Cavern of Madness
Monday, June 28, 2010
HALLOWEEN: REMIXED & REIMAGINED - A review of the 2007 remake
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Love in an elevator...or something close.
People and myself. Hmmm. It seems like this connection I have with people....(no one in particular...) is like gooey taffy all over my damned hands and it's hard to wash off. If you follow that at all - I commend you! =) I mean...in layman's terms...It's hard for me to let go of former partners, friends, coworkers...whoever made an impact on me or that I got attached to. It seems that I put higher value on some people than they do themselves or than they deserve, you know what I mean?
My logical side keeps pushing me into the elevator of practical thinking..but I always hit the damned "open door" button until I'm sure that any of these people don't need me anymore. This is a habit I've long had and am actually getting much better at. I just feel that I'm a loving person and it's hard for me to think of a human that touched me in any way to be just some object or experience that is no longer needed. There are people in my heart that I have not even seen in over 20 years and some aren't even alive anymore....but, no one replaces them. And i hate the fact that so many people that I meet treat their friends or past relationships or even family that piss them off like they don't really care enough to keep them inside their hearts once their purpose has been dried up and emptied out like a sour gallon of milk.
There are a few people that have altered my life in some pretty amazing ways...even in small ways that in turn became more monumental...seeds that grew into beautiful forests of knowledge and experience, if you will. Some of them (not all of them) include Kristi, Holly, Ken V, Howie, Alejandro, Curtis and Morgan, Debbie, Kevin, Joey, Sybil, Dom and Ash, Big Jon Wood...there are so many, but - man, a few of the people that have impacted my life I never even got close to...they just did something or said something or came into my life for a brief moment and displayed some wonderful characteristic that planted itself in my heart and is stuck there as long as I walk the earth.
My point? I have a harder time understanding why people I have cared about just disappear on me. Why? Well...yeah...Mom, Good old mom....she abandoned me after I was dumped off at my grandma's house in lapeer "temporarily" when I was ten in 1984. She promised to come get me within two weeks.
I went to high school in lapeer...and eventually even worked there when I was well over 21. So, yeah....that's the seed. I've come to realize through the years that sometimes people don't value other people as much as they should - and once they are gone....why wouldn't you still care about what happens to them?
Some don't. I still think about my first relationships...and not in a "God, I miss him!" sort of way....but, in a "I hope he's doing okay..and got to do what he had wanted to do" sort of way. This goes for friends that I haven't seen in years.
It boggles me how anyone can tell you they "care" or that you're an important influence in their lives or even that they love you and then revoke it all when something changes the relationships between the two.
There are people that I have shared romantic relationships with that I really wouldn't care to see again....but, I still wonder if they're okay. And I wouldn't ignore them if they were to write to me or run into me. That's not who I am.
And the reality of these facts that seem to be true for some people leave me miffed. It's not that I don't already know these things...they reside on that floor that the practical thinking elevator takes you up to...however...it made me realize also that my reasoning for feeling the way I do is because when I care about someone it's pretty deep and very, very sincere. So, I try to make some logical sense out of the behavior of others...and when there isn't any...I do the things I need to do to try and bury the broken bond...however, I always try to keep communication open. I have tried more than once with certain people to overlook some really shitty things they did to me. That tends to generally backfire every time. I know it isn't reasonable to try and make sense of it. It isn't an easy task and it's hard to swallow. People come and go...
But, I like to close and lock a door myself...I hate being locked out.
Does that make sense? It does to me...perfectly.
In retrospect...I do eventually let go of people...but, I can't and won't let go of the value...that's the part that seems to be sticky taffy...cuz it also sticks to you and the person in question, making it harder to come free of their impact or meaning to you.
That's all...I was just sort of thinking these things...cuz I just do..I get all analytical when I'm alone hehehe.
I feel my life has opened up some great possibilities for me...and I can't wait to jump into the warm waters of experience and see what develops - with me...with the people that I care about that are still here....and most of all...with my quest to find that "truth that speaks to my heart"...you know the one? No? Really? Even after I explained..you don't...hmmm?
Shit! I could have had a V8!