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Post by WindSister on May 10, 2017 13:35:58 GMT -5
Oh, Facebook Memories. In 2009 I wrote this little piece. Since I just "turned on" Memories on my Facebook, this is the first time I am seeing it since then and it kinda surprised me that it came from me. Back then I only had my fellow Child Care Provider friends on Facebook and also my fellow Health/Fitness friends on it. So I wrote a lot more freely. Now Facebook is more like being at a wedding with all kinds of people you have to mind your P's and Q's around so I don't say as much. Anyway... wow.. reading this took me back and highlighted my journey to soon follow. I think I found ILIASM with EP in 2011/2012 - so this was a good 2 1/2 years before that. Some of it was me still trying to make my life work within the marriage but it still highlights me taking control of my life, my happiness, my well-being. It started the journey. I think soon after that I bought a kayak (my husband did not) and I started adventuring on my own. It all progressed quite nicely from there. Just sharing....
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Post by itsjustus on May 19, 2017 5:06:15 GMT -5
Nice share WindSister . I went from my 32 year marriage into another relationship without pause. It wasn't until that relationship ended that I found myself truly "alone" for the first time in decades. But I found I wasn't alone. I had me. And, as it turned out, I really liked me! I was not only comfortable with myself, I enjoyed doing the things I liked to do, enjoyed who I was becoming, and looked forward to who I would be if I kept looking to be a better "me". Plus I was one hell of a good cook! Lol. I learned, slowly and painfully at times, that I was always safe, always wanted and cared for, by me. Sounds strange, but it really did affect how I looked at life, then and now. I am not "alone" now, I have someone else in my life who likes "me". I'm told it's because I'm just....me. That the me I am is all that's needed for her to love...me. I promised her I would always work on becoming a better me, because I'm the best at being me on the planet as it is. And that's all she wants. It's as easy as that. Just be me. (I'm a very lucky man)
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Post by wewbwb on May 21, 2017 20:46:42 GMT -5
I'm totally confused by this . Who is with me? I'm with me? Can use the car pool lane? What if I don't want to be with me?
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Post by itsjustus on May 22, 2017 4:05:49 GMT -5
To expand on what I've learned about the "me" of me...... See, your you, has a me. You've had a me all your life. In fact, you've had a me from the very beginning. A mini-me, if you will. And your mini-me grew. Your you improved itself, first learning how to feed itself, then crawl, then walk itself, and so on. Now, as your mini-me grew older, there came a point where your you wasnt happy being mearly a me, your you wanted to be an us. So you had to start looking for a them, so you could be an us! See?
But guess what? They have a me too! They were mini-me's too, but now they're full grown feminine thems! However, their me's are different from yours and my me's. For one thing, their me's are soft and curvy. Also, incredibly, their me's have innies! Our me's, as you know, have outies. But, I digress. We'll cover that later. For now, let's leave it that their me's are very desirable to our me's, and their me's are inexplicably attracted to our me's. The most interesting thing about their me's, as it applies here is that their me's want to be an us too! So their me's start looking at our us's. Now at this point, all of our me's are more enamoured with how all of our me's look. (Still following me?) You know, who's got the best looking face on their me. Who's got the broadest shoulders on their them, who's got the curviest thems on their me...and so on. You get the picture. A lot of raging hormones being flung around among us's.
So before you know it, our me's pair up with one of their me's, a lot of innie-outie stuff goes on and then, usually in front of a large group of me's and our parental us's in front of a religious figure me who represents Him, bada bing, bada boom, we become an us. And life is usually good. The me's of our us's get along, have fairly regular innie-outie sessions and next thing you know, there's a mess of mini-me's like we used to be, running around. But then, it happens. Their me's start looking at our me's and start thinking that we aren't doing enough to improve our me's. Hell, our me's may well look at their me's and think the same thing. Their me's might even accuse us of acting like mini-me's, which of course we aren't, it's just how their me looks at our me. A Venus me versus Mars me kind of thing.
From there, it leads to a break down of our us. We become more and more me again. Lonely me's. Less and less innie-outie us stuff, more and more resentment me stuff towards each other's thems. We may begin to wonder what's wrong with our me? My me likes innie-outie us stuff. Why doesn't their me like it? If only they would innie-outie us more! Everything's fine except the innie-outie us stuff. Then, one day, one of our us's decides, damn it, I'm going to have (The) talk with their them and straighten this shit out! And for some God awful reason, their me says it's not their me's fault, it's our me's fault, so they're not going to change their me! We may even believe that it's our me's fault. More self-doubt of our me! So we search online, Googling innie-outieless us's. We find ourselves here, where there's a whole bunch of me's, both us's and them's, all looking for the same answer. What's wrong with my me, and their them? That's when our me's find out that our innie-outieless us's why's don't matter. It's not our me's, it's their me's. We can't change their them, we can only change our me. Our only choices are stay with their them, outsource some other me, or leave...uh...them. So eventually, our me leaves their them, and depending on how it shakes out in our us's jurisdiction, we become just me's again.
