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EVERYDAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY
Jake and I were talking about birthdays a few weeks ago. How we treat people extra-special when it's their birthday. How we feel it's ok to ask for a little more special treatment when it's our birthday.

It made me wonder why we don't do this more often. Why we reserve the extra-special for birthdays. I know, it's once a year and it's easier and more realistic to drop everything and prioritize someone once a year. But imagine if we picked a select few people in our lives and decided we would treat them as if it was their birthday every single day. So you could always treat them with a little something special?

Maybe special would lose its meaning then? Since every day will be special and all...

But I think not.

I think it would make the relationship that much stronger. That much better and deeper. And wouldn't it be cool to know that you don't have to wait for their birthday to make those special pancakes, to give that awesome gift, to make them feel as special as they are in your life?

It just feels right to me. I want my loved ones to know that everyday is their birthday. That I can make them feel special every day. I want to.



November 05, 2009 | link | friendship | share[]


THE BEST THING
Last week's catalyst was a response to a question from my energy class as well. The teacher told us to all go home and ask someone close to us about the best thing that happened to them today. This is interesting to me on three levels:

1. Most people aren't used to being asked a question about themselves. (Most people talk about themselves and don't listen to the other person that much.)
2. Most of us concentrate on the negative and being asked to think about something positive is a wonderful change.
3. It's amazing how small and insignificant-seeming events can be the best part of our day most often.

Try asking someone close to you. And tell me...

What was the best thing that happened to you today?

April 07, 2008 ~ 17:04 | link | friendship | share[]


NOT ALONE
I've always had this theory that there's no one like me out there. This is not in the boasting, "aren't I great" way. On the contrary, it's more like wondering "what's wrong with me that there's no one else like me?"

When I was in Turkey, I could use that as an excuse. Surely, there would be more people like me in the United States. College would do the trick for me. After all, people came from all over the world to go to college. Well college came and went, New York came and went, and I never met anyone who made me feel like I wasn't a complete anomaly of a human being.

Until yesterday.

I was at my first ever scrapbooking event and the speaker went on and on about her life, her approach to things (including scrapping) and I couldn't stop thinking how she was a kindred spirit to me. The funny thing is, on the surface, I've met many others who seem to be much more similar to me: people who love computers, books, writing, or anything else I like to do. But this woman, she felt like she was similar to who I am and not what I do.

To be honest, I don't even know if she really is. I've only heard her give a speech and maybe chatted with her for 30 minutes. We may have almost nothing in common. But the few words she mentioned were exactly what I've said/felt at times and that's all I needed to hear for this "aloneness" to disappear. And pooof! it went.

Amazing how great it feels to let go of something I've been carrying around for over twenty years.



VARIETY OF FRIENDS
I miss New York City.

Even though I was completely ready to leave it when we did, I never realized how very much I was going to miss it. Sometimes it's as bad as craving. There are many reasons why I miss the beautiful city, but one of them is the variety of friends I had there.

Mostly due to the fact that I did more differing activities when I lived in NYC, but also because the city draws so many different people. When I look back upon the years I spent there, the people whose faces jump out at me are from so many different backgrounds, not just Wall Street. I remember the artists, the musicians, the readers, the goth, the programmers, the deaf, the teachers, the executives, the Turks, childhood friends, fleeting friends, random acquaintances.

It was wonderful having such a wide variety because it was a constant reminder that my way wasn't the only way to live life. And it's too easy to forget that sometimes. It's easy to get lost on the Wall Street life or the Silicon Valley life. I've been blessed to have worked at the best of the street and the best of the valley, but it's still crucially important for me to remember that these are small microcosms of humanity. They may be where the money is concentrated but they definitely are not the only place to look for interesting people (sometimes just the opposite in fact.)

So I need to find a way to build that variety in my California life. I have a bit of it with the scrapbooking I do. But not enough of it. Not nearly enough of it.



