knock off-they would be announcing the cheerleaders (including my sister) 15 minutes before game time.
15 minutes before game time, we rushed to our completely fabulous seats, and lo and behold there it was-the cheerleaders were posted on the jumbotron one by one, to the wild cheers and catcalls of the audience. They went through the team one person at a time, and there, second to the last, was my little sister.
And-as they say-the Helen went wild.
Here was my little sister. 7 years my junior, she was always the world's most precious thing to me when we were younger. When our parents split up the second time, my mother had to work her ass off to support us both since my father decided that child support wasn't really his thing, so it was up to me to take care of my little sister more often than not.
And in time I grew to be like her second mother-putting her to bed, making dinners, spending time after school together. When my mom was dating and I was 14, sometimes my mom would stay at her boyfriend's (the man who is now our stepfather), and I used to curl onto the couch all night and watch the same videos over and over again-"Goonies" and "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom". I just stayed up watching it, watching over the house, watching over my little sister.
And when the fights would get bad between my folks as we grew up, my goal was just to get my sister out of the house. Away from it. We would shuttle ourselves in my room, turn the music up to drown out the screaming and yelling, and just try to make ourselves immune. When I was able to drive, we would hustle off as fast as possible to the local ice cream shop, making a cup of ice cream last as long as possible in an effort to dawdle, not wanting to get back to the House of Pain.
I always simply wanted to protect her from everything. I didn't want anyone or anything to get close enough to hurt her. I remember spending time dressing her up. I remember us playing "Taxi" using the porch swing. I remember giving her airplane rides out on the side lawn (wildly enough, she used to scream with laughter when I would let her go, letting her fling onto the lawn).
She was my little sister...my painfully shy, painfully reticent little sister.
Things weren't always rosy. In a tribute to the environment around us, sometimes fights would get ugly, and would get that way fast. I remember one day she flung a drawer of steak knives at me. But then another day, I remember empyting an entire rack of tupperware glasses at her. And you could never wake her up in the morning-she is one of those seriously NOT morning person types-we're talking World War III level histrionics here. We would get into blistering fights that would be all done by the time Mom got home.
When I left home at 17, my sister and I started to drift apart. When I moved back to the area, she and I had a standing Friday night movie date. We went to the films every Friday, even if nothing interesting was on. It was our tradition. We shared books and music. I stole her clothes, she stole mine.
But since I have left the U.S. we have really grown apart-not making the time for each other in our lives has brought about the loss of one of the most important people in my heart. We don't speak much, not even by email. And sometimes I find that I miss her so much that I can't stand it.
So it's at this game that I found my sister has grown into something so different. Her shyness is gone. She has gusto and bravado. She takes masses of time and care with her makeup and hair, and is hyper-conscious about her clothes. She even wears tight clothing now (so I no longer borrow her clothes-I am not about to attempt to wear an XS, thank you very much).
And during the game break, when she went out there and performed with her squad...I felt so proud of her. So happy for her, and so amazed at the person she has become. It's as though she is finally coming into her own, and I love that for her.
The little girl in the row ahead of me turned to me and showed me a picture in the program. It was the cheerleading team, and she pointed to my sister.
"She looks like you." she said softly.
I was stunned-what a remarkable gift for a little girl to have. She is only the second person in the world ever to remark that my sister and I look alike-my sister has the olive Asian skin, and I have the white-on-white European looks. But this little girl saw through color, and went right to what's at heart.
"That's my little sister." I said proudly. "That's why I am here tonight."
And after the game, I hugged my sister and listened to her talk and gossip for ages about the team, about women I didn't know and wouldn't know. But I was just so happy for her, just so thrilled at the person she had become. She had come out of her coccoon a much better person than I am, and I love her for it.
The next morning I had to wake her up, which I dreaded, knowing the row it would (as usual) induce. So I sat on her bed and grabbed her toes.
"Hey you," I said softly. "I just wanted you to know how great your game was last night, and that I am so proud of you that I could've bursted last night. You looked so beautiful, I am so proud of you."
And my very precious little sister sat up in bed, smiled, and we went downstairs together.
-H.
PS-delay of one week to my work visa. I am literally eating myself up inside with stress and worry about it.
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The way you speak of your sister here, it's really lovely. Your pride in her accomplishments really shows. I always thought I would have liked to have had a sister. Instead I was blessed with an older brother who thought it absolutely hilarious to tickle someone (me) until they puked. But I guess that's what brothers are supposed to do.
Posted by: Sue at February 06, 2004 08:07 AM (0SrUW)
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That's a great story about your sister. I only have one sister, 6 years older than me, and there are 3 brothers in between us..and 1 younger than me. I love all my brothers to death, and can't wait until next month when they will all be here together for a week, but me and my sister have a special relationship. She's one of my best friends. I don't know what I'd do without her.
Posted by: JaxVenus at February 06, 2004 08:52 AM (j0X+N)
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What a beautiful tribute...
Posted by: jenifer at February 06, 2004 09:23 AM (qBMiO)
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Little sisters(brothers) grow up too you know >>grin
Posted by: LarryConley at February 06, 2004 11:19 AM (A4qhf)
Posted by: Meg at February 06, 2004 11:32 AM (1sxTw)
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I know exactly how you feel Helen. My little brother is four years my junior and growing up I took care of him under the same circumstances you took care of your sister. We haven't kept in touch as much as I would like since I moved to Australia four years ago, but my mom keeps me up to date on everything he does. I'm so proud of him. I hope our reunion is a wonderful as yours was with your sister.
Posted by: Morgan at February 06, 2004 01:31 PM (LKWgL)
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My brother and sisters could be serial killers, maniacs, plain terrible persons. And still I would love them. They have theyr problems, shortcomings, but nothing like the fucked up older brother I am. But I love them all, and worry a lot about them. Why is it that love is so unconditional when blood is involved? Any toughts? Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 06, 2004 02:42 PM (wW77H)
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Great to hear that you have (or are getting back) some of that relationship with your sister --
Growing up, I was the oldest, and my sister is four years my junior -- It was highs and lows, and all that -- but I was the only one allowed to mistreat her or call her names -- dreadful was my wrath if anyone else did ...
anyway, I went off to college, and then "jumped the puddle" and basically lost track of the family as a whole -- prolly partly because I wanted to, and partly because things just sometimes happen that way -- I came back home, and was just in time to go on a seemingly endless set of high school proms with all of her friends -- something about being a "nice guy" -- 'nuff said
but we started getting close again once I was back -- and it was awkward, because I had done a lot of growing, and she had done some, and we weren't really the same people any more ... and now she wants to be a missionary -- and I am supposed to be her first "convert" -- trying times are ahead ...
but we persevere, because at the end of the day, these people really are family -- they were there from the beginning, and they know most of the secrets, and most of the buttons to push ... and you just can't escape them without it being almost more trouble than it is worth ...
Either way, the "point" to this seemingly-pointless ramble is that I am happy for you that you are getting back to a good place with your sister, and I'm still pulling for you and the Visa (and I remember - no lizards!)
Tioraidh!
Kylan
Posted by: Kylan at February 06, 2004 04:03 PM (d18ri)
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They better hurry up and give you that Visa. I'm starting to lose my girlish figure from all these M&Ms.
Airplane rides are the coolest. I haven't done the fling & fly with my boys yet but that's mostly because we've tended to do the rides inside the house so far. Lovely Wife takes a dim view of children bouncing off of the walls.
