Thursday, October 20, 2011

NO, I'M NOT DEAD....

... BUT I DID START A NON-PROFIT ORGANIZATION!

Not what you were expecting, I know. And I feel incredibly guilty about having been gone all this time, having more or less evaporated into thin digitized air. 
A lot of shit went down over the summer. Some good, some really very not good. But I wasn't in need of venting. I just needed to be... quiet. Weird, I know. But sometimes, venting can become indistinguishable from wallowing in your own shit, and I just needed to stop being so mired in my own toxins. 

I needed time to just be. Not to reflect, not to search for enlightenment or insight. But I found that when I simply "was," some enlightenment and insight found me. Or maybe I was just ready to receive them. Who knows. 

During this time, I had some health issues. Most are generally okay, I'm happy to report. Some are ongoing and annoying, but nothing too scary or dramatic.  During this time, I also had some marital issues. Some are ongoing and annoying, but they are no longer scary and dramatic, and I'm happy to report, everything has improved significantly.  As I stated several months ago, I was also trying desperately to rekindle momentum in my screenwriting career. And for a while, I did just that. With so little spare time, I really had to choose between that writing, and this writing. And I barely had time to read anyone else's blogs. I found that if I read, I felt the need to comment. And before I knew it, hours would disappear. So -- I stayed away from the blogiverse quite a bit.  And all of you. And though I missed you, and the daily dialogue and connections, it was really the only way to make things work logistically and for my sanity.

And then, without meaning to, I stumbled into something I never could have foreseen. I found myself in a situation where I realized there was a niche that could easily be filled, a service that could be provided to under-privileged children. I was shocked to discover that no one else was providing this service, which also involves recycling and redistributing previously used items.  

I wish I could be more specific. Sigh. But that would probably make it easier to discover the identity I have sworn to keep secret in order to protect my family, as well as my career. 

In any case, at first I began simply by "doing" this thing I realized needed doing. And it was so well-received that I began to do more of it, and broaden my reach. And suddenly, word spread. Truly. Volunteers and interested people from around my area began calling, asking how they could help. It was, and continues to be, amazing. It has... ahem, almost... restored my faith in humanity. Or at least some segments of it. 

I have now found myself with a full-blown "business." I have incorporated and am in the process of becoming an official non-profit. I have many volunteers, but expect to fundraise to a place where eventually I can have paid staff. What I'm currently doing in my own city and the surrounding areas will eventually go state-wide, then regional, and hopefully... national. I am hugely excited, and hugely overwhelmed. I had no idea it would become so all-consuming. But then again... I'm not really good at doing anything that isn't all-consuming. Duh. Sometimes I am so oblivious to my own issues.

Through this project, I've met some really incredible, giving people. Turns out, the world of non-profit organizations is filled with do-gooders who are walking their talk and trying to make a difference. They're not just bitching and whining about what a shitty world we live in and how awful people are. And honestly, it has been refreshing. And bewildering. I still cannot get over just how nice and sincere some of these people are. Mind-blowing is really a better term for the whole experience.

This blog was so important to me, and it fulfilled a very real need in my life. And I am not jettisoning it by any means. But it has been great to focus on something positive and outside of myself.  Something that truly benefits others. It has been healthy and fulfilling, rather than draining and depressing. Though I never would have believed it, it is possible to vent too much.  Getting things out is crucial. But sometimes, you can go too far, becoming utterly depleted.  And I guess I got pretty depleted. But now I have found compatriots in doing good, rather than sympathy and empathy over all the bad I used to rant about. 

As for my screenwriting career?? No idea what's going to become of that. A few times a week, I get a few hours to work on that. And so far, I'm not quite willing to give it up, or maybe to face the reality that I may have to make some real choices in the very near future. This new charity is becoming a career, as I see its potential to help so many children, even in a small way. But I am driving this train. And I'm not sure I can slow it down just so I can write a movie or tv show.  Not sure I could forgive myself for that indulgence.  Sometimes I wish I'd never had this idea. Sometimes I wish that "a-ha!" moment had belonged to someone else; someone who wasn't trying to salvage a career as ridiculous as one in the film business.  Because this idea is too important to walk away from. Someone has to do it. And as of right now, that someone is me, along with the awesome, surprising people who have rallied to my side for no money and no reason other than it's the right thing to do for the kids who will benefit. 