TOO INTENSE
So I've been experiencing a new bout of giddy with new friendship syndrome. And I was trying to remember the last time this happened so I was looking through my archives and spent the day going down memory lane. The last time I blogged about it was in 2001 but I did have another one of these in 2003, when I moved to San Diego.

It's interesting to see that they are not as frequent as they seem and, over time, I am not actually even friends with half these people. I am with some and in those cases, they are solid, strong friendships that feel good and not messed up even though the intensity is gone. It's good to know it can last but it doesn't matter too much to me if it doesn't each time. Some people have staying power, others don't. Each plays his/her role in my life and that's the part that matters.

I've also noticed today that the intensity with which I go to this phase can freak some people out. This has happened before when people interpret it as more than friendship or aren't used to people being really this straight with them and not having it be sexual. But it's not. And generally, eventually they come around. But, maybe not every time. Who knows?

Anyhow, another important thing I thought today is that I miss writing this blog. I mean properly writing it. Where it's not photos or scrapbooking or books, but it's me. My thoughts. Not just about David, though those too. But about me, what I think. What's going on. Why it matters.

So I'm going to try to do a lot of that. Daily, in fact. Let's see if I can manage every day in November.



A GOOD FRIEND


I often miss my college days. There are many reasons for that. Like the lack of major responsibility or the fun of taking classes I really enjoy and being surrounded by intelligent people who have a lot of free time to discuss and relax. But one of my favorite things about college, particularly the one I went to, was the people.

Even with my foreigner naivete, I had some fantastic friends in college. People I really respected and loved. People I looked up to. People who inspired me. People who made me laugh for hours. Some of them, I have been able to keep in touch with. With others, I have sadly lost connection. Every few years, something strikes me and I go searching for my old friends. Sometimes my emails are met with pleasant surprise and sometimes they think I am a freak who needs to move on.

Regardless, one of the hardest things in my life after college has been meeting interesting people and forging solid friendships. Especially now that I have a family and a busy life, it's almost impossible to have long conversations with people. Long conversations are what I need to bond with people. I miss having that kind of time. I miss talking until the wee hours of the morning. I miss getting to the core of people and having strong friends who are honest and stimulating.

I don't know how adults make friends like that. If you know, please tell me.



PROJECTING
I have noticed over the years that whenever I'm in a repeating group setup (like committee meetings, mom's groups, class, etc.) there are one or two people who immediately stick out to me. These few people give me the vibe that they dislike me. Right away, I feel uneasy around them and go home wondering why they dislike me so much.

Over the years, I've often felt self-conscious and sad that people don't like me. I've also noticed a pattern I go through when dealing with them. I first try to be really nice ("suck up") and see if I can change whatever it is that's making them unhappy with me. After a few weeks of this, somewhere along the line, I decide I don't like them either. My dislike then grows stronger and stronger until I can't stand the person any longer.

Doesn't that sound fucked up to you? It does to me.

On Sunday, while reading Paolo Coelho's new novel, I realized something. My current theory is that I'm projecting. When I meet these people for the first time, there's something about me that I dislike that I see in them. Something about them reminds me of myself and I pick up on it without knowing it.

All those weeks I spend sucking up to them, I am really looking for reasons to blame them for not living up to my expectations of liking me. And then the whole thing, as expected, falls apart and now I hate them. When all along I set the whole thing up without realizing it. I don't know if this is true but it's my current theory. So next time I get this feeling, I am going to work hard to pinpoint where it's coming from.

Or it could just be that they really don't like me and I am not projecting or being paranoid.



BFF


Friendship is such hard work. I've been thinking a lot about the friends I've made in my life. I guess more than the ones, I'm thinking about the ones I've lost. I try to invest a lot of time, effort, and emotion into my friendships and so when they disappear, a piece of my heart walks away with them.

