I feel like my head is spinning in so many directions at
once I have a hard time seeing clear answers.
I can’t even tell for sure how many questions there are or which ones
are relevant or worthy questions or subsets of connected questions.
This therapy process is hard work. And then I wonder why is this necessary. Why do I have to figure all this out in order
to be happier in the future. I was happy
before. Pretty happy. Is it possible to be happier? Can I have that? On the continuum of relative happiness, where
was I before? And how much of that do we
have control over. On one hand, I
believe in “choosing your own mood.”
Choosing to be happy even when life serves you a raw deal. But if I follow that line of thinking to an
extreme, I think that potentially leads to a “blame the victim” mentality. If we are happy because we choose to be
happy, does that mean we are miserable because we choose to be miserable. What about when life gives you crap? And I don’t even mean my bourgeois problems
of self-absorbed, depressed, narcissistic husbands who up and quit all of a
sudden…. Though tangent, that’s not altogether a bourgeois problem. I say that because it isn’t ruining my life
in the same way that it would be another woman in another time and place in
history, but actually, it would have been thoroughly devastating to other women
in other times and places…. But anyhow, I’m thinking more like victims of fatal
illnesses or genocide or war or other horrific things. There is an ugly flip side to that “law of
attraction”/”choose your own mood”/”all we are in control of is our responses”
philosophy which hints that if life sucks, it might be because we weren’t
positive enough. Like the subtle
suggestion that eating organic food and living holistically will keep you from
getting cancer, so therefor, the people who get cancer must have been because
they weren’t eating organic food and being emotionally healthy enough.
But what does this train of thought have to do with me. So, as I explore myself and figure out how
I’ve been in relationship with others, I am struggling to find the nuanced
explanation that will allow me to understand how I attracted my spouse and was
attracted to him while also not being determinist. If I accept that there are qualities about
me that I need to work on that led to that relationship than it seems like I’m
also accepting responsibility for my life following the path that it has. And while we have to accept responsibility
for our choices, and it’s also healthy to examine patterns and see how those
patterns enabled certain events to unfold, taken to an extreme that becomes
determinist.
I don’t even know what I’m trying to see. I see myself writing nonsense and thinking in
circles, but I can’t get clearer.
And I’m too tired to write the dozens of pages that it would
take to spell out concrete examples which would help me make sense of it.
Random themes:
Feeling lonely…Noticing the pattern between highs and lows
in this current experience of mine… the high of the first day of school
today. Happy community, excited staff
and kids and parents, successful day. I
was ON. BUSY. In the center of it all. And then ALONE. The juxtaposition was hard. Thank goodness for going to a friend’s for
dinner. And I got to cook! Which I realize I like to do for people who
care about a meal and never get to really do anymore, since my boys don’t value
my cooking.
Thinking a lot about feeling vulnerable and how I have FOR
YEARS, protected myself against feeling vulnerable by justifying other people’s
behavior, from friends to family members to loved ones. By seeing the best in others, and generally
assuming that they have understandable reasons for their behavior that is
largely unrelated to me, I have, for as long as I can remember, allowed myself
to not feel hurt, or to get hurt very little.
It’s not that I don’t feel hurt at all, but I relatively quickly (from
instantly, to faster than usual, defined as “not being a grudge-holder”) get
over it.
So what are the ramifications of this behavior? How has that impacted my life? I’ve always thought that has impacted my life
positively, but I’m now questioning if life characteristics, if there have been
negative ramifications as well. Has this
prevented people from falling in love with me?
Why have so few men ever been attracted to me? How? Don’t people like positive people,
right? People don’t like woe-is-me
folks. I hate even having this inner
dialogue because it seems so self-pitying, which is abhorrent to me. But I also
feel the need to understand the cold hard truth. Why at 28 years old had so few men ever been
interested in me? And he hardly pursued
me. For God’s sake, I responded to his
personal profile. I practically threw
myself at him. Sure, he asked me on the
first few dates, and I agreed, but from them on, I guess the control was in my
hands. I didn’t see it as such, but I do
now. He didn’t object, and responded largely
positively, but in retrospect, passively.
I led from the get-go. I didn’t
realize it at the time.
And what good does it do to understand that and come to
terms with it? It seems like that’s
worthy of analysis, but I don’t know why?
What’s the lesson? Not to pursue
anyone ever again? It’s not like I had done
very much pursuing or had been pursued, either one.
Well, I’ve vomited nonsense here for 40 minutes, and still
don’t even know what my questions are.
Still don’t even know what the important themes are. All I know is that I must get to sleep or the
morning isn’t going to be pleasant with the boys.
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