I am clear that how I see the world isnt always true. The reason I know that for certain is because my view of the world changes over time, over weeks, sometimes over days. I’m an artist, an emotive sort to begin with. I also live in a culture in which I dont have to be preoccupied with the struggle to shelter or feed msyelf so I have plenty of time to look around and feel.
I also cant take in everything all the time. So right now I’m taking in a handful of circumstances which are pretty figural today. And as an intelligent human, and as an artist theres a tendency to want to make meaning out of things. Where is the pattern? what does that say about other people? about world politics? about the time and culture I live in?
what does it say about me?
I could turn a blind eye and just concentrate on what I do have…but that sometimes feels like turning the channel when the chairty special on Darfur comes on. Theres cruelty in the world. I’m not a cruel person but I own a pair of Nike shoes, I have bought Starbucks coffee, I eat chocolate and so with the power of my hard earned spending money I help finance child labour, the Israeli Defense Fund and military regimes.
I’m a stranger in a strange land who has dirt on my own hands.
It would be nice to skip and hum and go on in this world like I am clean and pure and can ignore all thats dirty and corrupt around me but thats not the case is it? Its not the case globally…its not the case in my family.
Having said that, I’m not sure what option there is except to turn off the television, go green, attend church, love my son and as Bup said, not let things get to me. Either that or succumb…but is that even an option for someone who isnt by nature a N? Isnt that sort of like choosing to be gay when I’m straight?
I’ll be a winner at what my exN used to refer to as “being a minion”.
About love…would I choose to be a N even if it meant I could never feel real love?
holy…no…what WYouth described as biochemistry has been the riches in my life that has outweighed the sorrow, the pain, the struggle, the sacrifice.
EXCEPT
(sigh) despite what my therapist tells me, that I wont feel this way one day, right now…I wish I couldnt have felt love for my exN, I wish I had ONLY felt wanting for him like he did for me…because he was able to walk away and take other lovers, buy his motorcycle, travel all over and not feel any pain. I could have taken other lovers, without effort. I could have bought a motorcycle and travelled abroad with some effort. But I could not have lived without feeling the pain…and there was too much. He was not worth that pain…and the pleasure I had in loving him, not just wanting him, but in wanting to help increase the quality of his life, to help him grow and develop and find fuldillment…was not worth it. I would GLADLY go back and make myself a N for those 8 years of my life. That wasnt one of the riches of my life…it was horrible. I think it might have been nice to use him, soak up all the good things I wanted from him and then been perfectly Ok to discard him after he’d lost his value to me…like he did with me.
I wonder if I’d hear something different from other survivors of N’s.
The thing I think about N’s, I dont think they really miss love, or meaningful friendships. How can you miss what youve never had? Its a life of ignorance…blissful ignorance.
And I suspect thats the truth in the political arena too.