some genuine reminder for a soldier

soldier pic

there was a soldier in the midst of some old fashioned dungeon.  Amongst the scraps of paper and old diagrams he came across a cassette tape.  Pocketing it he tried to retrace his steps.  He knew he should have drawn some sort of map; used a string or something uncoiled to retrace his steps.  His sense of direction was always misapplied and now he was barren.  Thrown back through countless missteps he could never make heads or tails.  Bearings never gave him credence.

He had been separated from the others for hours now and there must be someone wondering about his whereabouts.  War had its intrigues but sometimes one comes searching for more than war can offer.  He blanked at an unfamiliar door.  It was lucky that his light was reliable and the batteries were new.  Perhaps he should have better planned this expedition, but then he might never have come.  Dust and cobwebs were everywhere.  Untouched for years.  But there, fresh footprints, small.

He made his way through, more or less randomly wondering at what this place was ever  used for.  Dungeons must be much different now-a-days he thought.  Probably not even called dungeons anymore.  But he was sure the remnants of them could be found throughout the office buildings and accessories of so many modern professions.  Dungeons…

What little child came down here, and for which games or hideous hiding?  How so much was left behind was a mystery to him, and made him wonder what had been removed, and why?  The air smelled fresher now, and he felt more familiar.  Back to day light and duty, official tongue-lashings from petty minds over his pseudo-awol behaviour.  But he had done the majority of those things asked of him, and thought he deserved at least this.  He need not know everything from those places he visits, but only wished to take back some reminder that was genuine.  Perhaps some voice left behind on this square plastic in his breast pocket.

all we’ve worked so hard to be

love is a masterpiece

written by an avid fan

an apostle’s appraisal

of the work of a master hand

so come on home darling

‘cause I think you ought to know

where it’s all heading

where we’ve got to go

‘cause we’ve worked it all out

limousine is waiting

pack your bags and make your face and go

limousine pic

and you know

that now it’s our scene

all we’ve worked so hard to be

I’ll be spending much more time at the playhouse

I love the show

we trade our guns in for shoes

make sure they’re well worn

trade all our money

for apples turned orange

the world is our oyster

its bawdy intents

so pop in your Kenmore

let agitate and rinse

and pieces fall out

but pieces fall in

keep pieces in palm

let crust not come sin

the light that we hold here

is a foolish delight

it leaves lovers abandoned

if not ready for flight

pour me forth you nothing well

she laid her head on the tracks

may she never come back

her cheeks were white and sodden

she would never know why

getting there

was no hindrance at all

as she cast her face of wonder at the stars

she had walked the waving rushes as a child

cornucopia encompass memories compiled

my world is fast and fleeting

these days I fast no eating

when they asked for the demon we complied

all the world ever wanted was to die

stream-line rumble

whistle whilst thou scream

I recall a door


it stayed

I walked away

as these gears they pull me closer

in dynamo squeal

pulling master ever closer

forget my name

no regrets

I guess

it’s all the same

pour me forth you nothing wheel

nothing well

Active Reflection

Well now, this is something I don’t feel too often…

I’m usually full of stories and have plenty to say about plenty of things. Or I’m just brimming with emotion and have this unquenchable desire to express it.

But today?

I’ve got nothing.

Bone dry.

Zee row.

You can totally click out of this blog, I wouldn’t blame you… and it’s not like I’ll know. And even if I did, I don’t know where you live…

Still here?

Wow, you’re relatively persistent. But I just haven’t had a meaningful experience lately to write about. And I’m certainly not going to make something up.


Oh yeah, it’s just a venerable beehive of activity around here.

It reminds me of a time when I was at a party. At some point, everyone was talking with one another except for me. I was literally standing in the middle of the room, witnessing each person interact, and I thought to myself ‘it’s cool. I really have nothing to say.” So I just stood there for about five minutes, watching and feeling like everything was fine.

Then, I decided to join a crowd.

So when will I decided to engage after having nothing to say? I guess if you keep your eyes on this column long enough, I’m bound to say something. I can’t just not write… I mean I could but that’s more like a non-column… that’s not inspiring and not very clever.

Alright if you’re still reading then clearly you identify with what I’m saying. Let’s see if we can’t get to the bottom of what is going on inside to make us think we have nothing to say.

You first:






Really? No ideas?

I feel like I’m talking to a wall, here!

Oh, I have an idea, why don’t I go first and then you can think about it and then share, how about that?

Good, I’m glad you agree.

Alright, I’m at the party. And there are four groups surrounding me. Four groups of about four to five people each. And I’m standing in the middle of all four. Let me connect my ‘thought-process vocalizer’…

“wow, there are like no cute girls at this party. That one has a killer tattoo, wow, she looks like she’s hardcore. I wonder what it takes for someone to become hardcore? Are they beaten by their parents or are they just so angry at the world? I bet she has an interesting story but she’s talking with that guy…”

Well, the first thing I notice is my lack of desire to interact for, let’s use the term shallow reasons. I consider myself an attractive man and I like to keep the company of attractive women if I can. And once I acknowledge that, I can start noticing details. The girl who I was referring to had a huge dragon tattoo on her arm. And I can see my curiosity building to the point of wanting to engage but not feeling confident enough to approach. But as I remember, I did end up speaking to her and asking about her tattoo. She said “it’s a long story” and I said “well, I don’t have plans to leave just yet”. But she was not in the giving mood and I did not get to hear the story so it was a really anticlimactic moment for me.