So please know -- I haven't abandoned this, or forgotten any of the wonderful, hilarious, snarky, brilliant, articulate, genuine friends I made in this madhouse. I promise to check back soon. And I feel so... silly... about having to keep this charity all vague and hush-hush, especially when I can use all the on-line promotion I can get to help continue its growth. But -- as stated in my first few blogs, I simply can't bring that kind of attention to my husband, kids, and extended family. And frankly -- some of the crazy shit that I spew, and which needed to be spewed, just might turn off a fair amount of potential donors if they ever read my blog! And that is a risk I simply cannot afford.

Which means I still have to blog under the radar. For now. Though at some point, I might actually want to blog about this utterly unexpected journey I've found myself on. I promise it won't all be kumbaya and zen; already I've encountered some total pricks who are in the perfect position to help this cause, yet it would require them to do some slightly outside the box thinking and take a little initiative. And it's those fuckwads that have kept me living in the real world, reminding me that not everybody is willing to put themselves out in the slightest, even to aid children in need. Trust me -- those fuckers will be dealt with in this space, or possibly a new one I create to specifically discuss this new endeavor. 

It's just funny how little anger I carry around these days. Or maybe not so funny. Maybe just a good lesson about the stuff you put out into the world, and the kind of stuff that comes back to you as a result. And that goes the same for the kinds of people that enter one's life, and why.

The angry me isn't gone for good. She's just busy standing mutely slack-jawed and astonished at the tide of generosity and kindness that has been flooding into her world.  When the initial shock of that wears off, I promise... she'll be back!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

COMING SOON: The Zen of Migraine

In which I ponder the possibility that I've either been enlightened by the most debilitating pain I've ever experienced... (and I did natural childbirth, people.)... or, I have a brain tumor.

In any event, it's been interesting discovering what life is like when noises are... louder, lights are... brighter, merely glancing at a computer screen is... excruciating (even now), and sometimes even the effort to speak is unspeakably exhausting... In short, you're forced to stop being a super woman who multitasks like a motherfucker. And you become a mortal mom who lays on the couch for hours with her children, talking quietly (the quiet part is essential), or cuddling together in a heap while watching half a season's worth of The Simpsons on DVD (or actually they do the watching, and you just lay there with your eyes closed, half-listening to the Simpsons, even though laughter hurts, but mainly just taking comfort in the weight of your kids' heads in your lap. 

I hate to get all new age-y and zen, because that only adds to my already queasy state (it's killing me just to sit here long enough to write this, btw), but I think this headache is teaching me some really important lessons.  Hmmm. 

More soon, when I can type for long enough to write a real post without feeling like I'm going to hurl at the screen or my head is going to explode.

Or both. Ugh.
(But still -- migraines blow.)

 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Namaste, motherfuckers! (Or: I totally stole that title from One Odd Duck!)

So I threw out my back this past weekend.  Well technically, the injury was more in my hip area.  That big ass muscle that is literally that big ass muscle, aka the gluteus you just fucked up my weekend maximus. (Although more likely it was the gluteus medius... but that doesn't quite have the same ring to it.)


Ironically, I did it during yoga.  Yes, yoga.  A practice that has never failed to bring me serenity, improved physical health, and reasonably buff arms and shoulders.  Until this past Saturday.  When it brought me an agony so tremendous and unexpected that it was also accompanied by mounting terror and a sense of impending dread.


Doesn't sound very yogic to nearly paralyze one's self while practicing yoga, especially after years of practicing at an advanced level.  But as I lay in my bed, literally unable to move or hardly breathe as the pain radiated up my entire torso and I experienced unbearable muscle spasms that almost sent me to the hospital, (and totally freaked out my kids -- really heartbreakingly scary to see how undone my kids became at the sight of their debilitated mommy... ), it came to me.  Or I should say "they" came to me.  First... depression. And then... enlightenment.