I've notices three different trends in ways that my friendships disappear. The first is the most obvious one of busy lives. I'm busy, he's busy. We work in big companies, we work too many hours. We mean to call. We mean to write. When we get together, it's tons of fun. It's just that we never do get together. We don't write. We don't call. One's traveling, the other is at work late. Fact is, we're never as busy as we think we are. There's always time for a good friend and for good coversation. It's good for the soul. A good friend and I had found a solution to this when I lived in NYC. We'd set up a regular date for Thursdays after work. The two of them and the two of us had a regular date at a bar in SoHo. We always showed up and spent anywhere from one hour to five hours at the bar chatting. Somehow, because it was regular, we never ditched it. There was never the worry of scheduling, it was ongoing. I wish I could do this with all my friends. Maybe a regular phone date. Or email, even. Good friends never really disappear and even ten years later we can catch up but there is that little bit that vanishes and once daily life isn't shared, we do have a bit of distance between us that never closes.

The second is a bit more painful. It's the case similar to the one above but one party is obviously making a bigger effort than the other. This is painful when I'm the one making the effort and it's painful when the other party is. If I am making the effort and calling and writing with no response, I feel hurt and rejected. If the other party is doing it, I feel guilty and frustrated. There's something obviosly out of balance here. Sometimes, it balances out randomly when the other person changes their mind but it's rare. What generally happens is that resentment builds and the friendship whiters away to nothing.

The last one is my least favorite one. It's the one where something happens. Big or small. Something that makes you question the friendship. Something that leaves you with sour taste in your mouth. It might be a bickering that should have never gotten out of hand or a true betrayal that hurts deep down. Either way, there's no going back. You can try to apologize, forgive and go back but things will never be the same again. That thing is now there. It's like a thorn that is too deep in your flesh. This only happens with really good friends because those are the only ones you give a shit about enough to have this pain. And it hurts like hell.

There are days when I feel it's easier to just be with my family and books. There's much less potential for pain there. But then a friend calls and I remember why it's important to have him or her in my life.

June 06, 2005 ~ 17:06 | link | friendship | share[]


LETTING GO


It's quite funny that I wrote about letting go four years ago in reference to having children. Last night, in bed, I was thinking that having David has cured me of quite a few things. It's a case of "when you have no time to worry, you simply don't."

I used to worry about everything. And I mean everything. I have a major issue with letting people down and if I feel like I let someone I care about down, I beat myself up for days and sometimes months. It's not healthy and it doesn't accomplish anything except to make me really sad. But I wasn't able to stop doing it.

Before David, that is.

I've had some major letdowns in the last few months. I lost what I thought was a solid friendship. I realized that sometimes you can't count on the people nearest to you. I understood the phrase "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." And I've finally admitted that often times the only one you can count on is yourself. I've also had some amazing surprises and an incredibly healthy and happy baby but those are not what we're talking about for now. Ordinarily, just one of the things that went wrong would be enough for me to beat myself up for months. It would mean I'd mourn for weeks and go over and over the events to find the exact point where it all fell apart and how I should have done it all differently.

Before David, that is.

Now, I sleep the three hours a night that I can manage, I eat, I work and I play with my amazing son. I have somehow managed to move on and let go. If the people in my life aren't there for me and aren't willing to work with me, I guess we're not meant to be in each other's lives. Friendship takes a lot of time and commitment. It takes perseverance and being humble. So does family. If those traits are non-existent in a relationship, maybe there's no relationship worth hanging on to.

It's funny that I thought I shouldn't have children until I've learned to let go. If only I knew having children was the thing that would teach me to let go.

Thank You, David.

April 15, 2005 ~ 11:04 | link | friendship | share[]


SLIPPING AWAY


One of the saddest things for me is to realize when a friendship has deteriorated so much that all of our conversations are empty. It's one thing to acknowledge that it's over and stop calling each other, but an entirely different ballgame when we continue the appearance that all is fine but we both know it's not.

