lessons

love apparently

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i’m here and here are somethings i want you to know, all you lovely people of the internet…. i’m fully exhausted with my scheduled feedings of horus and every day is another misery and i’m wondering how long would it take to finally break me with this sleeplessness…. but seeing my kid come to my bed when i stir in the wee morning and then purr happily with the anticipation of nourishment, is a magnificent sight and he comes meowing and cooing and rubs his head against my face and i’m happy. he is still showing no interest in eating on his own except couple of times when he licked a bit of some chicken flavored food. i so need to get a variety of foods to see which one he would like to eat, but i’m exhausted. i think it’s partly because my lungs are not working as well as they should in spite of inhaler and i can’t wait for the weather to turn a bit warm and bring me fresh set of allergies..

so robbie (the boy who just turned 30) wanted to take me to canada for valentine’s day… but i said no as it requires me getting a passport and i’m planning not to get a passport for a while as i am still on steroids for my breathing and it makes me look bloaty and passports have expiration dates for like ten years or so… and therefore, we probably may end up at la croix, my favorite french restaurant in philly..

i was talking to tim (my mentor) about negative results or negative learning. this is something where you find out that you don’t like to do xyz. for example, one may do something like gardening for the first time and decide it’s not their cup of tea.. in this regard i was telling him how jace (my husband) did two things in the name of science and experiment. well, we scientists are suckers for data and so we collect for everything. when he was fifteen, he worked with a farmer for a summer to find out how farming life is and he found that farming was hard labor and that he never would be a farmer. another time, when he was doing his post doc in paris, france, jace  dressed up as a homeless man and he stood in a corner and begged for money (not even that, he told me, he just stood there with a hat in his hand) and he found out that beggars made lot more than his student stipend… 😊 i was so filled with happiness from talking about jace…

my american boy keeps circling my cubicle… i was standing way too close to him today and it’s hard not to flirt or seduce him… in spite of the cold weather, i was warm. sober and whole and innocent. in the most natural of states. with him, like his presence made me something better, newer, cleaner. like this was all i had needed. a balm for my scars… something so familiar with a foreign thrill, the spits of water burning off the scars. they seem to fade when he touches them. i forget they exist. and i forget that i live in an imaginary world.

little warning my lovely boy…

seduction is both a science and an art.  in order to perfect it, one must construct a hypothesis based on extensive research and subject that hypothesis to rigorous testing. ultimately, though, the key to seduction is the communication of your results.  therein lies the art.  the manner of presentation rests within the curl of my lips and eyes and discretion. and i’m quite an expert in communicating with my curves and lips and eyes.

and also, seduction is like boxing.  it requires both endurance and persistence.

breathe deeply, my darling boy…  i’ve only just put on my gloves.

thanksgiving 2017

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11/22/2017

i did a lot of running around for a planned no-pants day. i should have been at home “working” with no-pants on but that wasn’t the case. last evening after i have left for the day, my boss and me got a message from a colleague reminding us to take care of something and boy, was i pissed to see that message… i was in the train half way home when i got the message and i felt like returning back to the office and slapping that person…but i replied politely saying that i will take care of it and as i couldn’t take care of it from home so i had to actually go into the office and i wasn’t pleased… it kind of disorganized my entire day which i carefully planned. but sometime best laid plans, etc. happens.

i went to a bjs (for people who don’t know, bj’s is a grand supermarket) to buy paper towels and toilet tissues. i use a lot of them on account of my kids and i go thru a lot of toilet tissue as i quickly figured out the dinky little face tissues are useless (and expensive) and so at home, i usually use the toilet tissue for my perpetual runny nose needs and for that reason i buy the softest possible tissues and i figured if they are good for my bum, they should be good for my nose as well… while i was looking around and price checking, this father with two young kids came by and he was teaching the oldest one (daughter) the knack of shopping… (for a moment, i got pissed that he is already training the girl to conform to societal norms like shopping and cooking and household stuff, but i calmed as she needs to learn these things and be independent anyway); and he was explaining why he is buying what he was buying and i met them down some other aisle where i was browsing and obviously, i was slightly interested in their saga… and he is shopping for the toilet tissue and guys, idk what this whole equations you see on the toilet rolls for eg:  8 mega rolls = 32 regular rolls and idk if i were correct in my understanding of toilet tissue equation ie they are talking about number of plies per roll.. and that the number of plies in a roll dictates the softness and the standard (regular) roll usually is 2-ply… for the reasons i mentioned above, i pick up the three or four ply because my bum (and my nose) deserves the softest tissue…