Posted by: Jim at February 06, 2004 04:29 PM (IOwam)
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that lil girl telling u that u look like ur sis was really touchily beautiful
Posted by: Lucidly Awake at February 06, 2004 06:34 PM (JdR2f)
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Sisters are great to have. You don't always get along with them 100% of the time but I love my two sisters dearly. I'm the big sister in our family. And I'm proud of my sisters as well. Have a fine weekend. Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 06, 2004 07:12 PM (DK74Z)
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what a lovely story about your sister.
i was a fill-in mom for my siblings too, so i know that feeling of pride. i've had it watching my little sister play college rugby and my little brother opening his first sales office.
i bet your sister misses you too.
and i've got my fingers and toes crossed about your visa! ack, waiting sucks!
i suggest you do something fun this weekend. go see a funny movie, have a good laugh, get a massage, do something loverly just for you.
Posted by: kat at February 06, 2004 07:15 PM (QkuGS)
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What an awesome story! I mean, its a bummer that you've grown apart but that's part of life. Proximity would have made it easier to stay closer but distance makes it hard.
I don't know that I've grown apart from my family living on the east coast and I'm on the west coast but I do miss their company sometimes. I just wish they'd realize that winter sucks and would move out here.
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at February 06, 2004 09:45 PM (AyewP)
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Siblings are a great anchor (or albatross) to our past. I love my brothers more than anyone in the world except for super-model Mrs. Solomon, Angel1, & Angel2.
I would kill in a heartbeat to protect them and not think twice about it.
Posted by: Solomon at February 06, 2004 09:54 PM (t5Pi1)
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I have a little sister three years younger than me. We've only become close recently as i went to boarding school when i was 15 and she was 12 and we had just begun to entertain the idea that we could be friends and not just fight all the time.
Five years later i'm away at school again, but we now talk on the phone for hours. I give her advice on boys and how to deal with our overly protective parents. I worry about her so much (she's dating a hockey player right now! NOOOOOOO!!!) but i'm so proud of how well she's growing up.
We still fight, but miguel was right, there is a completely unconditional love. Even when i want to punch her in the face she's still my baby sister and i still love her.
Posted by: Laura at February 07, 2004 05:59 AM (u6I4w)
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My immediate reaction to this post? Track down sports team websites with pictures of cheerleaders and try to pick out your sister. But I'm neurotic like that.
Posted by: emily at February 07, 2004 07:26 AM (iuRJt)
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That was v.sweet and I know the exact feeling. I feel that way when I see my younger brother achieve anything. My brother's 5 years younger than I am and I love him to bits. My sister's older to me by 2 years and both stay across the country and more than anything else, I wish we lived geographically closer. I used to have huge fights with my sister and brother too, and I and my sister used to throw my brother out of our rooms, now when I see him I feel a soft glow of pride and love to see the sensitive, polite and talented young man he's turned into.
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 07, 2004 10:21 AM (E7ITA)
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... hello? Anyone home? Miguel.
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February 05, 2004
I'll Have What She's Having
I am still reading the Ladder stuff and plan to completely rip it apart sometime very soon, but in the meantime, there is a topic that I want to address, that I want to fling open the doors on:
Orgasms.
Cause...you know...I never talk about those here.
I recently read an article that described orgasms as thus: "If the female orgasm is a Ferrari-termperamental, powerful, and in need of delicate handling, then the male orgasm is a tractor-less intense, dependable in adverse conditions, and so simple to control that any 14-year old farm boy can take it out for a spin."
Right on.
Here's the mechanical breakdown:
A man's orgasm is a pump. A series of muscular contractions at that perfect moment forces between 2cc and 5cc of happy juice out of the urethra. These muscular contractions occur at 0.7 seconds apart (actually, the same rate that women's orgasmic contractions occur). Men can fire semen up to three feet if they have abstained for a while (watch out! She's going to blow!) but the average is a rather respectable 10 inches. I have asked partners how they felt about their orgasms after they had them, and it ran anywhere from "Whew...I needed that." to "That was really, really great."
I like to think thats a judgment of just needing to put it away, versus my performance.
A female orgasm is a swelling of the vaginal tissue, as the organs become engorged with blood. Scientists say that orgasms produced by oral sex are usually more prolonged and intense (and to that I'd just like to say: Amen, my brother). A female orgasm usually occurs when the muscles tighten and constrict, and some theories are that these constrictions allow safer passage of semen, in order to aid reproduction. Women have what may appear to deeply puzzling bits-anthropologist Donald Symons in fact reported that the clitoris was a useless appendage, and the female orgasm was of no consequence as it is "an unneccessary anatomical and physioglogical phenomenon".
Proof that the sad little man never got a girl off, in other words.
Anthropolgist Helen Fisher disputes this-she says that an orgasm not only satiates a woman, promoting her to lay down (to help fertilization), but satisfactory coitus promotes a woman to seek further sexual intercourse with that partner, promoting conception. This is just a fancy way of saying: you satisfy us, we will come back for more.
I love Helen Fisher.
Women are also lucky in that we can have multiple orgasms (depending on the partner, or at the very least the battery life in your duracells), whereas men are more limited. However, a Rutgers study recently had a man manage 6 full ejaculatory orgasms in under 30 minutes, with no loss of erection.
Hmm...wonder if he was drinking Red Bull.
A number of sites, including the lovely Emily's, have discussed faking it recently. The amusing thing is, some women swear that they have never, ever faked it. Just as some men swear that they have never, ever interfered with themselves. I don't think I believe either group, to be honest-that's like telling me you read Playboy for the articles. Right. And I go shopping to listen to the piped-in elevator music.
I think almost every woman has faked it, and possibly a few men, too. I know I certainly have-in fact, up until Mr. Y, I had faked it with every single man I had ever been with. I really tried to have an orgasm, honestly I did, but some men find it their personal search for the Holy Grail to give you one-they just keep going until they get some kind of ego soothing. So what else is a chafed pony to do, but to fake it?
I used to get rather elaborate with my faking, too. With one partner I would scream. With another I would pretend to pass out (saved me from having to talk to him, too). And with the others I would say some kind of complementary things.
And they always bought it.
My first orgasm was with Kim, and I never looked back after that. I also learned, in the time I was with him, how to satisfy myself. And after thousands of hours of training later, I would say I am an expert.
Faking was something I did in the early days, I am happy to say that as I have grown older, I have told partners what I do and do not like in bed. And in return, I am more honest. I prefer to not fake an orgasm with partners, since it only means I am cheating myself out of a good time. As I get older, I am less bashful about saying: Look, it's just not going to happen. Thanks for the pony ride, but save your quarter.
And apparently tests show what some of us have known all along, from Fisher again: Women tend to climax when they are relaxed, when they are with men who are sexually attentive, and with longtime committed partners...Perhaps this orgasmic fickleness is a mechanism women unconsciously evolved to distinguish a caring, patient Mr. Right from a cavalier, restive Mr. Wrong.
Same goes for men. According to author Philip Hodson, masturbation in men produces a less intense orgasm and less intense ejaculation than in making love, especially in mature men. "The 44-piece orchestra is missing. There isn't the same physical and emotional arousal or tension building."
Proof that all we want in life is a good cuddle, a good orgasm, and to have both with someone we care about.