Because here I was, (simplistically) thinking I was just depressed because I was in so much pain, and I was wondering, literally, how long this nightmare would last.  A few days, weeks, a month?  I mean, seriously -- when I say I couldn't move -- I couldn't fucking move.  Shift even a millimeter, and I would seize up.  Lock up is probably more apt.  Couldn't speak, couldn't breathe...  Fucking beyond description, really.  I hadn't experienced this kind of quasi-paralysis and immobility since a car accident nearly a decade ago, when I spent a good part of my time in bed, sometimes experiencing periods where I could not stand, let alone walk.   An accident which has left me with a back that is still, despite all the exercise, physical therapy, weight lifting, yoga, pilates... vulnerable to injury.


Then it hit me -- like a ton of "oh my god I'm so fucking obtuse and unevolved how could I not realize this??" bricks shoved up my ass.  A bitch-slap of an epiphany:  In yoga, much is said about how we store emotions in our hips.   Which is why it's so important to do poses that open the hips and release these emotions and their attendant tension lest they fester and become toxic.  So as I lay there...ostensibly "depressed," I found all kinds of shit bubbling to the surface.  Shit that I sort of knew was there, but had no idea to what degree.  Considering how much I rant and vent... could I really have that much left unspoken?  How the fuck is that possible?  How could I be so clueless about how much certain things bothered me?


Well, apparently, it is beyond possible.  It is utterly, pathetically true.  Apparently I do occasionally repress shit.  Majorly obvious shit, no less.  Especially when I feel like I have no control over it.  Say, for example, when I'm unhappy with how my husband is dealing with his mother and her husband.  Say, for example, when I'm unhappy with how my mother-in-law and her husband are treating me, my husband, and our children and I know that if I open my mouth, the apocalypse will spring forth from it, irreparably damaging the fragile semi-peace we've been semi-enjoying (mainly because my husband wants to ignore/deny dealing with all their bullshit and so we suck it up in silence).  Or we suck it up in silence while in their presence, but I rant and rave to my already overwhelmed, put-upon husband, hands waving wildly about like I'm conducting some symphony for the insane.


I've also recently had seemingly unresolvable problems with others I'm ostensibly close to.  Things that I can't say, even here, because I've realized... there would be no point to it, other than getting it off my chest.  But the price would be immeasurable, and despite my belief in releasing all this toxic crap, this time the cost for my catharsis would simply be too high, and I would not be the only one to pay.  This is some of the stuff that inspired my rants about forgiveness.  And I suppose I'm still trying to come to terms with accepting that no matter how I try, no matter how much I "communicate" with certain people, there's a possibility we will never have the relationship I envisioned.  The closeness I thought we could achieve if we followed all the steps of new agey therapeutic dialogue bullshit...., well, it ain't gonna happen.  Not in this lifetime.  And despite the legitimately good intentions of all involved.  


It's hard to believe, but after several decades of proof, I can no longer deny it -- good people can try their best, all wanting the same goal, be willing to compromise, to sacrifice, and yet... the desperately longed for fantasy of some idealized relationship will always remain just that -- desperately longed for, always a fantasy... just out of reach to the point where it hovers like a shadow of disappointment that will haunt all involved for as long as they live.  Melodramatic, I know.  (I'm more than a little embarrassed by it, but I'm gonna own that shit and not hit delete.) But when you feel like the same heart you've been carrying around since you were a little kid is breaking under the weight of reality and failed expectations, sometimes nothing else will do.


