Auditions went well. I don’t have any idea if I got a part, but I’m pretty sure that I’ll not get Valentine. Valentine felt like such a perfect role for me right now since he’s in love, gets banished, accepts that he must give up his love, but in the end is united with his love.

There’s a clown role, Lance, which I might get, and seems like fun. I can think of several things I would do with it given the chance that would be pretty funny.

During the readings I noticed the anti-semitism in the play more than I’d ever noticed before in other plays. I bet it was there the whole time and I just skipped over it. I think that I would want to ask to avoid some of the lines where that’s what’s written if I was involved.

Anyhow, of course, the whole way home, I’m wishing that I could talk about it with A.

I’m still having trouble eating. I tried to eat before going, but could only manage one slice of toast. When I got back, I had just as much trouble. I had some of the chocolate soy milk, some juice and as much soup as I could stand, which wasn’t much.

My mother is seeing her doctor tomorrow and she’s going to see if I can get in as a new patient. Maybe there’s something to the whole seratonin thing. At least it isn’t prozac or lithium, but I’m still weary. A. made me promise to be sure, but there’s really no tests they can do. Essentially, the test is that it works or it doesn’t.

Maybe if I can get over the first bit, the depression, then I can work on all the rest.

I really need to talk with my father about what happened with his girlfriend, T. I have these memories which I think have been a big part of the problems that I’ve had with sex: my feelings of inadequacy and trouble joining sex with love properly.

I have these memories of a conversation with T when we were alone. I told her that I loved her, and she was taken aback by this. I suppose I was around 9 or 10 perhaps, and she was probably 18 or 19. She protested that it would never work, since I wasn’t very old and my penis would be so small. I argued that I wasn’t that much younger and besides I could use my hands and things.

I remember having my hand down her pants and my mouth on her nipple through her shirt. I remember how hard it was to move my hand in her tight jeans. I remember feeling her get wet as I struggled to please her with my hand. I vaguely think that she reached down to play with my penis, but gave up trying. This went on for a little while, and then I remember my dad coming home, catching us, sort of.

She protested that nothing was happening, but he stated that he could see what was going on. She tried to mollify my dad, but he made her go.

I think that’s when my dad started to talk to me about how one shouldn’t have sex without being in love. I think it’s around this time that I started to try to masturbate myself. It’s from that point on that I started to play with myself almost every day. After I matured some more and started to be able to ejaculate, I was masturbating more than once a day.

I think there’s where a bunch of my feelings of inadequacy and fears of being too small started. I was told I was too small at a point when I had, essentially, my first sexual experience. Of course, I was 9 or 10 when that happened and I was a late bloomer, but I think that whole experience has stuck with me.

So, then the question becomes whether it’s a real memory or not. I suppose, in a way, it doesn’t matter if it was real or not, but I want to try to find out. It’s something about which I’ve never talked to my dad.

I’m sure that having a really smart kid can be challenge enough without having to deal with finding him and one’s own girlfriend in a sexual embrace.

I have a lot of anger over the way things went with my dad. It’s hard to trust happiness, which in a way is always just a promise, when that promise is always broken. There’s also some cynical distrust of happiness, that perhaps happy people are misguided or aren’t very deep thinkers.

I also know that I’ve a lot of problem with trying to accomplish things, since I learned that no matter how much I did, or how hard I tried, that what I did do would not be good enough. Rather, it was good enough, but “could have been better” if only I had tried harder. If nothing is great, no matter how much effort is applied, then why bother spending time doing anything that’s difficult or boring or likely to fail?

I guess that means that I learned helplessness when it came to success. No matter what I did, I wouldn’t be seen to have been successful by my mother.

Then there’s the fact that I grew up knowing that my mother hated my father, and that I was uncomfortably like my father to her in many ways. So, my father, the closest mirror of myself as an adult, was a failure and not loved, and constantly failed to follow through on happiness promised to me.

