Yesterday, for some reason, dread started to creep in

Yesterday, for some reason, dread started to creep in. Last night was not a good night. I got very little sleep, tossing and turning, between awful unfitful dreams. There’s this dark cloud that keeps rolling over me where I realize that I no longer have any right to believe that I am the only one the woman I love will be with and that at the most fundimental I may never be with her again as a lover either. It’s possible that I will never be with her intimately again.

Last night started with dreams of making love to her again, but then the dreams started to no longer involve me in them at all. For the whole night, I was trapped watching as the woman I love, loved another.

Surrounding this were flashes of dream conversations with her family where they would slip and talk about her new relationships in front of me.

I woke so many times last night drenched in sweat, feeling like my stomach was trying to eat itself out of my body and my chest constricted and tight with dread.

Among the many promises that we made each other, and didn’t manage to keep, was that I would not end up finding out that she had been having a relationship behind my back, like how we got together. I suppose there’s a certain justice to the fact that I was at times surounded by a circle of her friends that all knew she was already seeing someone else, when I did not. I’m sure that there were some that were wishing I would just go away, while pretending to involve me. I should be honest and realize that there’s some of the same in how she felt about me at the time, and maybe still does.

We promised a lot of things that we didn’t manage to live up to. We promised to do yoga every morning. We promised to never go to bed mad at each other. We promised to give ourselves at least two months before ending the relationship. We promised to make sure that we knew why the relationship was ending by being honest with each other and talking through our problems each month.

We stopped doing yoga after our schedules changed. I’m sure there were plenty of times when we both were angry when we went to bed. The decision to end things was quick and non-negotiable. She wasn’t able to feel like she could address a lot of the anger she had with me because she was uncomfortable even bringing up little things due to my temper.

But it can’t be just about goals and criteria, although I think there’s a place for those. Maybe she doesn’t remember, or maybe I misremember, but there were so many times that I was happy. I was happy when we cuddled. I was happy when we read harry potter to each other. I was happy when we made good food. I was happy when she smiled. I was happy making love to her. I was happy when we walked. I was happy when we held hands. I was happy when we were silly.

For all those things, I realize there were also times when I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy when sex felt like I was just another machine trying to give her pleasure instead of us making love to each other. I wasn’t happy when we walked when it was uncomfortably hot out. I was unhappy when we couldn’t think of anything to do. I was unhappy when I felt like I was forced into the back room, isolated when I wanted to do computer stuff. I was unhappy when we would make plans to do 20 somethings and only get to a couple of them because by not getting to the things she wanted to do, I felt like I had failed her, and having so many meant that that was inevitable. I was unhappy when we’d talked about doing something and then she would change her mind and go hang out at her father’s for a few hour-minutes instead.

I do know that without a job after getting laid off, and without any outside interests, I relied on her far too much. I wanted to be with her all the time, and since there was nothing else on my plate, that’s what I worked toward. This certainly would have caused her to feel a lot of pressure from which she would naturally want to escape.

I do know that I relied on her to take care of bills from our joint account and things, and that certainly helped her feel like she was having to take care of me. This was something that would have easily made her feel like she was back in a mothering role, taking care of me.

But at the same time, I did a lot to take care of her. I tried to be there for her. I created a safe, patient, gentle place for her to explore her own pleasure. I moved to a place where she was comfortable, but I knew only her friends and family. I originally agreed to get a pet cat because I knew how much she missed the cats she had from her previous relationship. I tried to suggest and provide her with the kind of space she needed to be herself, and a place where she could grow. I suggested that we start yoga, and got the DVDs so that we could do it. When she suggested she really wanted to go back to school, I immediately started helping her to get materials for schools. I helped her to start being comfortable with being artistic, drawing and sculpting and making things.

I know I made mistakes. We both did, but I also know that we both did a lot of things right, and that there was a lot of love that went into our shared space together.

I’ve started to do the morning yoga and a series of abs stuff right following it. Adding those two together is making me sweat, so that’s a good thing. I had this idea that I’d rip the tracks from the CD and put them onto my mp3 player so I could take them with me and stuff.