Awwwwwww...
-H.
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I honestly can't think of one time that I've faked it.
If I'm not going to, I'm not going to. Doesn't happen very often, I'm a gimme at least two or three or I won't go to sleep yet kinda gal, but when it does, just leave me alone and give up instead of trying to cripple me
Posted by: melanie at February 05, 2004 12:09 PM (jDC3U)
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Ok, I´ve faked it. And probably for the same reasons women fake it. Getting older helped a lot, and assuming your likes/dislikes and limitations is a good step in the right direction. Kim Deal sang it: "I just wanna get along". Now for the "I didn´t fake it with Mr. Y" claim... sure?
Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 05, 2004 01:45 PM (wW77H)
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Awwwwww...indeed. Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 05, 2004 02:23 PM (d1/R9)
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Helen, you and I have quite a bit in common: the name of a greek beauty, we both had faked it at one time or another with every guy until the current one, and we both had our first orgasm with someone called Kim.
This is getting spooky.
Posted by: helen at February 05, 2004 02:27 PM (QFwud)
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Helen-and we are both (or were both) drama queens...I was in theatre for years!
Miguel-I swear I have never faked with Mr. Y. Believe me-he would know about it, and it never behooves me to lie to him!
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 03:00 PM (AxjeU)
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I have never faked it. Several years ago I once boasted to two female friends and co-workers that no women had ever faked one on me. They had a great laugh and the story was retold at my expense at the next office happy hour. Flash forward 5 months. One of the two female co-workers and I start a relationship. After our first weekend of passionate lovemaking she said “Boy, I’m going to go tell Debbi (the other co-worker) that she owes you an apology.” I never did get that apology.
Alas, I can no longer say I haven’t had a women fake it. But that’s OK. My point is that men know when you’re faking it. (Assuming they have a clue.) On the other hand, if it’s all just about “putting it away” – then wtf do we care if you [really] get off?
Posted by: Clancy at February 05, 2004 04:12 PM (EGVPL)
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all i can say is, thank god/goddess/whatever for orgasms. :-)
um, yeah, and that helen fisher...smart lady.
Posted by: kat at February 05, 2004 04:59 PM (FhSIP)
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As a guy, I tried to fake it one time with my wife but she didn't buy it. ; ) The obvious end result of the male orgasm just didn't occur. I just wonder how many guys have times when they maintained erections without being able to climax.
My wife and I have come up with some pretty interesting ways to achieve orgasm. Our current favorite "atmosphere" is with the lights on or in front of a window during a full moon, which happens to be occuring now. Woo Hoo!
Posted by: Tee at February 05, 2004 05:25 PM (YF2Uq)
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OR, vice versa Tee-how many guys have been able to climax while not fully at attention? And it sounds as though you are into exhibitionism, sir
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 05:36 PM (kwhM3)
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Helen, Is there any topic that you just plain won't touch? I never know what I'm gonna find here. You make me smile.
Posted by: Marie at February 05, 2004 05:48 PM (PQxWr)
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Marie my dearest (and best photographer I know)-the only thing I won't discuss here is religion and politics. That, since I feel both topics are best discussed in a person-to-person environment, since both get heated quickly.
Otherwise, anything is fair game!
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 06:00 PM (qHrh2)
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Your loyal, male followers ((read:unbangable nice guys) re-read:me) are still reeling from having our/my our collective hopes of ever bedding you dashed by yesterday's post. Do you seriously think all you have to do is mention the word clitoris a few times (Mmmmmm... sweet minge)... wait, where was I? oh yeah... and we're back on your band wagon?! I think not.
Now kindly post about some deeply troubling issue so we can revert to our nice guy/milk-toast role of emotionally (read:no chance in Hell of physically) comforting you.
Tearfully, PC
Posted by: Paul at February 05, 2004 06:28 PM (bWfDG)
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I honestly HONESTLY have never faked it! The way i see it is;
1) i am a crap liar
2) if i want sex to 'improve' or i want to have an orgasm with this man in the near future i need to let him know what works and what doesnt, making him believe everything we have ever done works is cutting off my nose to spite my face!!
3) Faking is an effort ; )
abs x
Posted by: abs at February 05, 2004 06:29 PM (lnpfn)
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Orgasms with a partner are way more potent than self administered ones. There's so much more sensation. Lips, hands, muscles clenching, (give me a minute here...)
Where was I? Oh, yeah! The biggest reason why orgasms with somebody else are more potent is the element of surprise. With self service you always know what's happening. No surprises ever. With a partner, even one you've been with for a long time, you never know just when that vagina's going to clench up on you or when you'll get that low throaty moan coaxed out or when she'll run her fingernails down your back. Those unexpected things are powerful stuff.
To put it another way, if you go to the salad bar you're going to get exactly what you take. If you order at the table you might get more croutons or some shredded cheese that just blows your mind. Even the prepacked ones from the drive through have an element of mystery to excite you.
Posted by: Jim at February 05, 2004 06:36 PM (IOwam)
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Paul-I love nice guys, too
Abs-I believe you-and so consider me eating humble pie on my statement that all women have faked it.
Jim-never have I found myself craving a salad so hard in my life! Damn...
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 06:48 PM (PLpOQ)
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Okay, yeah, I've faked it. Not for a number of years, but still. Mostly it was back when I was young enough to not know how to 1) ask for what would have *worked*, and 2) didn't know my body well enough. As for that first orgasm...age 9, baby. Under the bath tap.
I'm pretty sure that some of the men knew I was faking, but I'm equally sure that they didn't care! These days nobody's faking in my bed - in one of the great injustices of the world, I'm now one of those women who can sort of plan their orgasms. I come on average 3 times each session, and almost always come right after he does. I think it's from so many years of being with someone who practically never orgasmed, so that now the boyfriend finishing is so fucking SEXY to me that I just go over. It rocks.
(thinking happy thoughts about tomorrow night now, thanks Helen!)
Posted by: Kaetchen at February 05, 2004 06:58 PM (1nMRx)
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No problem, Kaetchen
You deserve happy thoughts!
And the bath tap thing? I tried that, but the only thing that happened was I got water-logged.
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 07:00 PM (PLpOQ)
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Not bad. I could beat that 6 in 30min mark...
Posted by: pylorns at February 05, 2004 07:26 PM (FTYER)
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If you do, take digital pics, pylorns! We need PROOF!
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 08:25 PM (keskr)
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WHAT?!?! No politics or religion?! Those are the two best topics! You're correct that they can get heated in a hurry.
Although, I've found I can have far better discussions with my brother-in-law via e-mail than in person. In person he interrupts me and goes on long monologues, and I can't get a word in edgewise. Apparently he doesn't have to stop talking to breath like the rest of us.
It's quite impressive to see someone talk for 10 minutes with no break at all. Annoying, but impressive nonetheless.
Posted by: Solomon at February 05, 2004 08:58 PM (fi5qC)
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I have faked them in the past but for woman I think its a lot easier to get away with it.
I always wondered why God was so cruel as to not allow most men to enjoy multiple orgasms. But I guess in the whole balance of the universe sort of way it all evens out.
Drew
Posted by: Drew at February 05, 2004 09:00 PM (K/rfM)
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The only time a guy "might" be able to pull of faking it is if the woman is, shall we say, already riding the wave. I think that's the only way a guy could do it since she would be preoccupied.