What I can take away from this is that it takes a while for me to get comfortable in certain circumstances, like a party before I have enough of ‘myself’ to approach someone and interact. Which means that it wasn’t boredom that I was feeling, it was a less full me I was feeling.

Wow, I think I hit something.

Boredom is the feeling I get when I am uncertain of whom I am and it leads to indecision and stagnation. When I’m bored, I literally feel like I have nothing to do. But there is always something to do, including reflection and analysis. Once I reflect and analyze my situation, I make a choice to act in a certain way.

So, I’m not “bored with nothing to do”, I’m “not feeling so certain about who I am and would like some time to reflect and remember”. Oh wow. That feels great. I have spent so much time thinking “wow, I’m bored” to myself, this is such a complete change of mind.

And so much more productive, again I much prefer an active, romantic attitude to a passive, uninspiring one.

That is so cool of you. You really helped me with that piece. I’m so grateful that you listen well, not too many people can do it.

Ok, your turn. So tell me:  why do you think you have nothing to say?

Romantic Motivation


Oh, man, I am exhausted. I partied hard last night… as it should be. Saturday night is the night to be alive and what a time I had.

And it was an all male night, too. My better looking other was busy doing her thing so I decided to treat myself to a night of somewhat endless fun with the guys. And what fun it was.

Wow, it’s only 10am and I need at LEAST two more hours sleep before I can even think of getting out of bed and enjoying some breakfast…. And I would have no problem sinking back to sleep if only she would stop making so much noise. What’s she doing in the kitchen anyway, baking? Can’t she just tip toe or NOT move plates around.

Uuhh, and I am so dehydrated… ok, I’m going to make a trip to the washroom and then ask her to cease and desist.

“Hey, um, any chance you can not do that now?”

“Good morning. Um, I’m making my dish for brunch.”

Oh. No.



“With your parents?”


“At what time?”

“11:30… are you going to shower?”

You have GOT to be kidding. I was just out partying late and now she expects me to have brunch? With her family?

I completely forgot.

Well, I have little choice: there’s no way I can go in this condition. I am completely wiped out and will not be a good conversationalist.

Besides, I’m really not the biggest fan of being around her parents. They mean well but they don’t really care about what’s happening in my life. What do I need to be there for anyway?

Oh, I can already hear her answer:

‘Because it’s important to me.’

Important. How important can brunch be? I know if she had to cancel on me I would be totally fine. I enjoy spending time with my parents because they’re mine. She’d be under no obligation to be there if she was exhausted. Besides, I would want her to rest. I would want her to know that her recovery was more important than her pretending to enjoy herself. Because heaven knows I’ll be pretending to enjoy myself. I just want to curl up back in bed and shut the world off.

*Huff* oh, I know what I’m in for: complete and utter disappointment. And we’ll have to have a talk and she’ll feel-

-ok, ok, I’ll feel guilty AND lousy for not keeping my word and then try to make it up to her somehow. No, it’s my bed and I have to lie in it… oh, that was a torturesome non-pun.

Fine I’ll go get showered but there’s no way I’m going to be Mr. Chatty-chat- wow, okay, I’m totally getting wound up in my own frustration. That’s really common when I’m tired.

I have to focus – First thing’s first: what is my motivation for going to the brunch?

Oh, I really don’t have the energy for this, I wish she would just-

-NO, that’s not going to help anyone. My motivation is to make her happy. Oh yeah, real noble and stuff but you can’t make anyone happy. And it’s not enough to get me to move, so try again.

This is one of those “compromise” times, isn’t it? People say that all the time “relationships are ALL about compromise”. So now it’s my turn to do that. But I have to say, I hate that idea. Compromising feels like giving up something I want for something she wants. It’s too submissive and way too negative. I need some proactive motivation to get me going.

When I have something planned for us, it’s because I want her to be a part of my life, more so that she already is. And it’s important to me that I feel she wants to be a part of my life. This is her wanting me to be a part of her life. And I want to be a part of her life, more so than I am now.

I want to go to brunch because of what it represents: Us. Our commitment to one another. Yeah, that beats compromise any day. I prefer making an active choice about what I want than following a passive unromantic rule. And I’ve been tired before, it doesn’t mean I can’t nap later on.

“Is it alright if I shower after I kiss you good morning?”

“Of course. I was kind of worried that you were going to cancel on me… you were home late last night.”

“I’m tired, yeah. But I know how important this is to you. And I decided to make the right choice.”

“So did I. You’re wonderful.”

Maternal Influences

Well, I am certainly beaming today. I’m walking along at a brisk pace, breathing deeply and I have a song in my head that just keeps me moving along. Nothing particularly positive has happened… in fact, something was recently taken away from me.

Oh, not stolen. But a promise that was made to me was revoked. And it sucked. But it’s a beautiful day and the people around me are doing their thing and I have chosen to enjoy myself despite the recent retraction. And I was to stay focused on that.

Choosing to feel good in the face of minor adversity.

*BREATHE* Ah! It’s nice to feel this light and carefree.

And I can really see myself going down that other path I could have chose.

Wow… I’m pretty lucky to be able to do that…. chose to feel good, I mean.  And it didn’t happen overnight; it’s something I routinely practice. And thinking about it gets me reminiscing to how I developed this skill in the first place…

Luckily, I’m a child of divorce. I say luckily because after my parents split, one of them was left with a hole. And she knew she had no choice but to plug it up, no matter how long it took. So she began visiting different places to get in touch with the person she didn’t really know  -herself. After all, who was ‘discovering themselves’ back in the day? People were either experimenting with drugs or getting their adult life in order and her priorities were family and children.