But the biggest thing is, and this is the whole point, so pay attention: we've improved our me. We've learned to think of our me first. That it's important to take care of our me. We need to be the best me we can be, if we're ever going to have a shot at being a happy me. If we're ever going to have a shot at finding a them that will truly love our me, take care of our me's heart, we have to be a better me. We can't slack off either. We need to continually work on our me so that someday a wonderful, beautiful them will fall in love with just.....
Me. Just because I'm.... Me.
(Damn....I've got to quit drinking coffee before I go to bed.....)
(Edit - I stupidly insulted someone I admire and consider a friend with my original post. Hopefully, I have edited out my stupidity....)
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Post by merrygoround on May 22, 2017 7:48:38 GMT -5
Hahahaha this is brilliant itsjustus!! Have another cup of coffee!! x
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Post by wewbwb on May 22, 2017 9:14:27 GMT -5
Well thank you itsjustus for your belittling and condescending reply. But in point of fact, I was actually asking if WindSister was speaking of Śūnyatā. But since you seem to think this is all about you lets make it about you and reply. Obviously you need the attention. So in your rambling post please state where you address her mention of: You are never alone.
You are always loved.
You are safe... always.
Just so we are clear, if your condescending attitude was meant to be "funny" - it is not. Humor does not need to come at the expense of someone else. Your seeming willingness to belittle others, unprovoked, when they aren't even addressing you, is very telling. So I'll type this part really slow and use small words... Do not confuse my posts with me. Do not belittle others. Do not take a condescending tone in your posts to me or anyone. So the choice is yours. Keep this going or not. Entirely up to you. (This post was edited as I was told (by a person I respect and admire) that my original post was "too much")
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Post by WindSister on May 22, 2017 10:44:48 GMT -5
I am sorry for posting something so vague - It's so hard to explain (for me). It was a feeling/emotion/knowledge that I had and try to hold on to (I really truly FELT that I was never alone, always loved and always safe even when outside circumstances may have one thinking otherwise). I did get into meditation and adopting some Buddhist principles at that time, so I am sure some of that influenced me. It helped me to transform from a very jittery (anxious), yet depressed, soul to one with more and more contentment - feeling whole even when alone, and calm even in less-than-ideal situations. I had a lot of poetry at that time that many may not get - life felt more alive to me and things like the wind blowing through the trees gave me strength like nothing else - that was my proof all was well in the world as weird as that sounds. I also totally "get" all of Rumi's poems - they speak to me, so that might explain the nature of what I had written. No, I wasn't smoking pot - but maybe that's kind of what pot does (never smoked it) - halt the thinking mind to get one in touch with the amazingness of life? (OMG -- that double rainbow is so beautiful). I can't say I am fully at that spot now - I am happy in a marriage, dependent on another again, no need for soul seeking, strength-building. I fear I will get disconnected from my center again and I don't want that for neither myself nor my marriage because I think being centered is good for a relationship, too. I have a jittery/anxious/depressed mom, I wish she would adopt this principle, calmness, contentedness. I don't want to end up like her when I am her age; constantly looking for others to please me, or others to make me feel whole or life to "be this or that instead of how it is." The grief that is passed on to others who are never satisfied, never at peace, have unreal expectations, or who never feel whole is horrible (I have lived with it my whole entire life). I have learned why she is the way she is so I don't take it personally but my brother has not learned nor accepted this so as a result he gets deeply hurt by her actions. I actually feel compassion for her because she suffers so much due to her own thoughts. I don't bow down to her every whim, though, because I adopt the healthy boundary I call, "Though I love her, I can't fix her." So I guess the "who" is ME (you). And if you don't like being alone with YOU, if there is no peace in that, then, no - I guess the carpool lane can't be utilized??? I was joking there a bit, I don't even know if that fits or makes sense at all, I am not quite that deep. ha. I suppose one could comprise some deep analogy with that. Sunyata - actually all Buddhist principles -- always blow my mind but I "get" them. It's all a paradox. Adopt the emptiness and feel whole/filled. Sorry for the misunderstanding caused between two members on this thread. Itsjustus - you tied it all in with SM issues, and that's not far off from where I was with it all, as well. Being okay with who you are, not losing the SELF, taking care of the SELF even in a couple-situation. Even in a HAPPY relationship it's important - I am learning this fact as I go along.
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Post by wewbwb on May 22, 2017 11:31:52 GMT -5
WindSister Your attitude of "loving detachment" with "Though I love her, I can't fix her." is a wonderful thing if you can manage it. That is a lot easier said.... Anyway, being at peace with one's self is unrelated to a separate "you". The "you" that is searched for doesn't actually exist separate from anything ANYTHING else. All of the universe exists as a part of each other. All of it.
