goddessing the women I meet

Quite some time ago I met a young girl by the name of Miss Perfect. She was named thus because she was, certainly in my own heart and mind, a perfect example of what I was searching for in life. At the time I was only slightly smitten, I was already with The Smile Reverser and she was quite the catch herself (this was a while before The Smile Reverser and I started showing relationship-decay). I didn’t harbour romantic feelings, no love there, just desire to start with and a small crush when I got to know her.

 

The Smile Reverser and I made friends with Miss Perfect and got to know her boyfriend. I made a decision pretty early on to accept the circumstances and not attempt to shift the boundaries in any direction. Not without proof of feeling from her. She never showed any, so things rushed along. The Smile Reverser took to Miss Perfect and I was occasionally invited along. After while it became clear that The Smile Reverser hated Miss Perfect’s boyfriend, for reasons I think I can infer.

 

Then 3 years go by. In that time The Smile Reverser and Miss Perfect stopped being friends. The Smile Reverser and I split up, never to speak again. I moved to Liverpool. Both became pregnant with their partners and I was just elsewhere in body and spirit.

 

Flash forward: Miss Perfect is now Mrs Perfect. Same guy. Has children. Contacted me again recently. We’d talked a little before, but now I think I have a lot better understanding of her. She’s still got the elements I fall for. She’s tragic, beautiful, smart, funny, talented… etc… I’d go into specifics, but that rather removes her from the realm of anonymity.

 

Yes, all the same elements were there for me to romanticise the hell out of her, this time I haven’t reacted the same way. I have a habit of it, I do it with every woman I befriend. If they are even slightly well-matched, those characteristics are pumped-up, highlighted and flood-lit. It might last a few weeks, sometimes a few years. In the case of the last relationship (The Grin) things were a little closer to becoming serious, but she didn’t really show the interest back. So my heart went back to sleep.

 

I’ve been thinking recently, because of Mrs Perfect, what makes me romanticise these women if I don’t romanticise her? What is it within me that seems to reach out for this imagined/perfect woman? Do I want a relationship or not?

 

I’ve been reading Kant and exploring the idea of freedom. That is the crux of my dilemma when it comes to relationships. I tend to want my freedom. The desire to walk at night, never questioned. The short trip to see friends down South, never prevented. It is selfish. Now I am aware of it, I will question myself more often and attempt to overcome it.

 

But another thing that Kant poses within his theory of freedom is the idea of being a ‘slave to our preferences’. Using taste as a metaphor. You are presented with three ice cream flavours. Chocolate, Strawberry or Vanilla. Which single one do you choose, assuming the other two are inaccessible once the first has been chosen? Whatever the answer, it is not led by reason and logic, it is led by your taste-buds. Led by your senses, preferences, desires… did you ever ‘choose’ to like chocolate? No, you are stuck with your tastes. You can acquire new ones, sure… but for the most part if you hate Vanilla it doesn’t matter what they cover it in, you wont desire it.

 

So back to women. I have, for a very long time, determined to ignore my ‘preferences’ in regard to women and instead try many flavours. Sometimes choosing extremely unsuitable women (The Anarchist, Little Miss Riddled… etc…) So if I can ensure my freedom in this sense, can I also free myself from my habit of romanticising people?

 

I believe I can and have, though I know not how. When I ended things with The Grin, I was all-too aware that I would soon meet the consequence of that action. I would soon feel depressed and rotten and place her on a pedestal in my heart and ignore reason in favour of mourning the loss of a perfect creature. I remember being on the stairs in Bath with The Smile Reverser and warning her:

 

“Please don’t hate me, but I am going to be really fucked-up in a few days. I’m going to romanticise you and I’m going to have to kill it. I might be mean to you, I don’t mean it. I really need you to promise that you’ll not hate me. A few months down the line, we’ll be fine. Friends again.”

 

(They always end up hating you.)