That is, unless she's already faking it. But then she probaly wouldn't care, right?
Tried this with the wife once and it worked. (I think)
Hey! Send Luuka this way!
Posted by: Dave at February 05, 2004 11:46 PM (a16BY)
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I swear, you can write on just about ANY topic and make it entertaining. NOT that I don't find orgasms entertaining, normally.
I like to think of myself as an ''attentive lover'' and I think I have the proof in that quite a number of my exes still wanted to 'do the deed' after we ended the romance. I must've been doing something right.
Posted by: James at February 05, 2004 11:58 PM (0SrUW)
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I don't know about exhibitionism, but I've always been a voyeur of sorts. Absolutely one of the biggest turn ons I experience is watching my wife's face while she has an orgasm. She has probably faked it, but the convulsing in her vagina pretty much lets me know it's for real.
Either that, or she's doing a really good job of squeezing. : )
Posted by: Tee at February 06, 2004 12:23 AM (YF2Uq)
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I used to fake it...but then i too realized that if you fake it they think what they're doing is the right thing, and it's not. I stoped faking, made them start trying. This has led my current partner to try new things and multipules have become the norm. Which rules.
And that thing about the bath tap? It works. That and jacuzzi jets. And those shower heads you can take of the wall and have the massaging option. Excuse me, i'm going to go jump in the tub...
Posted by: Laura at February 06, 2004 01:54 AM (chZ3U)
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I've never faked it either. In fact when I first heard of faking it I was like, WHY?!? But that's because I've always orgasmed, starting with losing my virginity at 15.
I can understand the hookup politics of faking it, but I can't see myself ever going there. I'm not really the hookup type. In a relationship? No way. Like Laura says, you have an educational responsibility. Do it for yourself -- and every other girl he'll have after you.
Posted by: Sedalina at February 06, 2004 04:31 AM (eKujN)
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"How many guys have been able to climax while not fully at attention?"
Well, I know of at least one...
As far as faking it, I never did, and I'm reasonably sure my wife hasn't either, but then, almost all of her orgasms are from manual/oral stimulation, which makes it harder to fake it convincingly, I'd think.
Besides, what would be the point in a long-term relationship?
Posted by: Gudy at February 06, 2004 04:40 PM (wu6ug)
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Six times in 30 minutes?!
Damn. My personal record was five times in about two hours. I begged off a sixth attempt.
I subsequently married her BTW...
Posted by: Desert Cat at February 07, 2004 07:07 AM (c8BHE)
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I think once you've given a woman a proper orgasm, you will forever know the difference between a fake one and a real one. The constriction, the wetness, the spasms in her low stomach, and her reaction of course.
Posted by: Almost Lucid (Brad) at February 09, 2004 06:47 PM (ORtG/)
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Fantastic information. Now I don't have to read the manual!
Posted by: Denny at May 12, 2004 03:51 AM (mTlK4)
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I've heard the male orgasm described, fairly accurately in my opinion, as "pissing roman candles."
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February 04, 2004
The Good vs The Bad
In light of my sudden hankering for Kiefer Sutherland, I thought I would put aside my extremely mental worries and concerns about my visa and write about something that Best Friend brought up.
Why do women go for bad boys?
Best Friend is a good boy (er...man). He is nice, sympathetic, worries about the woman's needs, etc. Yet somehow he never seems to get the girl. Which leads me to think about the 4 men in my life that consitute my closest friends and (in a tribute to the comments discussion yesterday), I will say this: they are all men, and not one of them am I sexually interested in. And they are not sexually interested in me, either. All 4 of them I met at work and quickly became friends with, all 4 of them have had turbulent or non-existent love relationships...and all 4 of them are good guys.
First off-what constitues a good guy versus a bad boy? Using the two objects of my lust, John Cusack (a good guy) and Kiefer Sutherland (definitely a bad boy), let's compare. Again, these are just my observations and are very generalized-there are men that cover the spectrum in both examples, I leave it to you to illustrate what I've missed.
Good Guy (John Cusack):
Well educated.
Attentive.
Sensitive.
Concerned about the female well-being.
Hyper-conscious about right versus wrong.
A good listener.
Someone who you can take home to mom.
Someone whom you can ask to go to 7-11 in the middle of the night when you simply must have Cheese Doodles.
Someone you can share your demons with and have them hug you and try to help you.
Bad Boy (Kiefer Sutherland):
At some point, he's been broken. Big time.
Smokes, drinks, or both. And not just socially.
Has a few tattoos.
When you tell him how you've been hurt, he nods and pushes the bottle of tequila closer to you.
Is sensitive, but unable to talk about it.
Is sexually adventurous.
Again, these are stereotypes. I mean, I would have said Partner Unit is a good guy, but then good guys don't have tempers like he has. And Kim I would've said was a bad boy, but he didn't drink, smoke, or have tattoos and he was educated. But Kim was very fucked up himself over the death of his first love, and he was also a paranoid gun freak. He had an AR-15, a few .9mm, and a very impressive and shiny shotgun. I think he counts as a very bad boy.
Good guys make the best friends. They are warm, loving, and understanding creatures. They can talk about their problems, and let you talk about theirs. And as Roger said, if they are comrades-in-arms at work, even better-not only are you friends, but you have people to help you fight your corner no matter what.
I find friendships with men (in general) more satisfying than friendships with women, as we are not competing and men (in general again) are quick to forgive and move on. On the other hand, women are good for gabbing to about problems unique to women. I can't possibly have a discussion with Best Friend, for example, on how dry and rough a tampon feels after Day 4 of my period, mostly since he never has had a cotton cork stuffed up him and so has no basis for comparison.
I think there is one thing that makes women go for bad boys, and it is thus: they are broken. Women (in general) like to fix broken things. We are all-nurturing, earth-mother, blah blah blah. We see a broken boy and think: Right. I can help him. I can heal him. I can restore him back to a loving, perfect being.
Ri-ight. The truth is, when someone is broken, no one can try to fix them. They have to be fixed over time and of their own volition. I should know-I am broken, and the only one who can fix me is myself, with munitions support from the Man in the Armchair twice a week (aka my therapist).
I think the same works in reverse-good guys like bad girls. Bad girls are projects to fix, souls to save. They have had rough lives, and good guys want to be the ones to provide them with good ones. Also, I have noticed one resounding theme: bad girls make good guys feel alive. You are with a free spirit, one who says what she thinks, does what she wants, cultural norms be damned. She makes the air more vibrant, the taste more succulent, and your adrenaline pounce.
Plus, she's into al fresco sex.
Something else that attracts women to bad boys-they make us feel safe. Picture it like this: who would you prefer to be facing a mugger with: Colin Firth or Bruce Willis? Colin (whom I also am keen on) would hand over his wallet, eyes downcast, and speaking slowly. Bruce would (in the movies, anyway), try to fight his way out of the situation, or at the very least have a snappy comeback as he handed over the goods. Bad boys make women feel like they will protect them, save them, and should the world end, be the ones to help keep them alive in our post-apocalyptic society.
It appeals. You know-all that rippling testosterone.
These are generalizations, perhaps, but just meant to show how I see the world. The thing is, my first crush on John Cusack appeared years ago in a little-known movie called "Fat Man and Little Boy". He's a nuclear scientist that gets the fuck irradiated out of him when he saves the whole desert from a possible nuclear melt-down. All this, and he secretly loves nurse Laura Dern, too.