Tomorrow will be one week. One week that has past. I feel like each minute has been an hour, each day over a month long.

On the other hand, it’s been 1 week that I’ve been a vegetarian so far. It’s been a week in which I’ve re-started my morning yoga, re-connected with old friends, auditioned and been cast in a play and started to get back in touch with parts of myself that I’d almost forgotten about.

First rehearsal went pretty good. Doing warm-ups again was something, something I think I really missed. It was good to do them and really push myself and get sweaty.

Don read something from a seminar that Peter Brook did somewhere. One fo the quotes was about how theatre, when it is good, is life without the boring bits. I wonder how much of my dissatisfaction with myself has been that I’ve lacked a project that was hyper-real like that. I know there’s more to it, but it seems like there’s at least a part of me that’s always wanted to find that kind of intensity. So, there’s got to have been part of me that tried to create that kind of project out of my life with what I had available.

Perhaps the thing that’s been missing has been a project to which I could apply my focus in an instense way and be healthy doing it. Clearly, there’s not really a place for that in some activities, or it burns up too fast. I’ve had theatre, debate, my poetry … all in the past.

On the drive home, in the dark, I saw a little rabbit running along side the road in the edge of my headlights. It reminded me of how Mayday runs.

At Joey’s house the other day, his cantancerous cat, Pan, perched on my chest as I was leaning back on the couch. He nuzzled up to my ear and kept me company. That was nice of him to do. He didn’t use to act like that around me, but my manner with him must have changed or he might maybe recognize that I was more of a loving cat owner that I used to be before. Anyhow, it’s easy to read more into it, but it was nice to have a cat perch on me and keep me company.

I’m still all sweaty from rehearsal. It’s so much nicer than being all smokey and sweaty from some icky bar. It feels like I’ve been swimming in liquid joy.

The last several mornings

The last several mornings I’ve awoken from my night’s sleep while in the middle of dreams where I’m passionately making love to A. but as soon as I am awake and realize I’m alone the passion and feeling of intense horniness quickly fades and I feel hollow inside.

Talked to A on the phone today. Several things have been zinging through my head since.

First, she mentioned that she didn’t think that Gemini traits matched me very well. She specifically mentioned one trait as being not me, in her experience. I always thought that the Gemini matched me really well, surprisingly so. It seems like there’s a whole side of me that she hasn’t gotten to see much. She’s seen the gregarious and wild me occasionally, but not really very often.

She also mentioned that some people had told her that it was interesting to see what she was like without someone clinging to them. Of course, that probably has a lot to do with the way things have been in the last month, but I can’t help but feel like that’s unfair. I wonder if that was said by someone that had seen us much before we were having trouble, I was trying so hard and she was pushing back for space so hard. I mean there’s specific reasons why the last month or so I’ve been nervous as hell not the least of which is that things were going badly, but I was also trying to keep working on the relationship and show her that affection and attraction like she wanted me to show more often. I’m sure that I was also reacting poorly to her pushing me away, and I could probably tell that something was going on, like all the anger that she was storing up and not able to work through with me about things because of how she felt like her head would be bitten off by me on the little things I was grumpy about, so how could she feel like she could deal with the big stuff?

I suppose in a way it’s moot, but I’m not completely convinced that the closeness was bad in itself. I mean, being snuggly and cuddly in public isn’t bad when things are going well. Also, she was out a lot with all the same people without me at all, so they must have seen her without me there too anyway. We’d be sitting there watching M & J be all loving in public, but it wasn’t okay for us to do the same thing because of where things were with us. I’m not saying that there wasn’t something messed up, but I want to believe that there would still be a place for public affection and that it’s not all bad to want to be close and loverly in public. I recognize that it shouldn’t be all the time but I think it’s unfortunate when couples lose that giddy cute and active lover stuff.