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Post by WindSister on May 22, 2017 11:50:34 GMT -5
WindSister Your attitude of "loving detachment" with "Though I love her, I can't fix her." is a wonderful thing if you can manage it. That is a lot easier said.... Oh, don't I know it -- it's taken a ton of practice. I used to be the peace-keeper/pleaser of the family (aka "enabler"). I practice the loving detachment actions but as I am participating I sometimes feel the anger/sadness over it all, so I am not fully there - just practicing a lot for my own sanity and happiness for life. Anyway, being at peace with one's self is unrelated to a separate "you". The "you" that is searched for doesn't actually exist separate from anything ANYTHING else. All of the universe exists as a part of each other. All of it. Well, then, isn't having that knowledge the proof I am never alone? The peace of knowing that at a deep level IS the inner peace? Maybe the connection is what I felt more than anything. Phew. I don't know -- like I said, this stuff always blows my mind, but I couldn't deny what I felt that day I wrote that and the strength I felt from believing it. Of course it could all just be made up stories in my twisted mind... I can accept that!
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Post by itsjustus on May 22, 2017 12:41:37 GMT -5
Well thank you itsjustus for your belittling and condescending reply. But in point of fact, I was actually asking if WindSister was speaking of Śūnyatā. But since you seem to think this is all about you lets make it about you and reply. Obviously you need the attention. So in your rambling post please state where you address her mention of: You are never alone.
You are always loved.
You are safe... always.
Just so we are clear, if your condescending attitude was meant to be "funny" - it is not. Humor does not need to come at the expense of someone else. Your seeming willingness to belittle others, unprovoked, when they aren't even addressing you, is very telling. So I'll type this part really slow and use small words... Do not confuse my posts with me. Do not belittle others. Do not take a condescending tone in your posts to me or anyone. So the choice is yours. Keep this going or not. Entirely up to you. (This post was edited as I was told (by a person I respect and admire) that my original post was "too much")
Oh man wewbwb, I am EXTREAMLY sorry, truly!!! It WAS meant to be funny...but obviously, even to me today, I missed the mark by miles! In the light of day, I can very clearly see that I came across as rude, condescending, and belittling! An ass. That was not my intent at all, though that is no excuse. I had replied previously to WindSister post about how I discovered after some heartbreaking event's, I had to rely on "me" for my happiness. As long as I have me, I am never alone, always loved, and safe....always. I had hoped that the last paragraph of this reply would put a humorous spin on that concept.
I too was told (by a person I respect and admire, who knows us both pretty well) that you're sense of humor is legendary and that you would see some humor in it, even though it was a dig at you. With all of your humorous post's and post's on the lighter side forum, I had hoped you would give me a bit of a pass.....but in re-reading what I wrote.....you shouldn't. You are correct to call me out on it. Very correct.
I told that person just this morning how hilarious I find your funny post's to be, but how when you get serious, there is always very deep thought put into it, much like your reply to awakeforthedance above. I also told that person that you are a strong supporter...if not the strongest supporter, of other's on this forum who have been attacked by trolls, or other shallow thinking idiots who throw insults at other's. Especially those other's who are too nice or forgiving to push back against unwarranted insults to their intelligence. Like my bad attempt to be funny above. I am that idiot today.
I don't wish to keep this going. I want to profusely apologize and hope that you can forgive me and do the same. I'd like to still count you as a friend.
I'm sorry.
IJU
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Post by wewbwb on May 22, 2017 12:46:49 GMT -5
Do not spend another moment thinking about this. It is over and done and buried.
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Post by itsjustus on May 22, 2017 13:26:32 GMT -5
Thank you, very much. See edit above....
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Post by petrushka on May 22, 2017 13:48:58 GMT -5
This is .... interesting. (also the various reactions to your post) I can do, I do do all of those things. Freely, all of the time. Why? Because I have left the fear behind, along time ago. But, as an existentialist at heart, I am always alone. Even balls deep into the love of my life, gazing into her wide open eyes, we both were, at some level, alone. While trying to crawl into each other's skin. That is the true horror of existentialism. The true horror of my mortality. The true horror of how, try as I may, I will always be separate by that tiny distance. So, I have to "man up", grin and bear it. I don't care if I'm safe: what do I have to lose? I can only gain, win. I can love and feel loved, I can experience rapturous joy and happiness (and that is what makes it all worth it) and when I am not in pain, I do so freely, but, at the core there is The Abyss. Nietzsche went mad. Camus killed himself. I've lived with it since I was ~14 years old. I had a satori like experience of my own (no calendar mark) impending, inevitable death at that age. It scared the shit out of me for decades. Being an existentialist, I have to make moral judgements all of the time. I don't get a break. I can't take it from a book. It's like, metaphorically speaking, being on *live* tv all of the time. *Get it right, boy!* But, in a way that some may find strange, that is also ultimately liberating, and gives me the strength to kick anxiety in the nuts. The more I am surrounded by people, the more I can feel alone. I simply can't join the flock - put me in a church, put me into a political rally, put me into a ballroom, and I'll likely be the one edging towards the edge. "let me out of here". A deep one-on-one is more my thing, or a small group. Although - I've never tried being buried under a pile of warm, naked bodies. Certainly, full body contact with a warm naked body does take some of the sting out of it.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 14:28:15 GMT -5
This is a truly inspiring thread.
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Post by wewbwb on May 22, 2017 15:26:58 GMT -5
This is a truly inspiring thread.
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