Recently, I've begun to notice that some of my oldest friends have become such acquaintances. We can talk for 50 minutes about absolutely nothing. And I don't mean that in the nice way where you are chatting about the random fun stuff you did that day. I mean in the way where you both know the conversation is dragging. You're not saying anything of substance and the conversation will never leave the realm of "fakeness." I know that I should let go of this friendship regardless of its history. I know we both already have. But it's so hard to take that last step.

To admit that sometimes things just fall apart for no reason and when people don't stop to recognize or address it, it gets to a point where there's no turning back. Where you wonder what held it together to begin with. Where you can't remember the beginning, only this very sad ending.

Having these conversations physically pains me. But at the same time, I am loathe to let go for some reason. I don't want to admit it's over. It's as if my admittance will make it end.

So I just sit there and play along.



IMPORTANCE OF HONESTY


A friend of mine and I were discussing honesty the other day. I am firmly of the belief that sound relationships and solid friendships are based on complete honesty. She doesn't fully agree. She thinks honesty is quite overrated in certain cases.

I believe if I am going out wearing something that makes me look bad it's my friend's duty to warn me. She believes that if I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw and my friend's opinion differed, that doesn't mean her opinion is worth more than mine. As such, my friend shouldn't say anything. If I ask, then she can offer her opinion, but otherwise it's not needed. She claimed that especially in cases where the problem is not resolvable (for example, I meet my friend at a restaurant and she doesn't approve of what I am wearing) that honesty would only serve to make me upset or frustrated and it wouldn't help one bit. Wasn't it better to keep your words to yourself?

I am not sure where I stand. Obviously, my friend and I are allowed to disagree on opinion-oriented issues like a piece of clothing or a career move. Then again, almost every difficult decision one has to face has opinion-oriented aspects to it. I might agree that if it's after the fact or too late to turn back, my friend maybe shouldn't share her differing opinion. But even then, isn't it better for me to know how she feels for next time? Just because she shares her differing thoughts doesn't mean I will do what she says over how I feel. But isn't it better to know the thoughts of someone I trust?

I guess it all depends on how strong and well-balanced the friendship is. If I consider this person a true friend and know that she would never say things out of jealousy or competition, and if I can trust myself and my own choices, I would like to know the truth about her thoughts. If she's capable of being catty or if I am so weak that I would blindly take her choices over mine, it's best for her to keep her thoughts to herself.

But, then again, at that point, she's not really my friend, is she?

May 26, 2004 ~ 12:05 | link | friendship | share[]


AMONG OLD FRIENDS


Jake and I spent yesterday in Los Angeles. I am planning to work all weekend, next weekend, so we thought it might be nice to get away at least for a day since I'll be working for twelve days straight once this weekend is over. We'd visited LA three weeks ago to take photographs and the ride home was so painful that we didn't want to drive up there again for a while.

This time, we set up brunch and coffee meetings with two of Jake's friends. One from his high-school years whom he hadn't seen in nine years and another from college, whom we hadn't seen or talked to in over four years. We figured between the two get togethers, I'd spend a few hours practicing with my new camera. Since our last experience had taught us that we could spend forever in LA traffic, we decided to pick one spot and spend the few hours there. I read about several different places and settled on Olvera Street which sounded interesting, fun, and full of potential for photography.

We got on the road at 9:00am and made it to Santa Monica in exactly one hour and forty minutes. It was my second time down the boulevard, but Jake's first so we strolled a bit while I tried to take some pictures. We then met his friend and his friend's girlfriend for brunch, had great conversation. Charged up and excited, we then strolled down to the beach for some more pictures. I'm not really a lie-on-the-beach type of person but there's something about the Pacific Coast beaches that I find magical. Maybe it's how expansive and never-ending they feel. On Friday Jake and I had gone to La Jolla for me to pickup some paperwork from work and spent lunch by the beach and I told him that we should visit a beach at least three times a week. The Santa Monica beach was louder but it still gave me the sense of serenity I enjoy.