No real “me” time.

One of the places she happened upon was the OPTION institute, in Massachusetts. At the entrance, the sign reads “a place for miracles”. And a miracle was what she was looking for.

After a week or so, she returned to us, her children (myself and two younger brothers) and let us in on the newfound philosophy of this place. They taught people not only how to cope with their emotions but how to actually understand where their emotions were coming from, helping people understand why they felt they way they did about certain experiences.

This was completely new and incomprehensible to me. I thought “people are mean, I get sad”. I never dreamed that there was actually an entire step in that process that is both hugely empowering and completely neglected by most of the population.

“Mean people” is the stimulus. “Becoming sad” is the response. So what is that missing step? If I get hit in the arm with a ball, I will develop a bruise, right? Ah, but it depends on the speed and type of ball. So what are the factors that I never…. Factored in?


I believe people should not be mean to me because I interpret their actions as a direct result of my behavior. So if they’re mean, it’s my fault. And I feel lousy for making someone be mean. And so I become sad.

The beauty of the new philosophy is that I could identify the beliefs behind the emotions. And the best part – beliefs are NOT written in stone; they’re completely flexible and will do what I tell them to do. So I can say “sometimes people have a tough day and when I say something that is particularly on their minds and they snap, it’s because they’re thinking about it, whether I say it or not. If they snap, they’re just letting me know that they’re not in a personable space at that moment and I can just walk away. Feeling the same way I felt before their outburst.”

That is monstrous and so much better than feeling responsible for other people’s feelings. The realization was life changing and ultimately lead me to my now chosen profession in psychology.

Had it not been for my mother, I would still be reacting to stimulus in unhealthy and unproductive ways.

So here I am, walking down the street and choosing to feel good, simply because I can. But more than feeling good, I feel an enormous amount of gratitude toward my mother, who not only gave me life but changed it in the most inspiring and empowering way possible. Love does not begin to describe what I feel towards her (love being accepting who she is and who she is going to be, remember) and any success that comes my way is my dedication to having her as a parent who not only loved me but taught me how to love.

I am so proud, grateful and lucky to be someone’s kid.

Familiar Expectations

Ah! There is nothing and I mean nothing I prefer more than coming home. After a day of work, I love pulling out the key to my apartment door, turning the lock and crossing that threshold of the rest of the world and me.

Well, not just me; us. It’s great to come home because I don’t live alone. I have never lived alone. I grew up with three brothers and so have always wanted company when I return from the things that I do outside of my home. Now, I live with my one true love and life could not be better. Yeah, I am super content exactly where I am. And now that I’ve crossed that threshold, I am ready to make myself something to eat. Maybe a sandwich? No, I didn’t get the bread I told myself I’d get. That’s fine, I have plenty of food, and the food I have plenty of is cereal. Easy, ready in a snap and as long as I’ve got… let me see… yup, milk then I’m good to go. Let me open the cabinet and reach for a…


You’re kidding. Continue reading

Two Wolves & Intentionality


An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life…

“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

“One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

“The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

“This same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,
“Which wolf will win?”

The old chief simply replied,
“The one you feed.”

*From Pearls of Wisdom; inspired by Mark Franklin’s Career Cycles framework.

Committed Eye


Seriously? Wow

I just can’t get over it. A few months ago, there was not much of a difference. But now?

Holy Jeez!

I can’t believe how many beautiful women there are walking around. And more than that: how many are looking at me.

ME! That’s  something I’m not used to… (believe it or not). *Ahem* either way, this might become a problem. I’d better be careful.

Hold up. What am I being careful about? What am I going to do – start hitting on everyone? Start harassing people? I do have self control. In fact, there’s nothing for me to be careful for… only… my eyes can’t stop moving!

Just as soon as one leaves my vision, another one enters. This is ridiculous! And why do you all have to dress so bloody good! Can’t you just cover yourselves up? All this cleavage and midriffs…. What’s a poor boy to do?

And the absolute worst thing about all of this is that it’s all look and don’t touch. Oh yeah, it’s perfectly legal to temp us guys, who walk around pumped full of testosterone and we can try to do something about it. But for those of us who can’t do something about it… we just get to suffer.

Ok, well, it’s not that I can’t… I have a mouth and we speak the same language. It’s that I won’t because… well, because I’m with someone.

I guess that’s what makes this so frustrating. It’s hunting season and I’m a vegetarian.

How am I supposed to cope with the fact that I’m not sleeping with the millions, literally upon millions of beautiful women?

Ok, maybe that’s not the whole story.

I’m with someone now. But how do I know that the person I’m supposed to be with isn’t out there? Baring her midriff?

If we were in one of those Arabic countries where women were forced to cover themselves from head to toe – there wouldn’t be a problem. They’ve eliminated temptation.

Ah, so that’s it – I’m struggling with the temptation of someone else.

And it’s absolutely everywhere.

Good, I’ve narrowed down the issue past “I want to sleep with everyone” to an actual feeling. So how do I reconcile with this without losing?

I’m in a committed relationship. It’s mostly pleasant and the days it’s not, I figure things out and make it pleasant. On that note… what exactly am I being tempted by? Is it looks? A little. Is it our good friend diversity? Yes, but even more than both of those – it’s something that I can’t quite have but something my mind always has running around:


As immature as it sounds, there’s very little escape from the movies I play in my head. And it takes a lot of concentration to keep focused on my reality when I’m bombarded with so much incredible stimulus. And fantasy is how progress is made, right? I think of something I want, I get my act together and get it and then I’m on to the next thing; because stagnation is death for me.