 

As it happened, with The Grin, I did not reach that familiar stage. I am still trying to work out the recipe, but it seems I have avoided that stage. Hopefully, once I do get the correct mixture together, I can apply it before the relationship begins, so that I don’t put undue pressure on things by goddessing the women I meet.

 

Mrs Perfect will keep her name. She deserves it. I am thinking objectively. She continues to intrigue me, astound me and perplex me. She has so much love in her and so much sadness also. A dangerous mix, but a strong one. I’m happy that her life has progressed to its current stage. I’m proud of her (though I have no right to feel that way, it seems patronising, yet it is still pride that I feel). Her husband is a lucky guy. And if she does mean more to me than most, it is because how often do you meet the measure of your perfect woman? Most of us are expected to grope around and stumble across ‘the one’. At least now I know what I’m looking for.

paraphrase and experience

Sometimes I am more attracted to what a woman is wearing than how she looks physically. Not in the sense that I want to try on the clothes, that is weird, more that I just think certain colours and fabrics make goddesses out of ordinary women.

 

Been reading a lot of Thomas Merton recently. The guy is a bit of a hero of mine because our childhoods and early adulthoods are quiet similar. It seems his mind worked a little like mine, from what I understand from the essays and biographies I have read.

 

He led me to the idea of the four basic instincts or ‘roots of passion’. These are ‘roots of passion’ toward god, but I’ve never been one to apply a theory in just its established direction. Instead I’ve decided to direct them into a desire to live. And here we go…

 

There are two positive roots which don’t require much explanation, they are clearly very easy things to draw a desire for life from:

 

LOVE

JOY

 

The two negative ones are far more interesting:

 

FEAR

 

This can be a great motivation, but I like to focus on the idea of moving with fear. Using it as a method of maintaining respect for life. In the same way that god is meant to be feared. (Here starts the regurgitation of my Christian upbringing.)

 

Proverbs 1:7 says, “The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge.”

 

I like to remove the word ‘LORD’ obviously and upon doing so, we have a whole new philosophy.

 

The fear of god is respecting him, obeying him, submitting to his discipline, and worshipping him in awe.

 

The fear of life is respecting it, not struggling in the face of its rules, accepting its limits and taking opportunities that present themselves and the last is rejoicing in life’s beauty.

 

 

GRIEF

 

This is a little more tricky, but I applied my technique in regard to depression… depression is the measure of our joy. Anything lost is only mourned because it meant so much to us. There is a balance to it, when struggling with loss, we have to focus on the feeling and move through it to pay for the joy we took in it.

 

 

Something else from Merton (paraphrased) “As if we were created to ask a question and in that creative act the question was answered. We are both question and answer in the absolute. The question is its own answer. It is an experience, ‘I am.’”

rioting and my thoughts

Because it is pertinent, I wish to muse slightly on the thoughts I’ve been having on the riots around the UK.

Whilst the majority of daily mail readers have been claiming that a breakdown of family values is to blame and the majority of guardian readers have been blaming runaway consumerism/poverty (which I was fully behind until I started thinking), I had a good long think this morning about it and came up with this.

The events of the last few days are really down to the concept of justice.

The rioters themselves, whilst perhaps not thinking this consciously, are enacting their own idea of justice. Flawed though it is, it is a retaliation to the injustice observed in authoritative bodies enacting power over them; be that the government, media, police or other less than ethical group. To the rioters the idea of taking things isn’t seen as a balanced equation, they are aware it is wrong but view ‘wrong’ as something which is corrected by the authorities and whilst the authorities are doing ‘wrong’, they think that their own ‘wrong’ is less wrong than the ‘wrong’ enacted by those higher in society. Besides, they are stupid enough to ignore the fact that something remains wrong if they are caught or not. A lot are self-justifying their actions. I shouldn’t wonder if this is an attempt to circumvent the guilt that they would be exposed to if they were to think about the people they have actually hurt (members of their own community and the next generation who will grow up with even less freedom).