What a good guy.
I stayed with Johnny boy throughout his career-crushing him even more after "Grosse Point Blank", where he finally becomes a bad boy. Then I really crushed on him.
So what's up with Kiefer? Perhaps it's as Dane said-I just have a new cast of characters in my life, so I have new dreams. Or perhaps it has to do with watching a lot of "24", including the making-of disc where Kiefer stage fights a stuntman and they show off his luscious tattoos on his upper arms (umm...give me a minute here, ok?)
Whew...ok. Kiefer is definitely a bad boy and definitely broken. I checked out his stats: dropped out of school at 15. Married 3 times. Publicly dumped at the altar by one of my least favorite actresses. Lives on a ranch alone. Reformed alcoholic.
Yup. Bad boy.
So if you want to score right away, become a bad boy/girl. It's a simple as that. Otherwise you get moved into the "Friend" or good guy/woman scenario, and you will stay there while the object of your affection gets burned by someone else. However-you can be there to help clean them up afterwards, to hold them and cuddle them and fix them. And when you are there, at some point, the woman/man may realize how loving you are.
And you're in. If you're patient, that is.
The truth is, after a woman is burned by a bad boy, she goes to the good guys. I know it may make you feel like a consolation prize, but the truth is, it takes a woman to get burned to realize that we can't change a guy. We can't heal him, we can't help him. All we can do is follow our heart and hope it takes us in a good direction. It's the same for men-you have to suffer through the emotional firestorm that is a bad girl before you know you want a good woman. Someone calm, stable, and loving in an "I-don't-hate-myself" kind of way. And maybe those of us who have loved a bad girl/bad boy look at the sunsets just a little bit differently, maybe we remember the wild love that we had with a bittersweet smile, but at the same time, we look at our good men/women with a loving and nurturing smile.
-H.
PS-And Mr. Y...anytime you want to get that tattoo, that will be fine with me.
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I did the "bad boy" thing. Sure, they're fun when you've no responsibilities but when push comes to shove, I'll take a "good guy" to fight the daily battles that is Real Life.
And teach him how to be bad.
Mwheh.
Posted by: margi at February 04, 2004 11:35 AM (kpNlZ)
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Luuka's off to Thailand now! Yay!
Completely off topic, but had to say it.
Posted by: Simon at February 04, 2004 11:47 AM (FUPxT)
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That lucky cow.
Ahhh...Thailand. Boy do I have some luscious memories of Thailand
Posted by: Helen at February 04, 2004 11:49 AM (liqoL)
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it's the same with bad girls... bad girls are way hotter than good ones
Posted by: melanie at February 04, 2004 12:00 PM (jDC3U)
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... so helen, f you had to pick a hat, what would it be: are you a good or bad girl? Just wondering
. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 04, 2004 01:10 PM (wW77H)
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I think I am a bad girl trapped in the body of a good girl.
Or something like that
Posted by: Helen at February 04, 2004 01:12 PM (Qjb3P)
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You need to read Dostoyevski.
Start with "Notes from underground"
Posted by: leon at February 04, 2004 01:31 PM (oJPay)
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I am a god girl but broken, does that make me desirable too?! he he
Helen, while Kiefer is a baaaad boy, in 24 he is trying to do the 'right thing' maybe this appeals to you aswell?
Abs x
Posted by: abs at February 04, 2004 01:43 PM (lnpfn)
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Um, i meant GOOD not GOD, i am afraid i am not that good!
abs x
Posted by: abs at February 04, 2004 01:44 PM (lnpfn)
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Hey, I thought you didn't believe in Nice Guy Disease. I'm telling Don!
Myself, I'm a confirmed good guy married to a reformed bad girl. I came close to getting married to a bad girl several years ago. Boy am I glad now that she scuttled that relationship.
Posted by: Jim at February 04, 2004 01:56 PM (fkewd)
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Abs is right-the bad boy trying to reform and do good-while saving the world-is likely what does it for me. Definitely.
And Mr. Y gave a "hell no" to the tattoo idea.
Posted by: Helen at February 04, 2004 02:31 PM (zDKJT)
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Not sure if I'm considered lucky for this or what. I wanted a good guy and got one, now after 2 years of being with him I realize he has quite a few bad boy tendencies, plus he's good with his fists and not at all afraid to use them (the whole protected part). I'm still trying to figure out if this means he's a reformed bad boy or a reformed good boy
Posted by: Amynah at February 04, 2004 03:14 PM (tqQaS)
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A friend once told me, "We're the kind of guys girls want to marry not date." Girls seem to want to date bad boys but marry nice guys. That's great, now that I've ended up with super-model Mrs. Solomon, but it wasn't much consolation during the high school and college years.
Posted by: Solomon at February 04, 2004 03:34 PM (fi5qC)
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Well, H, as usual you have hit the nail on the head again!
I asked a girl the other day, 'What's the difference between a good girl and a bad girl?' Her answer was:
'Good girls go to heaven but bad girls go wherever they want
'
That's the same as saying to a guy, 'this car goes really fast ...' ... you want it! (or at least want to test-drive it!!)
So are bad girls really a bad idea, or, like salt licorice, are they something that you should at least try once?
Posted by: Best Friend at February 04, 2004 04:52 PM (tdh2z)
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I had a crush on a cute bank teller back in the days of meager deposits from part time work while going to school.
A word to the wise; don't have a crush on someone who has first hand knowledge of your true status in this world:-)
Posted by: Roger at February 04, 2004 05:00 PM (KjAok)
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Congradulations on figuring out what we men have known for years! Well, most of it anyways. Girls do not want to date "nice" guys. They find them boring (and not without reason.) They may want to marry a guy who is all sweet and attentive, but if they only date the assholes...guess who she's going to end up marrying? There are two sides to this tale.
So, boy grows up. He's taught endlessly to respect women and be sensitive to their feelings and work hard to win over their hearts. He comes of mating age and guess what? The girls aren't going for him, despite following everything he's been taught. The flowers and chocolates and sensitive words are falling on deaf ears. No, they're going after the ne'er do well down the street, the one with the ratty hotrod who stands her up more often than not. He probably becomes friends with a great many women, hoping, praying, waiting for that one day that she will come around and get tired of getting stood up and yelled at endlessly. But it never happens.
Meanwhile, girl chases guys with long hair, tatoos, drinking problems and an abusive tongue. Each time she gets burned she goes back to Dear Friend and cries on his shoulder. "Why can't I find a guy like you?" she says. And each time Ne'er Do Well comes back, pledging to change. She believes him for no greater reason than the fact that she really wants to believe him. And she takes him back. Eventually, she convinces herself that his screaming and throwing stuff is out of character for him. Oh, he's only like that when he's been drinking, she'll say, ignoring the fact that he drinks more than not. I deserved it, she'll think. I should have known he hates pot roast. Gradually she accepts this life as her lot, and they live not-so-happily ever after.
Meanwhile, Nice Guy is off on the sidelines holding secret a love for her that she could not possibly fathom. And she has absolutely zero physical attraction to him, because there is just no challenge there for her.
Love songs are never written about nice guys. I watch this cycle happen every single day, and every single girl insists it's not her that I'm talking about.
