Yearly Archives: 2009
The Truth Hurts
Some people are hurt by the things I say here. But I make no judgment; I only speak the truth, supported by the facts. So if someone is a stalker who blames her problems on the object of her attentions, or treats her son like a trained animal, or decides to charge friends and roommates for rides to the grocery store, and I document it here, I’m not the one who’s embarrassing them. They do that enough for themselves.
It’s like a documentary about the Holocaust. The filmmakers don’t need to offer an opinion that condemns it. The footage and testimonials speak for themselves.
Sometimes, the people who don’t like what I have to say are so delusional that they supply their own realities, perhaps because they don’t want to be at fault.
They don’t realize it’s the truth that hurts, not me.
Protected: Helpless Comparison, Part 2
Boxer Briefs
She bought me these boxer briefs. Calvin Klein, body cut, lightweight cotton construction.
Until then, all the underwear I had were plaid XS boxers from The Gap that I could only find online, or XXL from Gap Kids, decorated with rockets, and basketballs, and skiers. I didn’t think she’d find anything else that would work on my small frame.
So this is my first pair of boxer briefs, and they fit. My sexy underwear, she would call them. I guess it’s hard to find my other underwear sexy when it’s meant for those 7–14.
Five Year Timestamp, Revisited
On the last entry, my Uncle Joe posted this comment:
You’ve changed a lot. More mature, more stable, more tolerant. 5 years back, you paid more attention to your appearance, now you care more about what you do, what you observe. Now you’re a bit sloppy :)…and I like that. Your spending habit is so much different.
I don’t know what caused all that…work experience? Parents’ divorce? Love life? Tai Chi and Taoism?
The causes of my changes were too big to cover in the small box, so I said I’d cover them in their own entry. Here goes.
Therapy
One of the significant things my therapist helped me with was the ability to not sweat the small stuff. It took a few thought records for me to realize that there are things out of my control. I used to be really moody, where if a small detail didn’t go right, I’d get really grumpy. Now that doesn’t anymore, although I do occasionally have to remind myself of this idea, as it’s not a completely natural reaction (yet). This is probably what Uncle Joe noticed as me being “sloppy”, as I’ve stopped worrying about things going wrong, so a bit more carefree when it comes to details. Even Bronwen said she’s noticed the change.
I also had intimacy issues, where I’d push my girlfriends away if they got too close. I’ve since learned to let someone in, even if it means it may hurt me in the end, and there’s a great comfort to be had in knowing this. In figuring out what went wrong, and being given the hope that my future relationships won’t end due to my old intimacy issues, which I’m sure was buried in my subconscious before.
Taoism
Taoism has given me the same rough mindset as therapy, in terms of letting go of the little things that don’t go my way. But it wasn’t just due to the fact that things are out of my control, but also the idea that things don’t really matter. I’m still working on other tenets, like spontaneity and wu wei, but what I’ve been able to understand and apply so far has helped a lot.
When I’m having a bad day, I can go to the Tao Te Ching, find a verse that’s appropriate to my situation, and for some reason my heart finds such contentment in the words. Perhaps it’s even more than the individual tenets, and the fact that I now have something to believe in that brings comfort, stability, and happiness. A non-religious opiate, if you will.
Relationships
Having been through two good relationships with two good people, especially with the memories I have now, has given me a lot of satisfaction. Sure, they may have ended, but I never thought I’d be in a good relationship, probably because of my childhood with my parents, along with confidence issues. I think some people go their whole lives without ever having the sort of love that I did, or being able to experience the same wonderfully intimate moments. This has given me a contentment I wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else.