Anyway, I really just wanted to write a brief post (ha! so much for that) to explain why I haven't been posting much and may not post much for a short while and I hope you'll all check in from time to time to see if anything new appears.  I'm working so fucking hard to "not blog" in order to work on my other writing, (not to mention enjoy the summer with my kids while they're still young enough to wanna spend time with me) and I feel like there's this great party happening here in the alternate reality that is the blogiverse (though sometimes it feels like so-called real life is actually the alternate reality... which is yet one more reason to persist in enforced periods of non-blogging) that I am voluntarily electing not to attend.  And I doubt myself and this non-blogging decision, daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute.  I worry about all the stuff I'm missing.  I worry I won't be remembered when I come back, even if I'm only gone for a few days...  Who can keep up?  It's a 24/7 effort.  And frankly, I just don't feel like dusting off my best one-liners for twitter.  I'm honestly not that clever, people.  Lets just get that out there.


Also, I figured when I next published a post, it would be about forgiveness, and the responses my last few posts provoked.  I really wanted to wrap my head around it.  And I still do.


But even as I was composing this promised post on my mental back-burner about why the forgiveness topic was so...well, topical, all this other shit has started swirling around in my head, distracting me.  And it all goes back to that damn hip injury in yoga.  Maybe when I tore something inside me, I actually tore it open, and all this crap was released, forcing me to acknowledge it.  Clearly it's not been healthy for me to keep it in.  And it's so weird, realizing I was keeping stuff in.  I thought I'd voiced my "issues" and objections adequately, but obviously... not so much.  (My poor husband.  I mean seriously, how much can a mortal man be expected to endure?  How many more cordless phones can I smash in the name of "letting off some steam?")  Maybe what I needed more than a good yoga class was a few good primal screams.  But I hadn't really been alone enough to let them out.   After all, I was on a family vacation... with zero privacy, and an abundance of fucked up family dynamics.  Dynamics which led to an epic crisis with my in-laws about which I will likely someday write.


But not today.


Because today, I am happy (and astounded) to say, I am not only getting my other writing done, but I'm up and walking around again.  Stiff and sore, but surprisingly functional. (Though I use that term loosely, because well, it's me.)  And given how I felt just a few days ago, I find this improvement nothing short of miraculous.  And also because my husband and I are trying to weather this current storm together, as a united front.  As a family unto itself that is no longer willing to cater to, and be mistreated because of, the petty, juvenile, delusional, narcissistic, ego-centric, and sometimes just plain fucking thoughtless and inconsiderate whims of our extended family.


He and I are living this, and the cost for putting it into words and sharing it, and thus having him read it, is simply too high for either of us to bear.  At least for now.


As I write this, his body is dealing with the situation in its own way.  He does not do yoga.  There is no triangle pose or half-pigeon to help him get rid of the bullshit that's been heaped on him since childhood.  Unfortunately, he is having to dig himself out from under that suffocating mound little by little.  And it apparently took me nearly paralyzing myself and landing in bed before I could find the truth and strength to help him.


I'll be back soon.  And I swear, I will get to that follow-up on forgiveness.  Who knows...?  Depending on the next chapter in our family's saga, I might have some fresh new insight... or, more likely, a shitload more anger.


And I will close, as many yoga classes do, by saying: Namaste.


Which loosely means: "The light in me acknowledges the light in you."


Unless you either have no light of your own, or you're inconsiderately standing in my light, thus creating darkness.  And in case you can't tell, I already have enough darkness of my own, thanks.  And trust me, you do not want it acknowledging you.


As my in-laws so recently discovered.


(And once again, I'd like to credit the title of this post to One Odd Duck, who is more kind and caring than she is odd, and who has been responsive and supportive as I endure the nonsense that is frequently my life.  Pay her a visit; she is wise and witty. Namaste, my ducky friend. Seriously.)

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Fucking Forgiveness (Or: This one refuses to die because my readers have been unforgivably thought-provoking)



Some of you may have noticed I've been largely absent from the blogiverse and twitterdom for roughly the past couple of weeks.  Between guests coming to stay with us, followed by a family trip to the East Coast, I've been living mainly in the real world... (which apparently entails being buried under a shitload of laundry and having to speak my thoughts -- after running them through my newly installed internal filter of "will I ruin everybody's day and/or make someone cry if I say this" -- rather than type them.  bizarre.) while allowing (as if I could help it -- please.) potential post after post to compose themselves in my mind like some endless stream-of-consciousness monologue.  So weird to think that, during many of my daily interactions with actual human beings, I was jotting down mental post-it notes for things that may or may not one day make it to this blog.  