so this father’s explanation to the girl why he was picking up a $32 package of tissue (may be 12 or 16 rolls) because they can go farther… and i think he was so wrong in his calculation and correct me if i’m wrong…….. i don’t think just because it is softer than one ply or two plies, you don’t tear just one or two squares of tissue to wipe your bum.  and if one is counting number of squares and using only two squares, hmmmm, then we have a problem and in my opinion, keeping your naughty bits clean is vital, both in health and sex context (haha, fun fact – i actually wrote a guide to doggy style as my husband dared me); while this lesson was going on, the boy, obviously younger, checked with his father to make sure that this is the right tissue to use when he has diarrhea !

i finished my planned shopping and today my kitty boy felix actually got up and ate his scheduled meals which made me tear up slightly. this is the most happiest moment for a parent to witness – having a sick child recover and resume life. i still have another child who is under the weather, but nevertheless, small blessings, eh ?

i picked up some fruits for my crêpes and some persimmon and honeydew melon. now, persimmon is my favorite fruit and i especially love hachiya and alas, the ones i picked are fuyu, and i don’t find hachiya often and when i got home i immediately cut one and ate a piece and that one was still unripe and so my mouth felt puckery and blah as raw and unripe persimmons have tannins… i now patiently wait for my fruit to ripe.

i am set for the long weekend and the invitations and pressure to come and join x, y, and z people kept piling up and kept saying no… even my boss wanted me to come and join her family as she thought i would sit at home alone and depressed. i almost wept with joy for her thoughtfulness, but i declined the invite. well, i do wish i have another person to share my holiday but i am content. i have learned to pick myself up every time life knocked me down and i admit, falling in love with terry set me off-balance, but i will stabilize soon.

i have been analyzing myself lately and these are some of the points which leapt out….

it’s easy to put pressure on myself, to think that what i’m currently doing is somehow not enough when in reality its perfectly fine, and even wonderful sometimes; i have this list of things which i am doing, responsibilities i have undertaken at church or with friends, and have equations of sorts of what i am putting in and taking out. there are still outstanding matters on my list and they were there far too long, and but i breathe in and i breath out and i am holding myself together and stapled my innards so i won’t spill myself over and but still, at the end of it all, i feel like a deadweight and i sink into my pillow. there are many things i need to complete; this is not to say that i am not at my best; i am at my best it’s just that my source or power, happiness is dependent on me being able to breathe and i haven’t had enough time to breathe in lately.

i am a mess of post-its, loose papers, chaotic thoughts, things written down on scraps of paper, on my wrists; i sit in the shower thinking about things, and forgetting about things; i find myself in a strange place, neither here nor there, neither winter nor spring; an inbetween space between sighs and behind closed eyelids; my life, it seems is a brief pause, a comma and everything’s up in the air these days and i’m impatient and i feel like pushing the fast forward button.

when i sit and think about what is important to me, my well-being seems to the least important bit on the list; there’s work, my future, my relationships, my past, missing people, hurting for people, my mental well-being, my dancing, my health, my little body-mind kind of lounging off of on the couch; i’ve spent the past few months either utterly blissful or facedown in my pillow completely depleted off energy; it’s difficult for me to admit my own weaknesses or that i am not okay, but may be that the case; i am very much not okay and maybe i just need to let myself rest and take time for self-care and really get to the bottom of this asthma which is weighing me down.

i let the sun heal me, soothe me and my badass playlist keeps my heart beating, but i still feel like i am just surviving, barely scraping by enough, keeping my short-term-self happy by checking out books from the library and i just want to take a highlighter and underline all the things i read and i feel like melting all the poems and injecting them straight into my brain. may be i am bit of a mess, and may be in a strange way i enjoy it at times, but what’s taken me a very long time to realize is that this is not the me that i am when i’m my best. but this is okay as it always circles around and you start at the beginning again. fresh starts.