Is this how I want to live my relationship – always looking for the next thing? How long will this last? I could meet 20 or 30 girls… they will all be relatively similar. Yes, their taste in music and politics and art will change but they will all be human’s with desires, dreams and personalities. I’m not saying all girls are the same, but we’re all people, right? It’s more than that: My partner and I share so much in common and I like that. That’s really important to me. I once read that similarity is the second highest factor when it comes to success in relationships (the first is spatial distance; meaning the less distance between us the better).

So does it come down to “what do I want”?

If so, well, I have what I want.

Wow. That’s really powerful to say out loud.

Realizing that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be with exactly the person I’m supposed to be with is a very comforting thought. But how do I hold onto this thought in order to dissuade my temptations?

What would happen if I chose to act on one of my ludicrous impulses? No doubt, I would lose her. That is a distressing thought. Sure, the fantasy kicks in with the new girl being cool and all but in reality, it took me a while to find my partner and I really don’t want to let her go. So what I’d like to do is feel really grateful for her in my life. Yeah, I like that. That way, when I look at other girls, they can be a reminder to me of how lucky I am to have scored such a great girl. That way, I’m not resentful of all the stimulus that comes across my path and I stay focused on her.

Yeah! Alright, ladies, bring on the bikinis!

Secure Exchange


This is weird. I mean, usually I am so revved up. But lately…

I know EXACTLY what’s going to happen now:

  1. I start kissing her.
  2. She starts kissing back.
  3. I reach for her shirt
  4. I reach for my shirt
  5. I start to unbutton her pants…

Wow, it’s starting to feel like a laundry list. A laundry list for “intimacy”.

What. The. Aitch.

I’m sure I’d be in a different head space if we weren’t being intimate at all. I’m be dreaming about going through the motions. But being here now… it’s so boring.

I am about to be naked with my partner. The person I love most in this world. And I am bored.

I remember being so excited to be in this position (no pun intended): I would think about kissing her all day long and then, after waiting through torturesome hours, FINALLY, I would. And it felt amazing. And it was the same person over and over again.

And now… *yawn*

Maybe that’s the problem – maybe I’m just not meant to be with the same person for more than some undetermined amount of time. Isn’t that what people say “when the fire’s gone, it’s time to move on” ?

I know where this is headed: I’ll become so disenchanted with sex that I’ll start to look around for someone else, meanwhile, I’ll focus all my attention on internet pornography, which gives me what I want when I want it. AH, the wonderfulness of diversity!

So it seems as though I’ve already made up my mind as to my course of action. Though I must admit it’s not the best decision I’ve made . I really, really enjoy her company and don’t particularly want to start an affair or  leave her… after all, it’s not that big a deal.

But it IS a big Deal. Sex is really important to me and she should know that! Maybe if she would bother to try and be sexy for once… would it kill her to wear some lingerie once in a while? Do I actually have to go and get it for her before she acts on her own accord?

And how about she instigates once in a while? I’m always the one who starts kissing her and I’m starting to feel like she’s doing it out of service or duty, as opposed to wanting to because it feels good. What’s wrong with her? How can she so goddamned robotic?


It just hit me.

So I’m upset because intimacy has become routine and I’m taking it out on her for being robotic? But I’m doing the absolute same thing! I’m  the one instigating. I’m the one who starts with her shirt, I’m the… wow…

I’m the boring one.

Damn. I really thought it wasn’t me this time. Honest.

So what do I do? How can I change things up? Should I just stop kissing her and see what happens? I once asked a bi-sexual girl what the worst thing about dating a girl was. She said “waiting for one of us to instigate.” So I could be waiting a long time.

How about doing something like completely crazy… like… handcuffs. Yeah, that’s different and exciting.

Ok, I’m clearly going about this the wrong way. Intimacy is a shared experience and if I’m feeling uninspired, then certainly she is as well and one of us has to get over our fear and talk about it. Okay, that’s good, if I tell her I’m bored, not with her but with the situation, then I’m asking for help and not attacking her, something I do not want to do. After all, I’ve already established that it’s not her fault.

Now comes the hard part: how to bring it up. I mean, can I just come out and say it?

“Listen, I want to talk to you about something.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Well… this is… I’m not really sure how I want to say this so give me a second to gather my thoughts.”


Alright, I have her attention and she’s interested. She knows this isn’t just a regular kind of talk. Okay, choose your words carefully.

“Lately… I’ve been feeling that… well… our… intimacy has been… well… it’s become… routine.”

“Oh, thank god!”


“Well, I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know how you would take it. But, yeah. I completely agree.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Wow, I’m really glad you want to talk about it. I’m so happy you’re not avoiding me and just watching porn.”

“…uh..yeah. I really didn’t want to be that guy.”

“Yeah… so I’ve been meaning to ask you…. How do you feel about… handcuffs?”

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A Connection to Remember

WOAH! Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah!

What did she just say?

Did I just hear what I thought I heard: The words every person in a relationship fears to hear at any point in time? You’ve got to be kidding.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? It’s not like she’s giving me much breathing room here.

Why couldn’t she just say “we have to talk”? What kind of bullsh*t is this? Who just says that?

Ok, ok, try to focus. She said it. And she said it in that tone: The one that means business. She’s not just saying it to jostle me; she’s serious. And this is not a vulpine move: I know that. She’s pissed off and she’s putting her foot down.