However, despite all the time that has passed, this whole forgiveness thing continues to weigh heavily on my mind and heart and has preoccupied a lot of my internal energy.  I might've been able to move past it, were it not for the thoughtful and thought-provoking comments I received after publishing those last two posts where I more or less (okay, more) ranted about how done I am with the idea of forgiveness, how I've come to see it as a form of enabling perpetual wrongs, a form of permission, rather than the graceful, virtuous ideal it's historically been treated as.  

I have all these ideas racing through my head (more like battling it out and beating the crap out of each other), but they aren't coherent yet.  And as I struggle to make sense of why many of my readers  seemingly have come to similar conclusions about what I see as essentially the injustice implied by the act of forgiving (ie -- how unfair it is to the one doing the forgiving), among other equally intriguing perspectives, I thought what I'd do was publish some of the comments I received that got me feeling like I had at least one more post in me on this same subject, or at least that this topic demanded further consideration.    

I have found that, when I've had the time to read them, comments on the blogs of others have often been at least as interesting as the posts which inspired those comments in the first place.  And as I'm sure many of you don't often have the time to read the comments left at my blog, I thought this particular set of responses were worth sharing, especially as they've inspired me to the further exploration of which I've just spoken.  Hopefully, when I finally do publish that subsequent post, it will delve a little further and deeper than the previous ones, shedding new light (okay, darkness, because let's face it... this is me we're talking about) or at least be semi/pseudo/quasi-insightful. 

(And also, in the interest of candor, I have sworn to myself that I will WORK ON MY DAMN SCREENPLAY IF IT KILLS ME, as I am trying so desperately to achieve that balance as a writer  which I ranted about here a while back... But damn, this self-imposed non-blogging is fucking hard!  I need to draw up a schedule or something that shows which days/hours/nano-seconds/psychic energies should be devoted to screenwriting and which ones to posting and which ones to commenting and which ones to... life.  Sigh.  Fucking ridiculous.  And I know you all know what I'm talking about.  This is about the point in time when I have to chant my bitch-slap of a mantra, which some of you may recall from my earlier post, though I sometimes adapt it as needed):

BRING ON THE BLOG-ANON.
God grant me the self-control
to stop blogging (and commenting) all the fucking time;
to accept that sometimes I have other shit -- important shit -- that I should do,
am relied-upon to do,
used to WANT to do;
(and STILL want to do, like screenwriting)
and NEED to do;
(again, like screenwriting, which, lest we forget, USED TO PAY MY FUCKING BILLS... which is actually somewhat helpful, especially if you want to renovate your new fucking house because you've just recently moved to the midfuckingwest)
courage to get back to all that other shit that USED TO BE MY LIFE;
and wisdom to know how lucky I am
(and that I can only expect just so much tolerance from my
truly wonderful family and friends)
(not to mention my "people" in Los Angeles, who are on the verge of declaring my so-called, increasingly former, career as a writer and director DOA, or at least MIA).
@Amen

What follows are some of those insightful, thoughtful comments which have inspired me to do a follow-up to my last two posts.  As those comments were public, I hope those of you whose quotes I've used don't mind that I've attributed them to you here as well.  In some cases, for relevancy and brevity, I took the liberty of using excerpts.  I've also chosen some quotes from QuoteWorld.org and, in no particular order, put those into the mix for your perusal and possible contemplation. 

Without further ado.... some thoughts on forgiveness (or the lack thereof):   

hmmm....this is a thinker, and I likes me a good think. Of course, I can't speak for what you've gone through, because there could well be some unforgivable stuff, and a person who is never going to change, will indeed exhaust the finite supply of forgiveness. As far as forgiving someone is concerned, the greatest hope lies in the notion that that person will actually realize what an asshole they were, and legitimately regret it. I've often found that the people who are true douches never actually say sorry ever anyway.