Posted by: sean at February 04, 2004 05:16 PM (Tsgvl)
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I have a whole theory on this, and it's true by my life, so it must be true for the rest of the world (as it's all about me, dammit--didn't you get the memo?).
Women go for bad boys because they don't threaten a woman's self worth. If Jane goes out with JohnnyBad and it goes sour, Jane's self worth isn't damaged because JohnnyBad was bad from the start and not worthy of her.
However. If Jane takes a chance and goes out with BobbyGood, and for whatever reason, that relationship turns sour, Jane's gonna wonder why the fuck she can't keep a good man around. What's wrong with her? She's not worth a good guy? Why did BobbyGood leave her? It might have nothing to do with her at all, but being the self-deprecating creatures we are, we tend to think everything is our fault.
Dating a good guy is a much greater risk for personal failure. Dating a bad guy is a risk for failure altogether, but not one that can be blamed on the woman.
Yes, it's a fucked up logic. But I think it makes a lot of sense.
Posted by: Sarah at February 04, 2004 05:19 PM (7wzrX)
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How about this one? Know when to be either because, after all, you want both. Simple. Done. End. Fini. F-off & Thank You
Posted by: AnonymousKyle at February 04, 2004 05:42 PM (blNMI)
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Hey! Sarah, I think your on to something. I never thought of it that way, but it makes sense. Food for thought today. I've not thought in terms of good/bad girls/boys but more in terms of social position, money, power, competition, etc. And where families control who meets who.
A girl I knew, was dating a guy from a rich family and he was personally already a multi-millionare. Her mom had misgivings though and hinted thru my Mom that I should try for her daughter. My 7500 competing with 5,000,000? I don't think so! Besides I knew he was crawling thru the girl's bedroom window as if it were a rabbit hutch and also knew that if he found out about any attempt by me to take away his fun, some of his friends would pay me an unpleasant visit; I can fight but this one wouldn't have been fair. The girl probably never knew what unseen forces shaped the course of her life but her Mom's misgivings were warranted...
Posted by: Roger at February 04, 2004 05:55 PM (KjAok)
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My friends and I have been painfully aware of your point since we first noticed girls in grammar school and suddenly realized they'd have nothing to do with us. Girls Dig Assholes (read: bad boys).
btw - I find your consisent lack of acknowledgement of Mr. Cusack's work in High Fidelity most troubling. Not only is this one of his best movies, it also showcases the unbridled asshatness that is Jack Black. Oh, and the utter hotness of Lisa Bonet. Naughty kitty.
Now if you'll excuse me I have a sudden urge to go fantasize about, uh, re-read Belle de Jour and then go to the gun range.
Posted by: Paul at February 04, 2004 06:02 PM (bWfDG)
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Well written. Adds to the NGD.
Posted by: pylorns at February 04, 2004 06:20 PM (FTYER)
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Don't forget "Better Off Dead" and "Say Anything". Classic Cusack movies.
Posted by: Solomon at February 04, 2004 06:23 PM (fi5qC)
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Actually, Paul-I watched that one this weekend and loved it. Again. But the book was better.
Kyle-damn straight, I want both!
Sarah (and Roger)-I hadn't thought of that either, but I think you may be bang on. That way, when it doesn't work out, we shake our heads and say: Bad Boy. He can't be fixed.
Brilliant.
Amynah-run, my buiscuit, run. I am
Sean-brilliantly said. Well done...and, er...sorry.
Posted by: Helen at February 04, 2004 06:33 PM (ss/ja)
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I have no idea why I typed all that drivel earlier.
I don't think the "why" is anything more than, we think they're hot. A hot guy / girl can be a total assmunch and will still get some, because so many want them and people are willing to put up with their crap to get the cookie. An ugly person feels they have to be nice in order to make up for their other shortcomings. When people are meeting people, they're not going through all this deep rationalizaion: "oh, I can be with this person because x y and z." They think, oh, s/he's hot. I want him/her.
Posted by: sean at February 04, 2004 06:36 PM (Tsgvl)
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True enough Sean. A friend of mine always says, "You show me a good looking girl, and I'll show you a guy tired of putting up with her crap."
That applies to MOST good looking women (and men too)...super-model Mrs. Solomon is the exception to the rule.
Posted by: Solomon at February 04, 2004 06:47 PM (fi5qC)
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Personally, I think watching bad boys in the movies is great but I'd NEVER date one. I did that once, and it was very exciting at first but after a couple of months he just annoyed the crap out of me. I wanted to tell him to grow up and get over his bad self!
I love good guys who can pull out the bad boy persona sometimes...especially if it's all an act for my benefit. Very sweet.
And don't forget "Young Guns." Yes, I know, it's so VERY 80's, but Kiefer as a sensitive outlaw cowboy? Worth two hours of my time!
Posted by: Lesley at February 04, 2004 06:58 PM (haL4s)
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Nothing new said. I think I've been at both ends of the good boy/bad boy spectrum and I'm currently caught inbetween. I have a wonderful girlfriend that deserves the good boy, but there's this part of me that wants to revert back to the bad boy status. So far so good.
However, those feelings seem to be diminishing as I get older.
Pinche viejo! HA!
Posted by: AJ at February 04, 2004 07:51 PM (pou21)
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Funny, I never thought of it in the terms of being broken, but it's true in my life. I'm in love with my best friend of 6 years. It took having my bad boy breaking me first though, because Tom was always the "good guy."
Posted by: Del at February 04, 2004 07:58 PM (Ji3Dq)
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Women (in general) like to fix broken things.
You know, you may have something there. I remember a similar conversation I had years ago with a friend who said it was because the bad ones were "more of a challenge," and that didn't seem to describe my reasons for liking bad boys entirely . . . but the above notion, now, I think that might be more at the heart of it.
I quit trying fix broken people after one of 'em thanked me for my efforts by breaking my nose. Tends to cure you of that pasttime in a hurry.
And considering I'm sitting here contented after finishing a simple eggs-and-toast breakfast my boyfriend cooked for me, I'd have to say I'm through selling the good guys short.
Anyway . . . great post!
Posted by: ilyka at February 04, 2004 07:58 PM (fWA/L)
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You should read the ladder theory:
http://www.intellectualwhores.com/masterladder.html
Read the whole thing. It is amusing
Posted by: Chris at February 04, 2004 09:05 PM (PJL3+)
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Helen,
First, pass along a hats off to Mr Y and the just say no to a tattoo stance, I mean really, why try and decorate something that's already perfect? (the human body, not just his body, heh... I'll take heat for this I know).
the good girl/bad boy thing.... we can start with a copy of "Codependent No More", and some self help books on self esteem, add to that a simple understanding of cycles of abuse, and why people tend to stay victims, and how abusers can pick them out, and suddenly we have all the makings for a classic romance. May you live in interesting times.
What are "bad boys" anyway? People will say maybe good looking, comes across with a I don't care attitude, has other behaviors and traits that could be considered anti social, etc... fill in the blanks. We call it a bad boy, but if you really look, its someone with low self esteem, someone who, for whatever dark spot in their past, has not developed emotionally. They will tend to surround themseves with people of lesser intelligence, and social skills just to have a safety net, so they always have the upper hand.
As far as the "Good girls" chasing them I think Sarah hit on one reason it works out like that. Another is simple attention, If bad boy comes off as he doesn't care (because he probably doesn't know how to care), but shows good girl attention. maybe even a well practiced glimpse of his softer side, he is going to get the date. After all, his only competition is from a bunch of sensitive good guy wall flowers admiring her from afar.