The words set my thoughts on fire like napalm. Is there any way to respond to that without freaking out? I mean, what does she expect me to do?

“I want to have an affair”

An affair? What the hell…because I’m not enough for her? Wow, I’ve really lost it. Why couldn’t I have seen this coming?

Wait a second, it’s not like I’m an abusive boyfriend; I tell her I love her all the time. I’m there for her when she needs me; I make an effort to interact with her family and friends. So what is this? Why an affair?

Alright, I have to respond but I don’t want to snap at her – she’s already pulling away, I don’t want to make the gap farther, I want to close it… so what can I say?

“Go ahead you ungrateful bit-” no, no, that’s pushing. Try again.

“But you mean the world to me! Why would you-” No, that’s pulling her towards me and if she’s already pushing, then pulling is going to tear her apart.

I need to say something that’s going to communicate that I want to deal with this with her; show her that this is a real relationship, no matter how much I’m freaked out right now.

“I hear you. I hear that you want to have an affair”. Woah, where did that come from? Well, I want to show her that I’m attentive to her needs and that I’m meeting her where she is right now. I want to listen, really listen to her. That way, I’ll find out why she wants to have an affair. “What’s going on?” that’s good. It’s a straight up question posed after I’ve let her know that I’m all ears.

“I feel like you don’t listen to me anymore”.

That’s SUCH HORSESH- hold on, hold on; these are her feelings. She’s allowed to feel that way. But I do listen to her – and I’m listening now. She’s putting the blame about how she feels on me, like I can control how she feels. That is not how it works.

“Don’t talk about me, talk about you.” We’ve discussed this before – I’ve let her know in the past that only I can make myself feel something. If she does something, it’s MY choice whether I react to it or not. So If I’m angry about something, I’m angry. And while I might feel angry at her for doing something, the truth is that it’s my issue to deal with, not hers. We’re adults now and responsibility’s the name of the game. I’m not shutting her down, I’m just focusing her.

“Ok, I don’t feel listened to.”

Good, she’s taking responsibility. That’s important because it means she’s ready to share more about where she is, not blame me. All I can do is listen, because if I tell her she’s wrong, I’m going to push her away. So just keep listening.

“Okay, I hear that you don’t feel listened to”. Good, I’m not putting any words in her mouth and I’m just there as a sounding board so she can get her thoughts out and then go back to being sane- I mean calm.

“That’s right. And I know that you listen to me, it’s just-“

No, don’t let her drift! Remind her about what she needs to talk about. “Keep it about you.”

“Right. I feel listened to sometimes it’s just lately… we’ve been really busy – I’ve been really busy.”

She caught herself there, that’s great! Just keep it going. “I hear you say that you’ve been really busy.”

“Yeah. And I really want to spend more time with you because I don’t feel connected.”

Oh, so it’s about connection! I didn’t realize that she felt a loss of connection. Don’t get distracted, keep going.

“So I hear that you don’t feel connected to me.” That’s it, no more. And look how she’s smiling. I don’t know where that affair came from but now’s not the time to ask, just stay on task.

            “No… well… I am now. *Sigh* I just want to feel that I can still talk to you about my day because I haven’t done that in a while… I’m okay. I don’t want to have an affair anymore.”

Wow… I kind of can’t believe we got through that without so much as a bruise. But I kept my calm (after losing my mind for a moment) and just listened to what she had to say. The reflection of her feelings helped her to feel validated and that encourages her to want to share more. That’s how she knew without a doubt I was right there with her. I didn’t have to defend my actions or anything! Wow, I feel incredible!

Indebted Recuperation

I canNOT believe that.

What a JERK!

Seriously, what a total and complete ass. And I’m not one to swear but, man, that f*cking burns me up. Really burns me up! I can’t believe that.


I could strangle him. And had he said one more thing, I would have, too. Fine, whatever, ‘I should keep my thoughts to myself’, where does he get off! Who the HELL does he think he is!

I’m allowed to think what’s in my head! I’m not some kind of goddamned robot who just says everything in an appropriate manner all the time. I’m not like that. And I shouldn’t have to be! This is MY home; I can be WHO I WANT when I’m here. Doesn’t he GET that?

It’s a good thing I walked away, because that would have been messy. And the last thing I want to do is get up in his face and start screaming obscenities… though the more I think about it the more I want to walk right back in there and bitch him out.


HOW DARE ANYONE tell me what to do!

RRRRRAGE! I feel absolute rage and contempt! I could smash holes in the walls and shatter all the glass around me, leaving nothing but a pile of… broken glass. To bleed on.

*Whew*. That felt good to just get out… I feel less shaky and roiled.

And how odd of me to get roiled… I’m usually so calm and open to suggestion from people.

Now that I take a look back at my haranguing, I wonder what set me off? Yeah, I know you’re thinking “uh, Dave, clearly the person who said something to you was the catalyst. Are you dumb?” But hang on… let me replay the motions:

We were discussing my plans and I was excited to share my news. So I shared and then made a small off-colour comment and then – bang- the mood shifted and I was scolded.

Yeah, I’m 34 and I was scolded. And I didn’t like it.

Right, so “didn’t like it” is fine and good but I want to get more specific… what was I feeling? Or, rather: what do I feel?