"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names."  
- John Fitzgerald Kennedy 

The Empress said...                                                                                                            
Well, I have spent an eternity reading about how forgiving frees you, etc. Well, that may be true, but in the end, I feel it invalidates my suffering. So, I've decided, that for my mental health? I can remain pissed.  

"Forgiveness breaks the chain of causality because he who forgives you -- out of love--takes upon himself the consequences of what you have done. Forgiveness, therefore, always entails a sacrifice."
- Dag Hjalmar Agné Carl Hammarskjold

"We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us."
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Lola said...
It takes me a really really long time to forgive. But when I finally do? It's never about the other person. It's about me being ready to let go of the anger and hurt. HOWEVER, that being said? I'm a HUGE believer in exacting my revenge in a vigilante justice sort of way. I like to do this FIRST. The forgiveness can come later.

"It's far easier to forgive an enemy after you've got even with him." 
- Olin Miller

"Forgiveness is not an occasional act: it is an attitude."
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Some things can never be forgiven.  'Nuff said.
 
"To forgive is human.  To forget, divine."
- James Grand

"If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

karensomethingorothersaid...                                                                               
I don't know--since my Mom died last year, I just don't get all bunged up about a lot of stuff anymore. This is not to say I don't get pissed over stupid fuckwits, but I let a hell of a lot of it go. A lot of people--hell, most of them are insensitive and completely self-serving and self absorbed. I accept to a greater extent that this is just the way it be's sometimes and I move on from these people. I used to get pretty fucking angry, and it that anger would fester and last for AGES. Then someone I loved so, so much died horribly and frighteningly and painfully, and damn I might sound like a hallmark card, but nothing else seems quite so inconsequential any longer.  Life is too precarious.
 
"Forgiveness is the answer to the child's dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again, what is soiled is again made clean."
- Dag Hjalmar Agné Carl Hammarskjold

karensomethingorothersaid...                                                                               
BUT...it can be a whole different ballgame with FAMILY, because it's not like you can divorce or break up with some of those assholes.

"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
- William Blake

"We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we 
ought to forgive our friends."
- Sir Francis Bacon

The Glamorous Army Wife said...  
I am so fucken glad you wrote this today. I am not in a particularly forgiving mood. I'm in a pissed off one. My zen has vanished for the day and it makes me want to punch someone's lights out. I DO believe that, sometimes, violence IS the answer. You made a very good point in explaining that "understanding" is more helpful than forgiveness. Does someone's forgiveness actually make YOU feel any better? Does it give you permission to excuse your own behavior? No. You have to either forgive yourself or not to move forward and/or make changes that lead you to the behavior. I looked up the definition of forgiveness, due to my own struggle, and it says it is to let go of the claim for retribution. THAT I can do. To imply I will not be affected by someone's behavior, or maltreatment because I SAY I will not is another story. I won't forget. It has forever changed my impression and therefore, how I respond in my relationship. I am not "okay" with things. I am merely tolerating them in order to move forward. And that has clearly defined boundaries. You can give a second chance, but to avoid being a doormat, take away the power for them to "get your goat" again.
 
"Forgiveness means letting go of the past." 
-  Gerald Jampolsky

Leanne said... 
It comes to a point where forgiveness is moot. I started many years ago deleting people from my mind, life and thoughts. They just didn't 'exist' for me anymore. Even were I to run into them somewhere, I have the uncanny ability to overlook their presence. I had someone question me about it once, and I flat out told them "You don't exist in my life anymore and I feel better for it. Have a nice day."It fucks people up a bit, but it sure feels good not to care!! They get no more energy from me. I did the same with my own father for about 3 years. I think he drank himself silly. I've since let him back into my life and he has sobered up, but he also is the same person with his same asshole tendencies as ever. I've also told him that I shut him out once, and I will again if I need to. So he behaves. Don't turn the other cheek. Delete those fuckers!!!
 