We left the beach for the loud and joyful crowd of Olvera street where we spent an hour walking and taking pictures, eating Mexican food, and enjoying the 70-degree weather. Just as we got in the car to drive towards Hollywood, Jake's friend called to let us know she was finished with her commitment so we met her at the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard where, of course, I took pictures. We spent the next two hours catching up, laughing, and talking about our careers, lives, marriage, and mutual friends. The way back was as painless as the way up and we made it home in less than two hours. All in all, a truly enjoyable day.

There's something special about catching up with old friends. No matter how long it's been since you last saw them, there's a sense of familiarity that never goes away and allows you to fill years of gaps in a matter of minutes. It leaves you so fulfilled and full of hope and you remember all the things you liked about that person all along and rebuild your faith that this time you won't fall out of touch.

It was one of those inspiring days.

March 07, 2004 ~ 20:03 | link | friendship | share[]


BITS OF DISHONESTY
I've been noticing a pattern among people I know. It occurs most commonly between couples who've been together for a long time. But it also happens to longtime friends. Sisters. Brothers. Anyone who claims to be close.

People lie.

Okay, two qualifiers. One, I do understand that people lie all the time and that whomever says otherwise is lying. Two, when I say lie, I mean more that they don't tell the truth. Somewhere along the line in a relationship, we learn what the other person wants to hear and spend a large amount of energy providing those answers instead of the truth.

We make up many excuses not to say what we really mean. We don't want to hurt her feelings. We don't want to annoy him. We don't want to frustrate her. The list goes on and on. In our minds, we are doing a service to the other person. We are preventing an argument. We are preventing a possible altercation. We are sacrificing a future or even an imminent problem by evading the truth. We are sacrificing ourselves on behalf of the other person and they don't even get to find out. Aren't we such angels?

The fact is: we are not. The whole time while we're sacrificing ourselves on behalf of the other person, on behalf of the relationship, we're secretly building up resentment. We're angry at the other person for not letting us be ourselves. For not letting us tell them how we really feel. We may not even notice it at the time because it's only a tiny trickle of it. It's as small as a seed. But it grows. Each time we say something we don't want to, each time we agree when we don't mean it, each time we don't say what we mean, the seed grows.

Eventually, it gets so big that we don't even give much thought to the truth. We automatically say the answer. We convince ourselves that the other person wouldn't respond to the actual truth. Wouldn't even want to hear it. So we never share it. We don't even give the other person the benefit of the doubt. We just resent them. For who they are. For who they were years ago. For the choices we made.

I don't know why it took me so long to notice this pattern but it's all around me. I see it everywhere. All the time. Each time I've faced the other person and asked them why they won't just say it? Why not face their loved one and tell him to truth? In the name of getting rid of years of resentment. Years of not giving the other person a chance to know the full truth. Every time I asked, I consistently got an enthusiastic no. I couldn't do that. He wouldn't understand. She wouldn't listen. He doesn't want to know. She doesn't care. It would start a fight.

How do we grow to give so little benefit of the doubt to the people we love the most?



FIXING OTHERS' LIVES
My question of the day is: Do you help a friend who's walking down the wrong path?

A few years ago, I would have said, "Absolutely." Assuming this was a friend whom I feel close to and can be honest with, I would do anything necessary to 'save' my friend.

I'm not so sure anymore.

First of all, who makes me the judge of whether a path is right or wrong? How do I know what path is better for my friend? I feel like it's conceded of me to assume I know what's best for someone else. I can't even be entirely sure what's best for my own self.

'Fixing' my friend, besides implying that she's broken also implies that I am qualified to fix her. Am I willing to take the responsibility that my way may not work out for her? Am I sure my solution will actually work?

While I am now willing to admit that telling my friend he is fucking up his life is a very cocky assumption, I still don't know the best course of action. What if my friend has a habit that might cause her to permanently harm herself physically? What if my friend is putting her life at risk? What if he's putting other people's lives at risk? Where is the line? When should I move from 'supporting-mode' to 'meddling-mode'? Is it ever really okay to meddle?