Hmm… Right now, I feel a bit stumped. I keep reeling back to how angry I am at him and it’s breaking my focus. I mean, how important is it to know the exact feeling anyway? The whole point is that he cut me down when I was feeling so good. I was entrusting him with my enthusiasm and-

Aaaah!! So I see now… I feel


Wow, uh, drama queen much? Besides, I can’t feel betrayed… Betrayal is something that can happen to me. So how do I feel about the betrayal? Angry, that’s how. I am angry that he did that. But, for me, anger is usually a secondary emotion. Yeah, sometimes I’m plain angry but I know, right now, I’m not simply angry.

When he started to bitch me out- ok, when he started to say what he had to say, my initial reaction was “oh no, not again. Why am I always saying the wrong thing?” And my throat began to well up and I couldn’t look him in the eye.

So, I’m sad?

Kind of; it’s a type of sad: Hurt. I feel hurt. And I hurt easily when I don’t have my guard up. Like, when I’m excited to tell something to someone I care about, I’m not expecting them to cut me down. So my anger is there to protect me from receiving further hurt. My anger is quite protective of me and had it not kicked in, I probably would have broken down and cried (yeah, big girls don’t but big boys are allowed). Well, I know why I was hurt and I know why I got angry and I’m much more calm then I was a few moments ago. So… how do I wrap this up?

I would like to cut down (no pun intended) on the amount of hurt I’m feeling. And, clearly, it has very little to do with what HE said and more to do with how I see myself. So his voice is raised and his tone is trenchant but I know what he’s saying is for my benefit – it’s criticism… just not as constructive as I’d like. Right, it’s about what I’d like… okay, so if it has to do with me then how about this: I want to remember that when he jumps in, I need to listen to what he’s saying. I want to incorporate it, I don’t want to see it as an attack, because they’re both my choice. And he’s saying it for my benefit, not to cut me down; I only feel that way because of my relationship to him but that’s a WHOLE other column…

It’s a good thing he’s still around because I still need that kind of advice. As much as I sometimes act like I know things; I need to remember that I have A LOT to learn…

Thanks dad.

Abstract Competence

From ear to ear…
Or how about-

A mile between two esses.

However you want to describe it, I feel invincible! I’ve got the worlds largest, widest and brightest smile on my face. Boy, I haven’t felt this way in a loooong time. Sing it with me:
I’m in love again, and I can’t rise up of it. I’m in love again, and I love, love, love it!
(Any Cole Porter fans in the house?)

This is it: I have finally found the one. I met someone who is so perfectly suited to be mine, it’s sort of surreal. I want to shout my happiness from the rooftops, jump on couches and give everyone I meet a huge hug. Oh, I know about the ‘honeymoon period’ and what not, but I’m in no rush for this feeling to go anywhere.

The sound of her name fills my body with chills, the thought of her face begins a cascade of light from the depths of my soul upwards and fills the entire planet with sunshine. Regardless of whether or not it’s raining.

I’m short: I’m very, very, very, very happy.

Ok, ok, short: I’m happy. And while I normally describe my demeanor with that word, I realize that I’ve been lying. If this is happiness, then what I’ve been feeling is a state of contentment. Because days are now more lovely and food has more flavor.
And it’s all because of her.

Isn’t it?

I haven’t done anything differently. In fact, all I did to meet this incredible person who has changed my life was be myself (something I’m very good at). Certainly it’s her effect on my reality that has caused this unimaginable shift. I mean, who isn’t looking for someone to make them feel amazing?

Oh. No. Not again.

I cannot believe I’m relying (AGAIN) on outside information to gauge my worth. Son of a gun, I really thought I was past that. Is there really no escape?
*Huff* Ok, fine, I’m here now so I might as well see what the heck is going on.
But I’m going to be honest: I’m really nervous to inspect this… What am I going to uncover? Will I pick this feeling apart piece by piece until the only thing left is my choice just to feel great? Will I no longer see this person as special? Come on, I don’t ask for much; I’m not a hoarder of things… can I not just have this? Of all the things in my life to question and dissect, does love have to be one of them?

Woah. Well, that’s the first time I’ve mentioned that. With this person, anyway. And… yeah, it feels right. It’s not like we’ve just met, we saw this coming. So yeah, I love them.

But now that it’s out…. It’s kind of got me wondering… what do I mean when I say: I love them?
There are so many words to use when speaking about admiration of a deep sort and I’ve said “love” to more people I can count. But it’s such an abstract term. What I would like is to use the word in the most competent way I can. That way, when I say it to them, they will know exactly what I mean… and so will I.

I am crazy about this person. I think they are just fantastic. I love hearing them talk and I love talking with them. Damn, I just used it again. Ok, I want nothing more that to spend time conversing with them. Well, not just conversing with them but just spending time with them. Their thoughts are so stimulating and I hope they always stay that way.

So love is: I think you are amazing just the way they are and I don’t want you to change.
No, that’s not going to work because we change all the time. Okay, then I want to embrace the changes they make, as long as they’re healthy changes, because if they start to smoke, there are going to be problems.

Ok, so I have: I accept you for who you are and who you will become.

Wow. That’s not bad. And I think that if someone said that to me, I’d be really flattered because what else am I looking for than for someone to think I’m great just the way I am. I don’t want someone thinking that I need to change because then they don’t like me, they like ‘potential future me’. If I want to change, then they’re supportive of that. Of course, as long as I’m not changing negatively, which is for either of us to judge.

I love you. I accept you completely. That’s a love I feel competent using.

And if I find myself not being accepting, I can always read my first post again…

Anticipated Acceptance

Wow, what a mistake.

What a stupid thing to do. Sometimes, man, I can really put my foot in my mouth. And not just my foot, mind you, but my whole leg. I am SUCH a moron.