"The incomparable stupidity of life teaches us to love our parents; divine philosophy teaches us to forgive them."
- Baron de la Brede et de Montesquieu 
 
"The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself. Then, I told myself, 'Go ahead and do whatever you want, it's okay by me.'" 
-  Jack Handey [Deep Thoughts]


Summersaid...
What Leanne said. I'm a cutter offer. For me, the words 'I'm sorry' are empty; action matter. Words not so much. I don't even know what forgiveness really is- I'm a linear, pragmatic person, and forgiveness is a concept, not an action. Forgiveness is an act of will, in the mind. I can't will myself to feel a certain way. We're either OK or we're not. We're cool or we're not. If you fuck me over or hurt my kids, we're not cool. If you hurt my kids, I'll hurt you back, then delete you from my world. I've been known to utter the words "I forgive you" as a kindness to someone else, in total contradiction to my actual feelings of rage, because the right thing to do was to let them feel like the issue was resolved before I removed them from my life completely. But yes, it would be harmful for you and the people around you for you to keep allowing hurtful people to continue doing hurtful things. Forgiveness? It's an abstract idea. Removing the threat is a concrete action.

"Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it forgoes revenge and dares to forgive injury."
-   Edwin Hubbel Chapin
 
 oh, and there's something to being able to just shrug the shoulders and say "I no longer give a shit," which is not the same as "I forgive you." It's a whole different plateau of "your bullshit can no longer touch me," but without all the rage and regret that comes with trying to forgive.

"There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness." 
- Josh Billings

TZ said 
big sigh....forgiveness has so many different levels I think. Frankly I wish I had more of it for myself (that sounds selfish) I think about things I've done when I was six and mean to someone else and I feel so anxious about it....I wish I had forgiveness for myself at times like that... I wish that people didn't give me such a hard time for not having enough forgiveness for when I was wronged. I feel like I was taught to be someone else's verbal punching bag, to be okay with being manipulated and teased (and not in a fun way)...I hated that my reaction to someone else's meanness was in question and not their meanness...now that's a little f'd up. I finally cut this person out of my life...unfortunately she lives in the same neighborhood and I see her every so often..but I'm okay with that. Amazingly, I have not forgiven her and I am not angry about it, I feel stronger for it and surprisingly I have opened myself up to lovely people who have become wonderful friends -- unlike this other person who pretty much convinced me I was unlikeable --- that's another thing I wish I could forgive myself for...letting her dictate so much of how I lived my life...and being such a time-suck. so - in short forgive yourself = good forgiving others = more crap and the sanctimonious christian thing...OMG -- I am a christian, although no one would know it because I'm soooo flawed --- but there are times when I am at church and I want to mess up some perfect hair and say, 'really, really? are you really that goooood? because I don't think so' -- mostly i want to mess up the perfect hair, because it doesn't matter what I do to mine, it's going to what it wants to...so maybe I'm envious...see I am a really bad christian.

"The idea of God is the sole wrong for which I cannot forgive mankind." 
- Marquis de Sade

"Forgive many things in others; nothing in yourself."
- Ausonius

The Scarlet Dogma said... 
I fucking luv your ass..well not yer ass perse, but just your blatant way..it's the only way I understand. You see, this is where blog therapy, in lieu of talk therapy can be cathartic in unpacking years of accumulated resentments, even if for the moment. As I read your regurgitation of emotions...anxiety, anger, contempt, stress, guilt, shame, grief, disgust, frustration, your dogma on forgiveness, and how seemingly useless it can be, it reminds me of how vulnerable we really are-- that there are obvious limits to our human psyche when we are so deeply hurt or wronged repeatedly. We become numb to the pain, to all the shit we've had to bear, and inevitably are forced to our breaking point.

"To understand is to forgive, even oneself." 
  - Alexander Chase

karensomethingorother said... 
OH YEAH---it also just occurred to me that I could NEVER forgive the specialist who treated my Mom for weeks and never ever saw her stage IV lung cancer. Hrm... scratch most of that other zen-ish stuff I said.

"To know all is not to forgive all.  It is to despise everybody." 
- Quentin Crisp

Lynn MacDonald said... 
Just remember, there's NOTHING like a good hate so keep it up!!!