Well, I’m going to hang out with Joey tomorrow, and then go to the callbacks for the play tomorrow. I’ll now by the end of the day tomorrow whether I’ve got a part or two. I guess it’s going to be an ensemble like it was with Romeo & Juliet, which could be fun, and there may be some cross-gender roles too.

I didn’t hear from Michael tonight. Maybe I will tomorrow. I really hope we do something this weekend. I’m almost desperate to get more in shape at this point. I’m really hoping that if I get in shape, then I will not have so much trouble with being grumpy when doing stuff like hiking and things. I need to break that part of myself, or at least come to terms with it somehow. I need to not constantly find something to be grumpy about in everything that I do.

Maybe that’s the depression, but maybe it’s something deeper. It was definitely one of the symptoms, being irritable.

Current Music: John Lee Hooker & Jim Morrison – Roadhouse Blues

Looks like there’s a couple good leads for Openbook. The Allen people are seriously looking to help underwrite the 4 library pilot program that we’d arranged with the state. There’s noise from the Ford people, and NLM too again.

It was a good project and probably the best job I’d ever had, really. I sure complained about it a lot though. I’m such a whiner. I really really have to work on that part of my personality.

The silence is like thunder

Last night, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted for dinner until I realized … I wanted a salad. I went to the store and bought a bunch of fixings for a salad but it wasn’t nearly as good as the salads that A. makes.

While at the store I talked with one of my little brothers and he was asking questions about why there’s two political parties, and what I thought about stem-cell research, and questions about the ways computers might think like humans someday. That was pretty cool.

I started to talk to him about why meat isn’t necessarily as good for him as he might think. When he talked about doing experiments on animals to use animal brains to create machines that could sense things, I talked about why animal testing might not be such a good thing either.

Talking to my mother, she was concerned that I wouldn’t have my necessary stuff since I packed up in a hurry, but I was able to say that I had my important things with me. I started to tell her about the strategy of storing things I wasn’t using first which A. and I figured out when we moved to university place together.

Last night the silence here was like thunder. I started to have what I assume is a panic attack. I got pale, was sweating profusely, shaking and couldn’t concentrate. Every time I would turn a corner or come downstairs, I half expected to see A. there, smiling at me. I had to sleep with the radio on all night, and even then I was only able to sleep for a couple hours.

I woke up in the early morning before the sun was up. I did the upper back stuff that I was supposed to have been doing. I washed my face, brushed my teeth. Then, I did what I could remember from the morning yoga workout. I then moved the load of stuff I’d left in the garage to the place that it needed to be.

After a shower, I sat in the living room looking out at the beautiful misty hilltops as the sun came out. I remember wonderful morning waking to that view with A. in my arms. I also remember a morning on that very couch, another point in time, when I thought there was no chance I’d ever be with her, when we had stayed up all night talking. We agreed to be friends, but couldn’t help but keep our feet cuddling together.

I wish I could have another morning with her, another morning with her in my arms, another morning of her love and her smile.

As I was sitting on the couch and J. was getting ready for work, I heard him whisper to my mom, “He really is down, isn’t he?”

I spoke with her brother this morning on the phone. We may hang out and hike a bit down here this weekend, or maybe I’ll go up there for a night. He mentioned going to Titlow park, but that’s just a bad idea, I’m afraid. I feel like I shouldn’t be there without permission since it’s so close.

I asked him, “I’m not really a religious man, but maybe you could keep A. and I in your prayers.” He understood. He’s a great friend.

There’s auditions tonight and tomorrow for “The Two Gentlemen of Verona” at LCCC. I called Joey and mentioned that I was semi-permanently in town, and was thinking of going even though I didn’t have an audition piece. Hopefully he’ll give a call back today. I’d like to talk to him. There’s got to be a way to get over how things have been and have at least some kind of friendship even though we don’t share much anymore.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life

So, here I am.

Recently, I had a job with a non-profit in Seattle. I had a nice place, with a wonderful girlfriend and three happy cats. Now, I have none of those.

How did I get here?

The non-profit lost funding. I had to move out of the nice place. One of the cats was killed, and the other two moved out with the girlfriend.