Movies made about time machines were written by people who do the things that I do. I feel so incredibly stupid.

Why did I say that? Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut? Or better, why couldn’t I have thought of something more eloquent to say?

Because I’m dumb, that’s why.

No, I’m not dumb; I’m completely oblivious to the obvious. Life is just kind of moving past my face and I, apparently, have no idea how to conduct myself among people. I might as well have slapped her in the face. Idiot! Who the hell do you think you are!? You should have your mouth removed. Let me get out of here before I say something else…

Ok, now that you’re away from people, you’re safe. That’s good. You can hide out here, you coward. Yeah, give you some paper and ink and everything’s fine. But face to face, you can’t seem to keep yourself civil. You’re a hero, alright. Why did you even come out? No one is enjoying your company anyway. Okay, maybe a few people but not enough to warrant your oh-so-important presence.

Woah. I feel awful. And it’s not like people told me to leave. What the heck is going on? Okay, breathe… try to calm dow-

-No, no, I’m not going to calm down! I’m going to turn around and leave and never come out for a night again because, clearly, I haven’t developed the necessary skills to-


Yes, I get it, I’m very, very angry at myself right now. I can feel it in my face: my jaw is clenched, my cheeks are hot, and my breathing is heavy and thick. My hands are beginning to shake and I want to punch something, causing pain in my hand, furthering my misery.

Where is this coming from? What am I getting myself all worked up for?


Okay, yes, I know I said something that I’m not proud of out loud. And she’s also, probably, not impressed. And I feel angry about that… Something I’m not proud of.

“Idiot” and “stupid”? I know that I don’t use those words often and when I do, I usually feel like one of them. But I only feel like an idiot when I do something that I know I shouldn’t do, but do anyway, against my better judgment. Well, I guess it’s not better judgment because if it was, I would take it. So I believe that the voice telling me “don’t say that” is wrong. Huh. And I ignore it and feel like a fool. AH! I’m embarrassed. Okay, that’s one part.

I feel ashamed of myself. that’s a pretty big emotion to feel. I’m not a fan of feeling ashamed of myself and I don’t feel it too often. And I hate feeling it.

Oh… so that’s where my anger is coming from. I’m angry that I have to feel something I don’t like to feel. So I cover it up with anger so that I can feel something else. I’m familiar with that and there’s a term that I’m aware of – metafeelings (it sounds so cool…): Feelings about feelings. So it’s not enough that I feel shame but I need to feel angry to work myself into a frenzy of self-rejection and calumny? I don’t like feeling ashamed of myself but it’s going to happen from time to time. And it happens for a pretty good reason- to remind me not to repeat my actions.

Unfortunately, I’m kind of a slow learner and I take it out on myself because I’m the only one to blame. Shouldn’t I know better than to do that? I can be so stup- there I go again.

Okay, so how do I want to deal with this feeling in the future, because I know it’s going to happen again because, no matter how hard I may try, I’m not able to stop time and choose what I want to say… actually, that’s a nice first step: I can expect it to happen so that when it does, I can identify it and say “ah, it just happened again, just as I thought it would”. This way, I’m setting myself up to accept who I am and what I tend to do. Already that feels much better; I prefer allowing myself to make mistakes and being preparing for when I do as opposed to beating myself up because they ‘shouldn’t’ happen.

I think I can go back inside now. There are still some people that I’d like to talk with. And how else will I get to practice my newfound technique of expected blunder? Besides, I can’t be the only person who says things he regrets here 😉

11 ways to say no (with thanks, guts and grace)

Anger has a taste.

It’s bitter, chalky and anything eaten after it just tastes bad.

It lingers in your mouth long after you didn’t say no, but wanted to.

It’s a drop of poison that no vitamin, exercise regime or organic diet can do anything about. Learning how to say no is the only remedy.

Fact: Learning how to say no with guts and grace is a delicious skill.

Learning it could save your life.

Learning to say no doesn’t mean that life will be devoid of love, acceptance, security and companionship. BUT we’ve had a steady diet of such thoughts that seduced us into believing so. A closer examination reveals the true nutritional content of those beliefs.

When we refuse to say no, it is us that keeps life stagnant and flat. In reality, learning to say no means willing to risk being fully alive – to actually have the connection and intimacy that we crave in the ways destined for us. It means that we are nourished and in return can nourish.

We are socialized to be nice, learn to say yes to please others, avoid saying no to please others, believing adamantly that we control how others feel. We hurt ourselves in the ways that we fear being hurt by others.

Ironic isn’t it?

When you can’t say no, but want to, it is you that abandons yourself, it is you that denies yourself acceptance, it is you that refuses to show love, loyalty and honour to yourself.

It wouldn’t hurt a bit if everyone understood a little Jung, to see that we are all just shadows and mirrors for one another.

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Worldwide Property: Complimentary Luggage part deux

“Stop that! I don’t like it when you talk to me that way!”

Wow… it feels interesting to yell that out loud.

“I said stop it! I ‘m warning you!”

I’ve got my finger out and I’m ready to pounce. But what if they continue?

“If you don’t stop, I’ll get someone to make you stop!”

So I have some power… but only to threaten with the power of others… no. This isn’t going to work…

I’m going back. Waaaay back to when I was in grade 4 and 5. Back to the days where I could not stand up for myself because I did not know how to. Oh, I was told to stand up for myself. I was told to say things and do things that ultimately did not resonate with me. And, to this day, if things don’t resonate with me, I can’t do them. Ok, I can but I choose not to because I don’t believe in their value.

