Sunday, August 30, 2009

Nonsensical

I've been mulling over these thoughts in my head for days now. But the words? They will not gel, they will not form a coherent thread. They jump all over the place, from thought to thought. All connectedly unconnected and coherently incoherent.

It's like how when you first wake up from a dream and everything makes sense but then 5 seconds later the world makes less sense and you didn't write down the answers to the questions you didn't know you had. But now you have them! If you could only remember.

It's like how a problem has a totally theoretical solution. It can be fixed in the abstract. But sometimes when you apply the solutions that should work they just make everything more of a mess.

It's like how sometimes things just fall into place. Like putting together a puzzle and you searched and searched for that one piece of blue sky with the slight grey on the one edge and the slight green on the other and suddenly there it is right on top in a place you looked 1,000 times. And it makes no logical sense that those pieces weren't there before and it makes even less sense that they are there now.

It's like how sometimes things are just easy. You say all the right things or maybe the wrong ones but it doesn't matter because you are saying them. And all that matters is that moment, not what came before or what comes next.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Trying

Every time I sit and stare at this blank page I think about how hard it is to start again. I think about how many thoughts and feelings and ideas I have to fill up this space, about which blip of conciousness I am going to choose to share, about how many moments I choose not to share. I think about how much easier it seems to close the window and make this blank page go away.

I have learned, over and over again it seems, that shutting my eyes and pretending doesn't freeze time, doesn't make the pain less painful, doesn't make the happy less joyous, doesn't mean things won't change. I am still learning this, still blindly hoping that the good moments will freeze and the bad ones will fast forward on by ... all the while acknowledging that without those bad moments I would not have grown, would not be the person that I am becoming.

I think in some ways I have always felt a little bit like expressing myself here was a bit of a cop-out, a way of avoiding expressing myself in person. I didn't (and don't) want anyone that I care about reading something here and thinking "I really wish she would have told me that she felt that way". I don't want this to be the crutch I use when I am too scared or nervous to say something face to face. That being said, I don't want to feel like I shouldn't write because I am scared that what my stream of conciousness brings to the paper will be a major revelation. I am going to work on trying to balance those two extremes.

I have been thinking a lot about friendships lately. About why some people stay in my life and why some people fade into the background, about why some friendships are ok with long gaps of not talking and others need daily attention, about how some people know me on a deep level and others know me on a totally superficial one and how sometimes it seems totally backwards that the people who know me deeply (or have the potential to know me deeply)are who they are.

I have been re-connecting with people from my past over the last month or so and that has left me pondering how much I have really changed over the last 10 or so years. I know that I have changed, I know that I am not the same person that I was when I went to camp or when I spent time in University courses with these people. But I am starting to think that it is not so much that I have changed on a fundamental level but that I have changed in how I express those values and ideals that I have always had. I guess what I mean is that the core of who I am is not different, but my level of acceptance of myself and my ability to stay true to myself has changed. I am less likely (although it is not out of the realm of possibility) to do something or say something just to fit in. I am trying to mean what I say and say what I mean. With an emphasis on the trying.