So another thought while talking to A today, I had this realization that maybe I’m constitutionally built to need stuff like theatre in my life. Maybe I need to have something like rehearsals or other projects to keep me going. I mean, I had stuff like the BBS that I ran where I would have a poetry room where I would force myself to write something new each time I got to it, but I haven’t given myself that kind of structured project in a long time. Doing this play may be part of exactly what I’ve been missing for myself, to keep myself alive inside.

I think both she and I entered our relationship without having a firm grasp on who we were. We were both out of touch with who we were individually. I think that to some extent we tried to create a space for the other person to be safe. She did, definitely, help me feel okay to explore lots of things about myself like my emotions and my spirituality. I think I worked hard to be there for her and to create a place where she could explore herself and go through some of her emotional issues. So, perhaps, we both invested ourselves in making a place for the other person and being invested in the relationship for the other.

I think if we can both come to a relationship with with a firm grasp on ourselves, then there might be something even more magical between us than before. If we love each other as much as I think we do now, I imagine it would be something even more amazing if we were able to bring our whole selves to the relationship.

She’s gotten to know part of who I am, but I think I have at least a whole other part of me that she hasn’t gotten to experience yet. I think if I can keep hold of the part of me that I’ve misplaced, and am getting in touch with right now, and bring that with me …

I would love to have a relationship where we are both as completely ourselves as possible, and build a relationship from there where we are in it with each other instead of for the other.

I realize I was working from the beginning to create a safe place for her to find herself, and to grow. I think I got scope locked on that idea to the point that I forgot to give myself space enough to find myself again. I spent a great deal of effort in creating the safe and loving and gentle place for her that I thought she needed and wanted.

Sure, there were lots of times that I wanted to visit Joey when we were down here, but I didn’t because I felt she would rather not. Sure, there were lots of times that I didn’t go do things, like movies or whatever, because I thought I should be there for her and wanted to make sure I was with her. Sure, I’d wanted to go for a walk or do yoga when she didn’t sometimes, but didn’t because I wanted to do it with her more than I wanted to do it. However, through all of that I think I still wasn’t able to get myself motivated for myself. I was quite often bored, like part of me was still home alone in the old basement apartment biding my time. That’s just down right unhealthy, and I think I realized it, but didn’t want to risk losing my relationship by not maintaining that safe, gentle and loving space.

I don’t mean that to say that anyone but myself created that situation for myself, and I don’t regret one bit of it. However, what would be really great is to be able to go the next step and find a balance for that energy and focus so that I was also creating my own personal safe and loving place for myself which I could share with her too.

I also don’t mean that we wouldn’t still have safety and love to give each other. I mean that neither of us would feel like that was our purpose in the relationship for the other. I mean rather that it would be something that would perhaps grow naturally out of us both being together with the beautiful, wonderful person that we loved.

I’ve been moaning about not having anything left to say as an excuse for not writing, but maybe it has more to do with not letting myself have the kind of project space I needed to keep that part of me active.

I hope with all my heart that I’ll have a chance to keep learning to know A and that she will get to keep meeting more of who I am. In a funny way, this reminds me of what people told her about me having many layers. I think there’s more layers to me than she has had a chance to become familiar with, and maybe some of those are parts of me that I’ve been ignoring for so long. So, if she was able to fall in love with just that part of me that she’s met so far then being more fully myself could only be more interesting and exciting.

So, I kinda feel like it’s a paraphrase of a song and I’d look in those beautiful brown eyes and say “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Joey, Linda and I are planning to go snowshoe/snowboarding next weekend. They also mentioned that they are planning on doing the Seattle-to-Portland bike ride in June or whatever. That’s a pretty big goal, but working toward something specific like that might be a perfect chance for me to have a focus toward getting in shape.

I was reading through a vegetarian cookbook at Joey and Linda’s and every other page was a recipe that I wanted to cook with A. I imagined being in a kitchen making our own vegetable broth for soups, and tons of other things again. I could see us with a kitchen where we canned our own broth and other ingredients and things.

I picked up a yoga mat and strap. It also came with the CD of the morning and evening workouts so I don’t have to have the playstation hooked up to remember the whole program. I want to keep doing yoga in the mornings like I’ve been doing. I also think I’m going to try to be at rehearsals early to do a physical warm up, for which the mat will be useful.