Those in the media and those swallowing it are observing the events of the last few days and thinking about nothing except the present injustice. They are ignoring the fact that Cameron is a hypocrite who has himself enacted random acts of criminal damage in his own childhood. They are also ignoring the fact that there is an injustice at the heart of all this which, should one consider the issues, will uncover the real issue that society must face.

The idea of Liberty.

I am a person who is free to live my life as I see fit. My liberty is secure on condition that I do not impose force over another person and disrupt their liberty. It is ethically wrong to murder, enslave or steal from anther human being because these acts disrupt their liberty. It is ethically wrong to use force on anyone; whether is is by trickery, unfair transaction or by using violence. (*)

So now we come to government. I am at liberty to choose a leader. Those around me can choose to follow that same leader. In our country we have democracy, which isn’t perfect but it avoids a conflict of leadership amongst those in government. So leading from the idea of democracy, those that we choose to represent us are subject to the same rules as a single person. They are not above anyone, they are just chosen to do the job of protecting and providing a service to us.

They do not have the right to enact force against anyone in our name. (Lets ignore my thoughts on war in general, otherwise we will be here all day). So now we come to the crux of things.

People are calling for violence against those who are rioting and whilst we have the right to request others to defend us, we do not have the right to use violence done to us as an excuse to perpetrate the violence against another person/s.

People have lost sight of the purpose of the government and our own responsibilties as a society to ensure that the least of us are protected in every sense. We have a responsibility to walk through life with our eyes open.

So whatever the NUMEROUS causes for the riots (there will be as many reasons as there are rioters), let’s remember that we ignore philosophical issues at our peril and the longer we ignore justice and ethics the worse things will decline.

I’ve been thinking about a lot more, but I need a break from typing.

(*) I believe that the media tricks us and fools the masses on a daily basis, that the government steals from us in the form of taxes (more through the misuse of those funds to wage war and bail out bankers – actual schemes like the police (when acting ethically) and social care are a fair transaction), our employers are under the false assumption that they pay for our lives and not just our time and lastly that violence is perpetrated in our name on a moment by moment basis because we subscribe to an unregulated authority which does not consult us (though this is partly due to the shortcoming/failure of democracy.)

my nurse, put me to bed.

because i made a promise to blog, but my mind is a little scattered, this blog will be a blog based on random, seemingly separate, thoughts. a mind sneeze.

 

i have re-connected with a friend who i never really knew when we were in the same physical location, but thanks to the power of the internet we are now good friends.

 

i can’t believe that only one month (or longer) (or shorter) ago I was singing britney spears in a packed pub. it wasn’t even karaoke.

 

i will feel sad when i have to take my art down from the walls in my bedroom. i am no longer moving out, but i think i still need to take them down to motivate me to leave.

 

i want to make a home movie tomorrow.

 

i need to remember to finish doing the photograph for the aforementioned friend.

 

there are riots in liverpool and i really don’t care. i mean, i care that it is all pointless, but a lot of what we do is pointless. most of it is just walking around. i do that all the time; I, therefore, identify. or perhaps I really don’t care at all. I’m not sure and I don’t want to think about riots.

 

i would like to try my luck at moving away for a little while this year. perhaps i will move to a different country. then i can come back and start university somewhere.

 

i used to cry at night, when i was a kid – because i was convinced that i would never find someone just like me.

 

the dogs that i live with are howling. we are their pack, they are trying to locate us. we know where we are. they would know if they stopped howling and thought about it.

 

i regret not being able to be friends with The Grin, she was funny. i miss her story-telling voice. i don’t even think she knows that she does that.

 

i might just lock myself away from the world in a little room somewhere in silent contemplation.

 

my sense of ‘fair’ came from a kids tv show where the boys get £10 (between the two of them) for saving a man’s life. ever since i’ve found it hard to believe fairness exists in the world. if even fiction can’t be fair, who will believe the world could be better?

 

i am really tired.