in any event, i am grateful for many things in my life and grateful to god, to my cats, to my parents, to my lovers julien & jace, and why not, to terry, to my mentors and friends, to my books, to ballet and to musique.

joyeuse action de grâces à tous !

lessons…

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11/16/2017

it is such a nice day today and i loved my conversation with my boy… when i said my conversation, i made myself a total ass in front of him, but he was very patient and explained and i felt small… let me add that it is not entirely my fault as i only got half of the facts and sometimes presuming things is very dangerous… but thankfully, me checking with him is a good thing as he straightened things out for me.

but coming back to the conversation, i actually felt closer to him somehow, not just in my mind but for real, i mean i was comfortable with him for the first time and i was explaining something to him and he said something and i almost said “i think that’s because you are warm and sweet” and i had to stop myself and said something less inappropriate for a work situation. may be this is the reason why people say, don’t date a colleague… well, i don’t fucking care… if he wants me, he can have me. i think the problem (again) is me, as i am so goddamn afraid of my feelings for him, i put up barriers and i think i’m very self-destructive and i’m a walking ptsd and so everything i say to him comes out wrong and yes, it may rub people the wrong way and i feel like saying to him “i am sorry” like 1000 times / second but i think he already knows that i am not a mean person and god, i hope he realizes that. and also, today i was telling him “i am peculiar that way” and he laughed and said something to the effect that he already knew… side note: i’m not sure if my boy knows that i’m a christian in spite of the fact that i keep sabbath.. we had a christmas conversation today and he is like i celebrate christmas and i wanted to say, fine, but do you wanna go to church with me ? 😊 gosh, he makes me so happy !

i so need to grow up !

just so you know terry, i would like to carry you around in my shirt pocket !

my favorite officer tim at work cracks me up immensely. that is because he always plays hide and seek with me when he sees me waiting for him in front of his office. i may have mentioned this before, i consider him as my mentor, and on an intellectual level i am same as he, but he comes with more wisdom and with better people skills. on the other hand, i’m totally inept when dealing with people because most of the time they bore me. for that matter i think my boy as well is like that, you know more malleable and wiser… i’m wise but my problem (i think currently this is a problem) is that, i worked in a private sector before and i had all the power next to the ceo & president, in the sense that what i say happened… but now, it’s more democratic, much to my misery as i want things done my way… goddamn !

but as i always believe, everything is a learning experience and i need to grow and i am sitting on the board of a non-profit organization as a treasurer (i know right ? me still learning and who in the right mind puts me on a board ?) and all these experiences i’m learning are making me grow and more importantly, i am finding myself trusting my boy and getting comfortable enough which is also quite scary.

i went out with a bunch of work people as my boss dragged me to dinner and huh, it was a bit painful…people talked a lot about weird foods they ate (i got nauseous and gagged for the better part of my meal) and then i chose not to have dessert as it was already late and i won’t be going to gym tonight and tomorrow (sundown is at 4:44 pm) and everyone started explaining to me why they are eating the dessert (gelato) and i was thinking i don’t fucking care why or why not you are eating, plus i am overweight (just ask my ballet teacher) and i take my health quite seriously… just so you know, one can be skinny and be very unhealthy.

speaking of health, the other day i was jumping up and down in front of tim asking him who i go and complain re. all these smokers riding the elevators. scientific fact is third hand smoke (the clothes of a smoker) can be deadlier than if one actually smoke and i have asthma and three days in a row i was going up and down the elevators and every single goddamn time, smokers were riding the elevators and it was quite distressing… now, i take my health seriously. because of that i am a vegetarian, i go to gym, i don’t smoke or take alcohol (i don’t even take cough syrup with alcohol), i don’t eat anything out of cans, salt, sugar, etc., etc., but now i am in danger of getting lung cancer because some idiot who smokes and walks around with toxins on his shirt..

i just wanted to record my day as today was magic, i wish i have days like these and  i get to sit with my boy and just talk rubbish and laugh and be happy and i record this day, as the days i am really happy are few and far between… this week is long and tiresome and can’t wait for this week to be over and thankfully tomorrow is friday….

good night blog !