I understand the how presumptuous it sounds to say that I can 'fix' someone's life. I understand that people have different past. Different personalities. Different priorities. Different paths. I understand that something that looks one way from the outside may be completely different from the inside. I get all that.

At the same time, I wonder if there's a point where, as a friend, it is my place to take action. To give more than support. To stop waiting.

Is there such a point? Or is it always best to wholeheartedly and non-judgmentally support your friends regardless of the paths they take or the decisions they make?

And do these rules change if it's a family member as opposed to a friend? What about a sibling?

I simply don't know the answers anymore.





BEING RIGHT
I've been noticing how important it is for people to be right.

It doesn't matter if the issue itself is unimportant or even a complete misunderstanding. I've talked to several people in the last few weeks who'd rather keep a fight going with their loved ones than to admit they may be wrong. Some won't even give up until the other person explicitly says they're right.

Any relationship between two people requires a lot of work. A strong friendship demands commitment to keep in touch, sharing the rough times and honest joy for the good times. A family needs attention and communication. A work relationship requires professionalism. A marriage craves all of the above and so much more. Relationships are built around kindness, honesty, patience, and a lot of respect. It's hard to share your space and heart with other people.

In my opinion, the few people whom you've chosen to be your true friends and companions deserve better than your making a big deal over being right. Being right is important when it's about standing up for your rights. When people are trying to be malicious.

Besides my family and, at times, my work structure, I have handpicked everyone in my life. I choose the people I get close to and I certainly chose my husband. There are specific reasons why the people I love are in my life. And malice definitely isn't one of them.

In my experience, most fights start innocent. One person is frustrated for one reason or another and utters something remotely mean and the other jumps on the bandwagon. Next thing we know, here comes ten years of history. "But you did this and you said that and you never did this." People say things they regret and both parties are too pissed off to remember how much they care for each other. They stop talking altogether.

If it didn't start with a fight, it starts with quiet, internal observations. "Jim hasn't called me in a month, he must hate me. Maybe he's pissed at me for not calling him on his birthday." The story starts small and snowballs before the other person is even remotely aware that there's something fishy. Soon, the idea that Jim might be extremely busy or going through some tough times isn't even considered an option. This is my favorite kind of fighting, because it literally comes out of nowhere.

No matter what the reason, most of the time, I think it's a bad idea to stay mad at a loved one. The only exception I can think of is if the other person is malicious in nature and actually meant to hurt you, not out of momentary anger but planned, thought-out meanness. In that case, it's fine to not talk to them ever again.

But in every other case, I feel like it's a waste of precious time to wait until the other person admits his or her wrongdoing. Who cares who's wrong? Aren't you friends? Wouldn't you rather spend time together than apart? In good relationships, as soon as one person has the guts to stop being right, the other person admits his or her wrongdoing too. So what if you're the one who has to apologize first?

Who's keeping tabs?



SMALL WORLD

He used to be my teacher.

When I was seventeen, I asked a friend of a friend of my best friend to give me lessons in Italian. I'd always wanted to learn and when I met the guy and found out that he taught Italian professionally, I figured it must be fate.

I convinced him to come to my house every Sunday and promised to pay in return. We started out as barely acquaintances but ended up friends. He actually became one of my favorite people to spend time with. As it happens with people who leave the country and live elsewhere, we lost touch completely. I thought about him over the years and even asked around but I couldn't get a straight answer and life interfered.

Until last week.

As I'm going through my emails, I hit d to delete a series of twenty spam messages. Something makes me go back and open this one email with an Italian subject. In the last three years that karenika has been around, a few people have sent me emails in Italian so I figure maybe the email isn't spam. And, indeed, it isn't.

It's my teacher from eleven years ago. It's my friend. It turns out he went to the same school as my mother and they run into each other at a reunion and my mom recognizes him and walks up to him to ask him if he knew someone named Karen.

Small world, eh?