 

i talked honestly with someone about The Smile Reverser tonight. i actually talked more openly than i do in this.

 

my home movie idea is me drinking something and then reversing the film. i hope it looks as cliché and pretentious as possible.

 

i am going to sleep.

did we get sick with nicknames for the girls in my life?

I’ve been doing my usual trick of trying to love recently. Hand me a shotgun, quick. I need to stop myself before I hurt more people!

I’m just kidding, how could I pull the trigger on a face like this?

I’d stuck with Nightingale, as a friend, and she still felt a great deal for me. So when I got with The Grin I got a dose of heartbreak from the ex, in the form of complete isolation.

I’ve relied on Nightingale to keep my chin up for the past two years. She’s got a sharp mind, good for a philosophical discussion and challenges me.

I’m glad now that The Grin and I are finished with, because it means I can be friends with Nightingale more easily. Although I do still have to deal with her residual feeling for me. These things take time.

Yes, The Grin turned out to be awful for me. I should have known, but sometimes you can’t see how unsuitable someone is for you if you like them. And I did like her, I was an inch away from being smitten.

I got with The Grin after a festival in Liverpool, went back to her’s and then tried to have sex after FAR too much wine. Which ended in my first taste of the slow to rise. Anyway, after a few weeks we’re part of a ‘thing’. We’ve been for meals and then she invites me to a wedding. So I buy a suit, spend more than a royal flush on some drinks and a few taxi rides into the middle of nowhere.

Then comes the trip back to Liverpool. She turns cold as a ice-cube on the train and just gets on with her book. Whilst my skin is prickling when she reaches for a drink and I want her to touch me. I start to think. This is a bad move.

So I think about staying with her, weathering it. Then learn she’s getting a job in a distant city. Which is clever. I mean, that’s fate being smart. Throw in a distance to drag us apart.

The more I thought, the more I remembered small things. She never talked philosophy. Couldn’t handle an argument, she just thinks it is an attack and shrinks away. She doesn’t read quick (or the right stuff). We’re incompatible inspirationally, she does her performance and I like my written poetry. I think I fell for a pretty face, I deluded myself into thinking there was something under the wrapping paper.

So I ended things by a text.

I know, I know. A bit shit, but she’d never have picked up and I knew she would never understand.

I mean, seriously. On an intelligence level. She just wouldn’t understand that she was the one in the wrong. She’d clam up. Return to the cold as a starfish setting.

Because if she’d shown me a hint of love, I’d have fallen into it.

No harm.

Anyway, I got over it in a week. I’m moving to Liverpool. I’m going to live in the attic of a little house near Sefton Park. It is going to be magic to live in a city again. Much to do, much to see. Not having to get the last train back at 11:30.

 

I’m now onto the mission of monkishness.

I want to level back my life to the bare rubble of simplicity. I want to have work, exercise, food, sleep. The combination to a stress-less existence.

And you have Thomas Merton to thank. More on that later.

first post froom on the move

lets play a game of getting it right – as if we are picking out a coffee from these girls – instead of mildly (decaff) degrading them – i’d take girl one’s body, then girl two’s smile and skintone – colour girl one’s hair style into girl three’s colour and you have the perfect top of the head – but girl one still is a firm favorite for lips and nose – eye colour is girl three again – those deep dark eyes that remind me of something timid and shaking – add being timid and shaking into the equasion and you have a night i’d like to make pocket-sized and carry with me. with one more thing added… the personality and soul of a girl i have yet to have the pleasure of being introduced to.

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politics? really? where?

closed.

i write here now  ->  God Jr.

simply because i want to.

i might write here as well, but it depends what i’m writing.

funny, no?

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This is how I get found….

I love these search terms, I’ve also got the map of visitors from Google analytics to help track where they are from.

I love that people search for me specifically. I wouldn’t mind talking to some of these people sometime. Just to ask them why I matter so much. Right now, I don’t feel like I matter very much at all. I’m not moping, just being realistic.

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