Well, monday is my first rehearsal in something like 12 years and it’s only a few hours away now!

I hung out friday with Joey. It was pretty good. I think we’re going to bike a bit around, so I got my bike out of storage today.

It’s sad to hear that his mom has passed away due to lung cancer. Both my paternal grandfather and my paternal grandmother’s father passed away due to smoking related problems. Makes me nervous about being in rooms filled with smoke. As I type this, my lungs are hurting even.

I was finally able to eat a full meal after tryouts on friday. Don and Michael Cheney and I went to a restaurant after and chatted about things theatre related. I had a gardenburger.

At lunch with Joey, I told a waitperson for the first time that I was vegetarian. I’ve been doing okay, but I’m not yet eating very well either way. I made the veggie sandwich things for everyone tonight. The boys basically didn’t touch them. Mom ate two. Jerry cleaned his plate but seemed miffed that there wasn’t a dead animal on the table. Much like the salads, I didn’t manage to make them as good as before.

I got up this morning and made a run to Powell’s to try to find a copy of the out of print Rowse modernized versions of “Two Gentlemen of Verona” but couldn’t find any.

After that, I decided to head up to U.P. to check on my PO Box and get my bike out of storage and drop off some stuff. Actually, the first thing I did was to head into Tacoma to try to find a copy of the Rowse text at the bookstore near the Dome, but they didn’t have any either. I thought about heading down to M’s to visit, but started to feel very anxious that I might see A. there, or at least when she didn’t want me to be there, so I didn’t go. Probably better to make sure I call ahead to M’s for a while.

I cried in the car most of the way back down here to my mom’s.

Turns out that A. called shortly after I left, but didn’t leave a message, or my brother didn’t remember the message. I tried to call back to her new number, but there was no answer or answering machine. I found out by calling to leave a message at her pop’s that she hasn’t been able to move in yet. Shit, that sucks. I guess she was heading off to her girlfriend C’s and didn’t know if she’d be back until tomorrow, so I figured that might really mean she was going to go play, so I didn’t try to track her down.

It’s so hard to know what to do.

I picked up some of my altar stuff form the storage place too. I’ve started to try to make the bedroom here a little more friendly. I want to ask about getting a separate phone line put in so that I can check my e-mail and stuff, and maybe even get calls after 9pm without waking everyone up. I’d also like to have a little desk so I can hook up my computer and work on getting A’s computer back up and running. A bookshelf for my books that I’ve got would be nice too, although I haven’t been able to read much since I got here.

I got more than a couple hours of sleep finally last night, instead of struggling to be okay with it.

I’m trying so hard to not slip into despair. This is actually going pretty good, considering how it could be, and all I can do is try to have fun and not focus on the stuff that’s all messed up. I have an appointment with an endocrinologist later in the month to talk about the possibility that I’ve got clinical depression or something out of balance.

I need to get some rehearsal/warm-up clothes tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I’ve needed that, but at least we aren’t going to be required to wear tights like we used to be for class and for a play or two like “Wayward Saints” or “Jack’s House” where it was non-stop.

I also miss being able to listen to streaming music. I’ve been having to leave the radio on all night, but I wish I could listen to CDs during the day or as I’m going to bed. I could hook up the computer, but I don’t want to listen to the damned fan all night. A little cd clock-radio thing would be nice.

When I’ve been in the car I’ve been hearing songs on the radio and I’ve been furiously scribbling song names and artists on a bit of paper as I wiggle down the road trying to write. I keep thinking about making a playlist of songs about how I feel or trying to make some kind of playlist based on a kind of chronology of my relationship with A. ending with some song like “I’ve got high hopes” or something and including “Here comes the sun,” “Hello, I love you,” “True Companion,” and a bunch of songs that I’ve associated with the relationship in some way or another.

The only place I can listen to CDs on this floor is at the computer. There’s a CD player in the living room, but I would really like to listen in private sometimes. My stereo is far too big and it doesn’t have a way to plug earphones into it so that I can listen loudly at night.