So he writes me an email and I am ecstatic. Since I am lazy and have a hundred unanswered emails, I take two days to write back and then anxiously wait for his reply. It doesn't come for about two days and the whole time I'm thinking that maybe I was too overbearing. Maybe I expressed too much excitement over finding my old friend. Maybe he read something in my site and thinks I'm insane. Maybe I said something that he interpreted as rude. Maybe he changed his mind about reacquainting.

Today, I finally get an email from him and his first sentence is, "And you replied. I was worried you'd say, where the fuck did this guy come from?"

I smile. I giggle. I laugh.

Paranoia must live in all of us.



March 15, 2003 ~ 00:03 | link | friendship | share[]


NO STRINGS ATTACHED

I'll give you careless amountsof out right acceptance if you want it.
I will give you encouragmentto choose the path you want if you need it.

You can speak of anger and doubts,
your fears and freak-outs and I'll hold it.
You can share your so-called "shamefilled" accounts
of times in your life and I won't judge it.

And there are no strings attached [to it].

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give you.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

You can ask for space for yourself
and only yourself and I'll grant it.
You can ask for freedom as well
or time to travel and you'll have it.

You can ask to live by yourself
or love someone else and I'll support it.
You can ask for anything you want,
anything at all and I'll understand it.

And there are no strings attached (to it).

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

I bet you're wondering when
the next payback shoe will eventually drop.
I bet you're wondering when my
conditional police will force you to cough up.
I bet you're wondering how far you
have now dancid your way back into debt.
This is the only kind of love
as I understand it that there really is.

You can express your deepest of thruths
even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it.
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss,
I'll empathize with.

You can say that you'll have to skip town
to chase your passion and I'll hear it.
You can leave and hit rock bottom
have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it.

And there are no strings attached (to it).

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

Alanis Morissette - You Owe Me Nothing In Return - Under Rug Swept

I can't stop listening to it. My favorite line? "This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is."

Is it possible to have a friendship with no strings attached?

Previously? Falling Off.


March 12, 2002 ~ 00:03 | link | friendship | share[]


REDISCOVERING

A while ago I wrote about the rush of making new friends and yesterday I had the incredible joy of rediscovering someone I already knew.

There are people you meet at different points of your life and depending on how you feel, the conditions that brought you together, the kind of interactions you have, you either click or you don't. Some times you have the impression that you might click but the opportunity doesn't come. Other times you never even get that far. This person is in the periphery of your life for a while and you have a vague recollection of them but it never becomes more than that.

This happens to me a lot with friends of good friends. People that I see on occasions where my good friend collects all of his friends, sometimes leave me with the impression that if only I saw them more often or in different circumstances, we could be more than acquaintances.

A long time later, for some reason or another, you find yourself with this person again. Maybe you called them to ask a favor, maybe you ran into them in a street and felt in need of company, maybe they called you. That's the moment when the occasion arises. That's the moment you realize maybe this person isn't the way you remember. Often times, you remember the person vaguely since the last time you saw them was at some occasion for your friend or a gathering where you both happened to attend. For some reason or another, this time you sit down and talk. Without the presence of other people or the superficial gatherings. And you realize that this person is someone you should have gotten to know a long time ago. Someone who gives you the same rush of knowing a brand new person but the comfort and familiarity of an old friend.

The best of both worlds.

The nice thing about having an old acquaintance become a new friend is that since neither of you remembers each other all that well, you don't make any assumptions about each other. When you see an old friend after many years, he tends to assume that you're still the same person since all the memories from the last time you hung out are often still vivid. I find that most really good friends that I've disconnected with are harder to bring back into my life. Even if they can move past the assumption stage, they rarely bother to get to know me again. Especially if the qualities/interests that brought us together in the first place are no longer there.

The person at the periphery of your life might have some ideas about the person they thought you were, too, but since they are vague, it's easier to wipe them and start over without feeling a major loss. It isn't so threatening because if you don't click this time, it's no big deal; you're not destroying a past relationship.

