Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Aggravated
I got home around 4:30. Steve said he'd call around dinner time to see if my family was still here. He knew I had a few errands to run. Finally called around 5:30 and said he'd be back here at 7. That didn't leave me with enough time to do laundry... or watch a movie. So I put all of today's photos on my computer, updated my blog and basically just killed time. At 7:15 he called and hadn't even left the house yet to take his son home. By the time he gets here it will be about 8:00 and there is no point in trying to get errands done. Needless to say I am a little aggravated right now. I just wasted the entire day as a result and it means that I don't get to relax tomorrow. I have to do everything then. I knew I should've just called a cab and gone down there myself.
He still wanted to try and get them done. I do not want to try and make it to FutureShop and Zellers with less then an hour before the stores close. For one, the stores are going to be busy and just aggravate me further. I'd be watching the clock and it just wouldn't be enjoyable. I used to work in retail so I know they don't want you there as the store is closing. Now I am trying to decide if I should start on laundry or just add it to the ever growing list of things to do tomorrow... like go shopping... go to the chiropractor... get my hair cut... I was hoping to have very little to do tomorrow so that I could feel like I had some time off. It was a nice thought.
So Steve should be here shortly and I have no desire whatsoever for him to be here. He's already pissed me off... can't he at least leave me alone for a while too? But no... Fanboy has to make an appearance... tell me all about his day... and just aggravate me further. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight just to escape.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
The Saga Continues
Found something else out that was quite interesting. Natasha became a performance coach and we talk on occassion. Steve was telling me that he helped her move and then she didn't talk to him for 6 months and didn't understand why. I found out the reason the other day. He asked her out on a date after helping her move. Hmm... guess that explains why she wasn't talking to him, didn't want to send the wrong message to him. But I guess he forgot that part of it.
I just wish I knew some way of getting rid of him. I don't even think a ring on my finger would do the trick. Mind you a shot gun wedding does have a certain appeal to it *lol* With a stalker around it's not like I can meet someone as it is. I pretty much stay at home these days... too scared to go out. If I go out and he knows where I am he'll just track me down... and hope I drink enough to take advantage of the situation. And he makes sure no guy will be within 10 feet of me. So the night ends up being a wash. Not to say I can't get myself into trouble when I am drinking alone 'cuz I do that quite well too. But a little freedom would be nice, just to be able to go out and actually have some fun once in a while. I'm trying to remember what fun actually is.
Any ways... time for me to get some food. The headache isn't quite as bad so I better grab something to eat.
"Just Stop"
"Just Stop"
Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life
Just stop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life
Step back a moment, and look at the miracle starting in our life
Don't stop the moment, and let the incredible happen knowing that
All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
To be the best in the world
Just stop with all of your little deliberate problems with my life
Enough of all the crippling, terrible pain we feel inside
Step back a moment, remember how the miracle started in our life
Take back the torment; I won't be enjoying this moment knowing that
All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
I know that
All that we want is to feel inside
Some kind of comfort
And all that we've done
We can hide
We'll be the best in the world
All I ever wanted was to be a real source of compassion
From the moment that we found ourselves drowning
All I ever wanted was to be a real source of compassion
From the moment that we found ourselves drowning
All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
I know that
All that we want is to feel inside
Some kind of comfort
And all that we've done
We can hide
We'll be the best in the world
We'll be the best in the world
Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life
Just stop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life
I grew up under the shadow that what I did was never going to be good enough... I still second guess myself, especially at work. Every conversation I have with my mom ends badly. I barely speak to her because I don't want the criticisms. If I want someone to insult me I do a good enough job on my own... I don't need someone else to do it for me. I guess I am reminded more of this song because I am going to be having dinner with my mom on Wednesday. Well that and the fact it's currently playing on the stero *lol* I'm still conflicted between cutting all contact and still trying to attain their approval... yet knowing it's hopeless. It's never going to change. No matter what I do it's never going to be good enough, for them any ways. It's sad when most of my life has been spent trying to prove them wrong. Even sadder that all I want to hear one day is "Job well done." There is nothing wrong with validation but it's hard when for so long you've believed the lie that it shapes who you are and you can't see the truth any more. You work so hard to prove yourself as worthy that nothing less then perfection is acceptable.
Heather
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Some People
The Sound of Silence
I've spent much of the day at home avoiding the madness and insanity in last minute shopping. I find I just get aggravated in crowds. Instead, I've been watching CSI and just relaxing. For the most part it has been working, except when the roommate/stalker is around. Now he just sets me off on a good day... I get annoyed when someone tries to come across as an expert in a subject when it is clear that they don't know what they are talking about. Even more so when they want to debate it with you. For the most part I am not one for small talk. Sme of that comes from the fact I am always thinking... or focused on something... and my brain has trouble processing conversations these days. I don't say much out of fear that deficit will show. But, at least with this individual... I also don't want to fake interest in the daily routine of their life. I didn't work today so I don't have much of an interest in the calls you had... Let me enjoy my day off. Nor do I care about his current thoughts on video editing. That is my area and I don't like to be second guessed... especially by someone that has no knowledge of what is involved. And as for asking me what I am working tomorrow... since the call center is only open 8 hours I am working the same shift as everyone else. Just stop talking, unless there is something useful to say... let me enjoy the peace and quiet.
