So a short while ago I started talking about how we separate (or divide, to stick to the title) ourselves into categories and judge each other based on those categories. I had wanted to talk about more serious stuff, but ended up using the whole post to rehash how some of the most recent men in my dating life have stopped seeing me as human, and how it was due to their racial make-up.
No, the irony of me talking about how we shouldn’t categorize people and then me doing that exact thing is not lost on me.
Continue reading Why do we divide ourselves? (part 2)
I’ve bounced back and forth on this issue a bit. When things fell apart with the last guy, I felt like I had to hurry up and get over it because he had warned that it was most likely going to be temporary, but I had hoped that he could be swayed because of how he seemed to feel about me.
I had promised him that it wouldn’t bother me if it was temporary, and on some level it didn’t. It was the end of an experience, and thus end of story.
On the other hand, he didn’t respect or understand or even care about how I felt about the situation. He couldn’t see it from my point of view and let me know rather quickly that my point of view was completely irrelevant to his life, or at the least to his decision making process. Because that has been a regular theme in my relationships with men, it became something I fixated on, and thus what could have been a relatively quick ending was dragged out for me emotionally.
We won’t even get into the physical loss that was attached to the whole mess…
When a friend of mine posted something on Facebook that felt a little too close to home, it made me realize a few things:
Continue reading Healing Takes Time
Some while ago, I wrote a poem and on a whim submitted it to a contest. I think I may have spoken about it on here, and I know I’ve talked about it on Twitter, during various chat events. Either way, the time has come that they’ve posted it on their website, and thus I can share it with you all!
The contest was about social issues, and I chose to write about the mandatory testing and how it’s more harmful than good. There are a few people that I have shared it with. The last guy was one of them, and he laughingly said that it might be something we talk about 20 years from now…
At least he believed I had a bit of talent.
Or he could at least joke about such a thing.
I don’t really believe he had any positive feelings or thoughts about me at all. I really wanted him to tell me otherwise, with his own words, without me having to ask for some sort of validation, but he never could. Whether that is me not able to see it in the way he was showing it, or just proof that it never existed, I couldn’t tell you for certain, but this poem at least was good enough to win third place in a contest that is outside of my home country.
That is something worth celebrating and sharing!
You can find it on the site of the magazine which is publishing it here: Wax Poetry and Art. In theory, they will have someone read it and post that on Youtube. If it comes to be, you know I’ll post it here!
Thanks for following along and being supportive of all my trials and tribulations, be they romantic or creative!!