There’s so much I don’t know where to begin. I still love her, and there seems to be some love left for me, but it’s running thin with each passing day.

I have problems I need to deal with. I fulfill all, not just some, of the criteria by which depression is recognized. I have issues from my childhood about happiness and self-worth that I absolutely must resolve.

She is wonderful, but I hurt her by being unable to be happy. I hurt her by having some messed up thing where sex became difficult in spite of my ernest desire for her. I pushed her away because I was unable to deal with the fact that a beautiful, wonderful woman wanted me when I was stressed and depressed about my life. That’s serious tragedy.

She needed space before we met. When we met, she was married. We honestly were going to live apart and date for several years, but we ended up living together almost immediately. She reminded me that I offered to go away for as long as she needed when we met, and that it was what she needs now.

So, she is finding herself, by herself. We’re still speaking, and nervously we hug and occassionally kiss. There’s still something there. There’s so many things that I loved, and would love again, being with her. Somehow I could never tell her quite how much she meant to me while we were together, perhaps in fear of chasing her away.

I love her so very much, but it seems like I start to fall apart when it’s time for me to gracefully exit. The time that we spend together is awkward at first, pretty good in the middle and then difficult when we part.

Today I am seeking professional help in dealing with my issues. I am going to explore ways to deal with my depression, and then I will work on my other issues.

Maybe, if I am the luckiest man on this earth, I will have another serious chance to be with her. Maybe she can forgive me for my faults and still find love for me in her heart when we are apart.

I hope she finds herself. I need to re-find myself also. I seem to have lost myself at some point. Perhaps it was mounting resistance by my issues, but I ended up shutting down for a long while. When we met I stuggled to break free from the lethargy into which I’d fallen, but I’ve only partially had success.

Ah, there’s a serious problem with PerlMUD. I can freeze everyone if I do something that waits for any length of time. So, when I update my blog, the entire system pauses. This is not a good thing.

Well, so I can now do journal entries via my MUD, of which this is one.

So, long, and thanks for all the paychecks …

Not completely unexpected, but a shocker in how abrupt and unannounced it arrived, I was laid off yesterday afternoon.

Working for a non-profit, making an open source library automation tool, I vaguely thought that I was insulated from the tech slowdown, economic downturn. However, I was not.

Certainly, I can continue to work on it, assuming I can continue to eat. It’s a good project in several senses of the term, and there’s definitely some big people interested in it. However, that interest isn’t going to help until January at the earliest.

I can survive a couple months. Good thing we opted out of the Christmas list thing this year. That was a little prescient.

Current Mood: disappointed

My dream time travel destination? The library of Alexandria

A long time ago, I was in an unpublished role playing game that allowed for time travel. A discussion developed about where people would go if they could travel in time. Some people predictably said they would travel to the time when Christ was alive, someone tried to be at least slightly inventive and said they’d travel to the battle of Troy.

My answer? Above all the places I’d travel … to the Library of Alexandria, before it was burned. The stuff they might have had there boggles the mind.

Looks like I’ll might get my chance to go … if it survives Fundamentalism … and fires.

Current Music: DJ Lenny Ray – All Out Trance Vol. 1 DI Version (D I G I T A L L Y – I M P O R T E D – European Trance, Techno, Hi-NRG… we can’t define it!)

It’s tomorrow

Rush Hour 2 wasn’t worth the money to see. Wait for it on video. Chris Tucker needs a new character to play and he should try to get more professional, clearly.

Current Music: Bj̦rk РVerandi

Wow, I won something!

It appears that I just won a cardboard box of left over video game crud from IGN Insider. I wonder what will be in there?

Current Mood: shocked
Current Music: Björk & Trio Guðmundar Ingólfssonar – Luktar-Gvendur

Indeed.

You like music? Music’s been very very good to me.

Current Music: Tool – Part Of Me (Portland)

One good test

… deserves another. Isn’t it wonderful how creative geeks are? There’s no sense of a thing being a first of anything. I bet the first e-mail ever sent over the Internet was something as bland as “this is a test” and nothing more.

Current Mood: amused