"When you speak, your speech should have been better then the silence would have been" (Origin unknown)
Obsession Part 2
Heather
Friday, December 23, 2005
Exhaustion
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Song That Has Meaning
Pearl Jam
"Daughter"
you guys ready...
alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
young girl...violence...center of her own attention
mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
tries to make her proud
the shades go down, it's in her head
painted room...can't deny there's something wrong...
don't call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me...
she holds the hand that holds her down
she will...rise above...
don't call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me daughter, not fit to be
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me...
don't call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me daughter, not fit to be
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me...
the shades go down
the shades go down
the shades go, go, go...
'Tis the Season
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Sadness
Today was a weird day. I didn't get as much done as I would like to. I was only able to listen to one call... an hour and a half later... That was actually draining. Maybe it was the fact it was the first time I wanted to take over the call or hang myself with the phone cable. My own calls were okay, relatively speaking. Aside from the guy that wanted to know if the local Apple store was open and when I told him he'd have to call them back he told me I could "shove it up my a**" So other then him they were okay.
As I was writing my thoughts on Balance (see the post on my other blog http://chaordstudios.blogspot.com) I felt a little sad. 'Tis the season to be melancholy I suppose... at least when you don't want to see your family for the holidays. Or maybe it was the reminder that my life has been primarily chaos. When I think back to my childhood it pains me. I still have trouble getting angry with my parents. For as much as they hurt me there is still a sense of loyalty there. At the same time it has shaped me and my world view is a little skewed. It's also a large part of the reason I am afraid to have children. I do not want to repeat the mistakes of my parents. And now I'll end this with an illustration... a life lesson I wish my parents had learned.
"There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Obsession
From a legal standpoint someone who is intoxicated cannot give consent. I can drink until I have alcohol poisoning. I stop drinking when the bar closes. Might explain why I don't go out very often these days. I tend to forget these things called limits. There is no sense of reason left. While I may not appear intoxicated and can still hold a conversation I am still not in a position to be thinking clearly, or thinking at all. This is a large part of the reason I have an impending court case. Partially my own stupidity... but guess what... if I say no and pass out... that is not an open invitation. So for those people on the fence about that situation... I did not ask for this. Drugs and alcohol are not a defense on his part.
From a moral standpoint that's just wrong. If someone is drunk, guy or girl, it's just a bad idea all the way around. It it happens once okay fine... mistakes happen... bad call. But if you are looking for them to be drunk so that you can take advantage of the situation... what does that say about you?
What makes the entire conversation even more interesting is that the other day the same person tried to tell me the reason they don't get any dates is because of the nice guys who are out there. The ones he called rapists.... the wolves in sheeps clothing. I made the mistake of saying that I think Mike made a mistake and I don't think he meant for it to happen. This person then said he didn't believe that for an instance. Yet he has no problem with me being drunk so he can try and take advantage of the situation... a predator waiting for his opportunity. Which one is worse?
Looks like another sleepless night for me since I can't get this out of my head now. Just proves to me once again what type of person he really is. *Sigh* Still no way out of this situation. Three years and I still haven't found a way. Time to crawl back into bed and forget this nightmare.
Relaxation
I am finally starting to see some of the old me come back. Today, at work, I was much more relaxed then I had been. I wasn't paranoid and tried my best to avoid talking to certain people. I didn't want anything that would just bring me down. I even got 3 aces done which I did not think was going to happen. One of my agents was having a rough call so I just sat beside her and helped her with the call as much as possible and then stayed to make sure she was okay. That's as important to me as the aces are. What good is it if I am so focused on how the call went that I ignore the fact these are my agents and need help in other ways? Where would I be now if people hadn't taken the time when I needed someone? So overall it was a great day. :o) |
Broken Promises
Monday, December 19, 2005
Good Day
What made the day even better was the news that Dwayne had a full time job, in Oshawa. That relieves a lot of my stress since it means he has a job. More importantly, it means that he will not be staying here any longer. That sounds kind of harsh but I can only handle him in small doses. And I really didn'ty feel like I had any space at home. Nothing like feeling claustrophobic in your own home. Now if I could just find an actual roommate things would be even better.
I also got word that I should finally be getting my XBox 360 this week... just in time for Christmas. Even though I am not a gamer I am still excited about that. Finally some good news in my world.
And it is almost 2006... 2005 was such a stellar year I can't wait for it to be over. But for now... bed time for me. I have to work in the morning.