I could never do the bad guy thing, my parents did too good a job making me think about how my actions could effect others, and not being ok with hurting people. On the flipside it took a long time to realize that being the good guy victim is no healthy way to live either. I think I will just cross both those groups off my list, file them under "broken people" (not your definition Helen) and go hang out with the semi-well adjusted boring people known as normies. I can make fun of their tattoos while they give me crap about my ratty hotrod =)
Dane
Posted by: Dane at February 04, 2004 09:12 PM (ncyv4)
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Thanks Chris, thats what I was going to mention and forgot, not sure how much of the ladder theory I agree with, but it is an amusing read
Dane
Posted by: dane at February 04, 2004 09:16 PM (ncyv4)
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I just like to think everyone (including me) is screwed in the head and no one REALLY wants to be happy. I mean, all your theories make more sense, but I like to keep it simple.
Posted by: James at February 04, 2004 09:31 PM (0SrUW)
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My fiance has some minor bad-boy tendancies, but his good-boy act far outweighs it.
He has a tattoo, has been broken, and is a real man. But he's also smart, sensitive, caring, and loving. He never leaves any doubt that he cherishes me.
Maybe there can be a balance between being boring and being irresponsible.
Posted by: cyberangel at February 04, 2004 10:37 PM (ruDmz)
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That by far is the best breakdown of Good Guy/Bad Guy I have heard yet. It rings so true because my friend was the "bad guy" and I was the "good guy".
I swear Helen sometimes I wish you write a book of your collection of writings
Now I go back to bed to recover from the flu.
Posted by: Drew at February 04, 2004 10:53 PM (K/rfM)
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My experience as a svengali relationship-maker will definitely add to this conversation.
Notes from experiment at work:
-Take co-worker who is a nice guy (kind of) who can't buy a date with solid gold bars.
-Tell him to grown scruffy beard. Grow out hair. never be totally clean-shaven.
-Wipe the smile off your face when you talk to a girl you like.
-Be stand-offish. Don't EVER show interest beyond a short conversation.
-When on the phone, interrupt. Also, be short. Always use profanity, even when talking to a good girl.
-Get angry. During one conversation a week with the object of your affection, start a small argument over something silly.
-Mention previous moments of crisis caused by your own short-comings...alcoholism, drugs, etc.
-Mention violent acts you have perpetrated, nothing towards women or children (of course). Only guys you have beaten to a pulp outside bars for no other reason than they looked at you wrong.
Conclusion:
-The mothertrucker took (some) of my advice and got several damn dates. But his niceness took over and he got dumped every time.
Oh yeah...you are more right than you know, miss H.
Posted by: Rob at February 04, 2004 11:22 PM (pL1ga)
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Hey...I would be honored if Luuka can visit me in East Texas when she finishes her visit with David in San Antonio...it would only be a trip across the state...lol
Posted by: Mitzi at February 05, 2004 04:21 AM (D+ixJ)
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I'm so good, it can't be bad.
Posted by: Guinness at February 05, 2004 04:44 AM (HUtSD)
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for all his bad boy stuff, keifer comes from good boy stock........his grandfather was tommy douglas, who got medicare started in this country. on the flip side, keifer grew up somewhere in saskatchewan...the cold would drive anybody to drink.
personally, i just can't take him seriously, bad boy or no. his dad on the other hand, is a rugged old hot guy. and probably bad.
Posted by: hilary at February 05, 2004 06:14 AM (58dWV)
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Del-did you get your best friend, or still waiting for it to come?
Rob-priceless summation of how to be a bad guy. Priceless. Best Friend-take note.
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 10:27 AM (CUNk/)
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Taking note:
Conclusion:
-The mothertrucker took (some) of my advice and got several damn dates. But his niceness took over and he got dumped every time.
Sounds like a great strategy, H ...
Posted by: Best Friend at February 05, 2004 11:07 AM (tdh2z)
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Just remember-don't be nice!
Posted by: Helen at February 05, 2004 11:20 AM (CUNk/)
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Is good and bad not a question of definition ?
The week before I married I was at the breakfast table with my future in laws. Her mother asked me how much relationships I had before her daughter. I counted the names on my fingers stopping with her daughter as the thirteenth.
Deadly silence.
New subject.
Since then, (we are married) I am counted as a bad or at least dubious boy in those surroundings. Slowly I get back into grace, mainly because their first grandchild is my son and that's a real charmer.
Posted by: augustijn at February 08, 2004 11:27 PM (SJzez)
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Unfortunately, many people equate being nice with being weak. I actually think it is the opposite. Most bad boys I've known are weak and narcissistic. That's why they seem so remote. Scratch the surface and there's not much there. Standing up for you? Only if it is in their best interest.
Posted by: mik at February 11, 2004 08:09 PM (pmVs7)
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Why are bad boys attractive?
Wrong question:
Why are attractive men such bastards?
Answer:
Because they can be.
Posted by: ray at February 11, 2004 11:18 PM (xmLon)
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This is something I've always wondered about myself. I once asked a female friend why women go for bad boys and she said "Because men are taught to go and seek out adventure in their lives. Women are taught that they have to have adventures through their men."
So far as the romance aspect of it goes, I'm one of those good boys. I'm always thinking of other people, I'm as generous as possible, and it's a matter of pride to be polite. Why am I like this? Because I'm desperate to avoid a confrontation. I'm a self defense instructor, and if anyone raises a hand to me they'd be lucky to make it to the hospital.
But, for some reason, being one of the deadlier men they're going to meet doesn't make an impression on women. They want tattoos and long hair and men who treat them like crap. Oh, well.
Good post, by the way.
James
Posted by: James R. Rummel at February 12, 2004 08:50 AM (85JOu)
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February 02, 2004
I Want You
Sitting on his lap, I feel so utterly secure and safe, as though we are the only people on earth, and should anything happen I am wrapped in the safest arms in the world. Curled on the couch in front of the fire, hazy and warm from a nice meal and a good bottle of red wine, I feel pure and utter contentment just resting there. It's cold outside the windows, and I hear the door shut as some of our last remaining guests leave-we were clearly craving some together time, just he and I. Thankfully, the guests got the message.
I feel his face hovering in the simple curve of my neck, and I reach out my left-hand and run it through his hair, marvelling not only at the thickness of it but at the shiny ring on my finger. A symbol of our commitment, our love, our desire to spend every minute inside of each other. Smiling, I take my other hand and caress his whiskered cheek, revelling in the coarseness of it.
He kisses the palm of my hand. He moves up my arm, kissing the inside of it, tasting the dip of skin in my elbow, up to my shoulder. He nuzzles his face into my neck, and starts to layer tiny kisses up and down my neck, to my jawline. I start to ooze with the electric current of those kisses and I melt on his lap. I tilt my head back to allow closer and deeper access. I feel my heart catch in my chest and my heartbeat explode, as little gasps escape me.
I lean forward and provide the complimentary-I take my lips and gently swish them on his earlobe, hearing him gasp in satisfaction. I smother his earlobe gently for a moment, and then proceed down his muscled and perfect neck, tasting the whiskers and drinking his scent. He takes a hand and smoothly lifts the bottom of my satin dress, easing the leg of it up so that it exposes the back of my leg, and the gartered stocking. He lightly slides one finger in between my leg and the satin strap of the garter, running his roughened finger on that stretch of skin shadowed by the garter. His touch makes me ache, but he goes no further nor any deeper than just those two inches of flesh. I am absolutely in heaven. I have never been touched so sensually or so lovingly in my life.