I talked to Joey and asked how long it was that he and Linda were apart when she went off to college and he said it was 4 years before they got back together. Everyone at auditions was mystified at how old I was, since I look so much younger. How old is too old? Is there a time when it is too late?

All I can really do is try to have fun, and let come what may. It is so very hard, but I know it’s what I have to do to cope. What will happen, I cannot control. I’ll go crazy if I try.

I have some great ideas for the play, mostly for a particular part in the play. I hope I get to use them. I mentioned one of them to my mom, and she seems to not understand the same kind of humor.

I described what I did for my monologue an she didn’t seem to get that either. I didn’t have anything prepared, since I haven’t done anything in forever and only found out that day about the auditions, so I originally thought about doing some emotional transition through Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’s 5 stages of grief, but that’s not quite good for a comedy is it?

So, I went in and Don said he thought I probably didn’t have a monologue prepared “or did I?” so I went into this spiel about how [remove my coat] I’d wanted to do something appropriate [remove my scarf] for the play. Then, I was talking to one of the other guys that wanted [remove my pullover sweater] to do Valentine and he’d mentioned how disappointed he was that Don had decided to instead to [drop my pants] The Full Monty! At this point, I had Don laughing outloud. Then, I did this part where I was embarassed about the whole confusion, and tried to explain it away by talking about Olivier’s quote about how “If it doesn’t make you nervous, it’s not worth doing anymore” and started to giggle. Then, I kept laughing, harder and harder, until I heard some [imaginary] noise backstage and slammed to the floor and did a bit about being scared.

Anyhow, so, I bounced around the stage and whatnot. Not a real audition piece, but it worked out okay. It was kind fun. It makes me wonder what I could do if I really set my mind to prepare something. I remember the auditions for Moonchildren. I did a monologue about a jilted lover that replaces his former lover’s K-Y with Tiger Balm that had Don and the stage manager Aaron laughing like monkeys.

I also had fun during the second night of auditions. I got to read some of the Duke’s lines and I’d managed to start feeling much better about being on stage. I was able to center my voice more, which I think made it sound much better. I was also able to read for Lance again, which was really cool because I took in a stuffed gorilla as Lance’s dog Crab which I’d wanted to do for the previous night but didn’t manage to do. Luckily the girl that had the gorilla the first night (perhaps it’s her safety blanket?) was there with it again the next night.

I’d thought about heading out to get a stuffed animal, a retractable leash, a crutch for the staff and some dr seuss hat, but didn’t end up having time to do that since I had to head out right after getting back from hanging out with Joey. Anyhow, it worked out well enough. Don commented on my way out to the other people there that I knew he liked that sort of thing, since the guy I was reading with clearly thought I was nuts.

I had a dream that I was in rehearsal and Don asked me to actually pull back on what I was doing. In the dream, I did a double take and then did a victory dance. I think that’s a good goal for this production. I’m going to get him to tell me to pull back, by Jove!

I’m going to keep trying to come up with ideas and things. I think that’s what I should do anyway, but it will be like a personal kind of milestone to get to that point in a rehearsal. I remember so many times during Wayward Saints that I wanted to do something differently but I was too unsure to speak up, especially about the speech with Scapino where the direction was that I would have believed the stuff about being the greatest actor, but that was all wrong. The whole point was that I specifically didn’t believe it, and when I finally started to do that on stage I noticed the audience started to get it too because they were nodding in agreement.

Joey said a couple things that kinda surprised me. Apparently, Wayward Saints is a lot of people’s favourite show that have seen a bunch. I know I struggled through it a lot, but it was good. I know it could have been better, but clearly I’ve been changed by it since I still identify with the character a lot, even if I identify a bit with a slightly modified arlecchino. He also mentioned that McClelland came to see it twice, which apparently he never does. That’s pretty cool when the reviewer voluntarily goes again, and does it outside of normal behaviour.

At any rate, this should be a fun experience to do this play! I sure needed something like this right now.

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.

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