 I was not one to fight. I hit my brother on occasion and we would fight but only because he was smaller than me and I knew I could take him. But peers? No way. They not only had the physical advantage but the psychological as well (that happens with low self-esteem, btw). So I did not want to fight. But I’ll tell you what I was one to do: hug. Oh man, I could hug anyone for any reason. Why? Because hugging filled me with a feeling of comfort and love, something I could and to this day, can never get enough of. Continue reading

Me Student! You Professor!

I don’t much like talking to strangers.

Some people are better at it than others, but it’s something I’ve never really been good at or wanted to do much of. Come to think of it, I’m not even that great at talking to the people I know – such is the fate of us introverted internal processors. I have great conversations in my head with myself, but when it comes to vocalizing my brilliant, eloquent thoughts to other people, I often end up garbling the words into something near unintelligible.

I’ll use just about any excuse to get a Far Side cartoon in here and there. I can relate to Tarzan, though – he had such great intentions, but flustered in the pivotal moment. I can also relate to the many students I talk to who are intimidated – to say the least – at the prospect of talking to their professors. Heck, I was one of those students at one point in time. Continue reading

Clear Transition

It’s beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

The sun is shining on my face and for the first time in a little while, I do not feel.

No, that’s not true. I feel. I feel good. Wow. And it’s been a while too because I’ve been going through some changes and I have NOT enjoyed the process for a second. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into… I’m not sure what. I know that depression is serious business and I did not want to get myself into something that I may not have been able to get myself out of.

But how could I stop this sinking feeling? I looked outside and I hated what I saw. I talked to people and had no interest in what they said. I wanted my old life back; the one full of smiles and promise and success. All I did was pine for yesterday; if only I could get yesterday back.

So I’m pretty deep in… whatever this is. And as much as I loathe my surroundings, I can’t stand this feeling either. My legs feel thick and swallowed up. I just want to stay in bed and sleep the entire day away. I walk around with a frown, desperate for someone of the opposite sex to look at me and take this internal pain away. If only I had a significant other. Life is so difficult on my own. It’s so much less fun.

Wait. How, aside from a 30 foot 90 degree drop can I not get myself out of something? Something I feel, no less? All it takes is willpower, right? If I have the right amount of willpower, I can get myself out of anything…right?

Ok, so I’m going to get up, walk outside into the sunshine and make the change. Okay, here I go… down the stairs, open the door and BAM! Sunshine!

I said “sunshine!”…

Yeah, it’s a nice day. But who cares? I’m still not where I want to be, surrounded by people I really don’t want to be around. Is there any amount of willpower to make me feel the way I want to feel?

Ah, okay, so maybe I should ask myself “how do I want to feel”? I want to feel like I normally feel: happy to be alive and grateful to be where I am. Okay, that’s a nice start. So how do I get there? If I knew that, I would be there.  Man, this is so tough. I don’t want to move but I know I have to…

How about flipping this on its head? What would I do if I wanted to feel good? I would grab my bike and ride to a place that I thought was really nice and just give myself some time to adjust. Can I do that now? Yes, I can. I don’t have any impending things to do; no work, no chores, I’m ok to go. Alright, I’m going to do just that, let me get my shoes on grab my bike.So here I am. At the place I think is nice. And it is. It feels nice to be away from my room and my bed. How am I feeling? The same … no, a bit different. Just a bit but it’s a start. Wow, that took a hell of a lot of energy to leave the nest. I want to find a nice spot on the grass and just sit.

Alright, what do I know: I know that I can choose to feel how I want to and right now this is how I’m choosing to feel, based on how I’m perceiving the situation. I want to make the choice to change my feelings but I don’t feel the impetus to do so. I just want to wallow in my sadness, I want to feel lousy for myself and drown in the little pond in front of me.

That pond reminds me of a story of a man who went thoughtlessly from place to place, without attaching himself to anyone or anything in particular. He simply did what he found himself doing and one of the things he did happened by a river… and when looking back, the man realized that his life was about learning and being aware of where he was to learn what he needed to learn in order for him to progress and move on. Am I so different from this man?

I wonder; if I simply allow myself to feel that my journey is not over, that I am only near the end of the beginning, will that help to lighten the blackness I feel so entrenched in? I want to make the choice to see myself in that way. There’s a mantra I used to use: “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be with exactly who I’m supposed to be with”.

I think… I think I feel something inside of me shift. Can it change that quickly? Yes. I’m alright and out of the muck. I no longer want to drown in the pond. I’m going to take my shirt off and enjoy the sun.

It’s beautiful.

I’m happy to be alive.

And I’m grateful to be where I am.

How to Land Your Kid in Therapy


Stumbled across a great article on how “over-parenting” has lead to a generation of therapy-goers.  If you have the time (it’s a 4-pager), it’s a well-written and thought provoking piece – I very much recommend it.

Here’s an excerpt:

Here I was, seeing the flesh-and-blood results of the kind of parenting that my peers and I were trying to practice with our own kids, precisely so that they wouldn’t end up on a therapist’s couch one day. We were running ourselves ragged in a herculean effort to do right by our kids—yet what seemed like grown-up versions of them were sitting in our offices, saying they felt empty, confused, and anxious. Back in graduate school, the clinical focus had always been on how the lack of parental attunement affects the child. It never occurred to any of us to ask, what if the parents are too attuned? What happens to those kids?

via How to Land Your Kid in Therapy – Magazine – The Atlantic.