I continue kissing his neck and he nuzzles my shoulder, taking his other hand and just skimming it along the top of my nightgown, allowing the pads of his fingers to caress the skin just hidden inside. I sit up and head directly in for a hard, strong kiss, with only the slightest motion of tongue just over his lips, tasting the scent of red wine on the tip of his tongue. He removes his hand from my leg and my neckline and soaks them into my hair, holding my head firmly but gently.
Wanting more, needing more, I sit back and look at his face finally
...and it's Kiefer Sutherland.
I awake with a start, more than turned on and very embarassed, as I realize I have had my first ever erotic dream about a celebrity. I have clearly been watching too much of Best Friend's borrowed Season 2 of 24.
I have got to get that on DVD as soon as humanly possible.
-H.
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Hang on - surely there's a certain Mr. Cusak who would qualify as a celebrity. Don't tell me you haven't had dreams about
him.
Was there a clock running through the dream with an annoying dink, dink, dink everytime there was an ad break??
Posted by: Simon at February 02, 2004 08:39 AM (FUPxT)
Posted by: plumpernickel at February 02, 2004 09:04 AM (OIlZA)
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Simon-Thankfully, no horrible annoying clock. Man, am I glad for that fast forward button when I watched it!
You know, Mr. Cusack may well have been usurped. I am still analyzing all the details, but it is entirely possible I have a new number 1. After about 15 years of lust, no less!
Posted by: Helen at February 02, 2004 09:14 AM (oZc3X)
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LOL! I think I was disappointed in who it was!
Posted by: melanie at February 02, 2004 09:27 AM (jDC3U)
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Kiefer's voice alone give me the shivers. [and NOT in a bad way...] Such a sexy voice. Have a fine February. Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at February 02, 2004 10:57 AM (j56Re)
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I had a dream about Kiefer Sutherland once... different scenario though... fortunately.
Posted by: zeno at February 02, 2004 12:35 PM (UbMRd)
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Cusack usurped? This shatters my whole world view! Is water still wet? Does the sky lay like a soft blanket o'er the earth? How can I take these things for granted in this shaken state; my points of reference destroyed?
Tell me that his is merely a youthful flirtation, that the Great One will regain his rightful place! Methinks you had best put in that DVD of
Grosse Pointe Blank, dear lady, lest this tempestuous fling gain an unwholesome grip upon you.
Posted by: Jim at February 02, 2004 12:39 PM (fkewd)
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Hmm, you have got to find something comparable to lend me in return as Angel is not doing it for me!
Posted by: Best Friend at February 02, 2004 01:34 PM (tdh2z)
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I'm sorry Jim, but I really think that Cusack has been bumped to the number 2 spot, with Colin Firth sliding on down to number 3. Kiefer just really did it for me in the dream. And he has something that Cusack and Firth don't have-
-Muppet-like body hair.
The Cusack reign may be over. More analysis to come.
Melanie-whom were you hoping for?
Posted by: Helen at February 02, 2004 02:07 PM (I+ahF)
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You know, the problem with being in the Eastern United States is you don't get to be the first commenter. The first thing I thought of when I read this entry this morning was, "Man, John Cusack is going to be pissed." And I come to the comments and what do I find? Jim made the point about 8 hours ago! I feel so behind on the times.
I think a few doses of "Say Anything" followed by a few more of "Grosse Point Blank" will solve this little Kiefer problem your having, Helen. After all, how could Kiefer top this: "I don't want to buy, sell, or process anything, for a living. I don't want to buy anything sold or processed, sell anything bought or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, for a living."
Don't drop 15 years of lust and adolation over a fling! How would you like it if Jim suddenly said, "well, I read Ilyka once, so Helen's number 2?" I don't think so!
Posted by: Jiminy at February 02, 2004 03:59 PM (NPG5z)
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H,
I think Best Friend needs a little Alias love... and tissues, lots and lots of tissues. What?
Posted by: Paul at February 02, 2004 04:03 PM (bWfDG)
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I almost never remember what I dream about. Dreams like that never involded celebretyes, but close friends. Very strange and awkward... whats it about? Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 02, 2004 04:08 PM (wW77H)
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It's spooky Paul, but I was day-dreaming about her the other day (and a bottle of champagne and a tub of chocolate body paint) ... It turned out to be a dangerous thing to do in the middle of a meeting when I got called out called out by my manager (tankfully I had not been drooling ...)!!
Still, I'd happily climb over her to get to the woman who played Max in Dark Angel (I guess she has a lot of spare time on her hands now
Posted by: Best Friend at February 02, 2004 04:29 PM (tdh2z)
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THAT was an incredible twist! Did not see it coming! I can't think of any role Sutherland has played that was romantic or sexed up in a good way. Dreams can sure play tricks on you and so can Helen.
Posted by: Roger at February 02, 2004 04:49 PM (KjAok)
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OR, Helen's dreams sure can play tricks on everyone.
Freud would be so pleased.
Miguel-what does it mean? It means you need to watch "24", darlin'!
Posted by: Helen at February 02, 2004 05:03 PM (jLvnw)
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He's even better this yr as a drugged agent. Very sexy..lol
Watched the first two hr of this season then through in the towel. Will watch it on DVD.
Posted by: Drew at February 02, 2004 07:22 PM (CBlhQ)
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"you need to watch "24"" - sorry, whats that? Miguel.
Posted by: msd at February 02, 2004 07:49 PM (wW77H)
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I have a dvd burner.. hehehe
Posted by: pylorns at February 03, 2004 02:00 AM (FTYER)
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Helen, thanks for my 2nd good laugh of the day ... I really needed it. I was skimming along, thinking, "Oh, yeah, Helen's indulging in the soft porn stuff again, blah blah blah, whatever," and then at the end you got me! har har har har thank you.
Miguel, "24" is an American TV show, Kiefer Sutherland is a CANADIAN actor (well, he's likely actually an American himself, but his parents were both Canadian), and he's pretty darn cute. As I'm sure you are yourself--you seem like a sweet guy.
Posted by: frances at February 03, 2004 08:13 AM (2Cqzz)
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I had an intro to psych class years ago that touched on the whole dream interpetation issue. It was a real eye-opener to find out just how little we know about our dreams, why we dream, and what they might mean.
So after going over the 6 or 8 most accepted methods for interpeting dreams I settled on a favorite (whose offical name escapes me now), if only for its ability to give me a good giggle when you I try to apply it. This is the one that basically says everything in your dream is you, or a part of you. Even though you may recognise people in your dream,they are just there representing a part of your personality.
I seem to remember about 1/3 of my dreams, and trust me it can give you a real headache trying to figure out what part of your personality is best played by an Asian Elvis impersonator in a pink leisure suit with a cape.
Maybe this is a signal that you are moving on Helen, a new set of characters to deal with a different set of issues?
I think it best if I leave any further interpetation of this to you, I have not seen either actor in anything recent, besides, I am still working on why Elvis is stealing my appetizers!
Dane
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Posted by: Dane at February 03, 2004 11:51 AM (ncyv4)
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