Reconnecting with an old acquaintance is like discovering a treasure that lay before your eyes the entire time.

Previously? Pendulum.


March 10, 2002 ~ 00:03 | link | friendship | share[]


NOT EXACTLY A STRANGER

Each time I meet someone I've known through the web, I wonder how our first interaction will be. I try to imagine sitting in the restaurant and wonder what sort of conversation we will have. Will it be awkward or will it be as if we'd been buddies all along?

Will I even recognize the face?

I wrote about meeting web people before. Rony and Daphna definitely were like longtime friends. Within minutes, we were conversing as if we hang out regularly. Since they were the first official people we met from the online world (well, not entirely true, but at least the first official people we met from the weblogging world), I wasn't sure if they were the norm or the exception.

A few months and at least ten more meetings with different people showed me that as special as the Tako couple are, and they are special, there is some sort of ease when meeting people that seem to share an online world with you. I don't know if it comes from the comfort that's raised from frank email or AIM conversations, or it's that people who choose to express themselves on the net are a certain kind of people who blend easily when face to face.

Yesterday, I met four more such people. Two who live a few blocks from my house, one who can be considered a neighbor and another who came from miles and miles away. Four different people with four different personalities, four different backgrounds, four different styles, four different priorities. Five, if you include me.

Walking down the street to the diner, I recognized them without a problem. How many other people carry identical cameras? A two-hour lunch went from topic to topic without an awkward pause. The weird thing about meeting these people is that they may physically be strangers, as we'd never previously met face to face, but we knew much about each other.

So the awkwardness of talking to a stranger doesn't enter the picture. And yet, you haven't really met this person ever before, so it's still full of the excitement of meeting a new person. Talking about different interests, listening and agreeing and laughing.

It's not like hanging out with an old friend, nor is it like being introduced to a brand new person. It's an amalgamation that's unique to the world it emerges from. It's fun, it's interesting, it's unusual, it's memorable.

And it's always worthwhile.

Previously? A Moment.




TIDBITS OF CONVERSATION

I pick up the receiver and put it back down. I want to call. I think I want to. I know I want to. But I can't. A call I made thousands of times, a call that used to be a routine part of my day.

Not this time. Not anymore. Now it comes loaded with 'issues.' Bits of conversations we never had, words that will not be exchanged. And each time I dial the digits, I wonder how the conversation will go. Will it be lively and fake or cordial and short? Will I play along or will I blow up? Should I play along or should I push it?

It feels like it's been so long. It's well past the irrevocable stage. I try to recall the past. More than anything, I remember the laughter. And then the tears. The problems. The distance. I wonder whether I'd been imagining it all along. Maybe it was never more than what it is now. It's so easy to fall into the pit of self-pity. So easy to stop fighting. So easy to back off. To stop dialing.

Yet it's so hard to let go.

~~~


"Are you lonely?"

The words sound so odd coming from this practical stranger. I act defensively. "I'm not lonely," I say, hoping he didn't hear the tone of indignation in my voice. "I mean not really," I add, smiling. I list my friends, all over the world. Ireland, Canada, Missouri, and Turkey. Some I haven't talked to in over a month, most I haven't seen in over a year. "I have two really close friends in New York," I say. But I don't add the recent downturns in either. "Not to mention my wonderful boyfriend, who's my best friend."

He nods kindly. We both know that's not what he means.

"In some ways, " I relent. "Maybe."

Someone interrupts and we never come back to it. Almost twenty hours later, I'm still pondering the honest answer.

~~~


I promise myself that I won't ask. I repeat it over and over again. Not this time. I'll just sit there and wait until he feels ready to share. I've never been good with silence. Not with him.

As if to prove my point, I blurt it out several minutes into the evening "What're you thinking?" I make a mental note to kick my ass when I get home and smile awkwardly.

He smiles back. I wonder if it brings back memories for him, too. I already know his reply before it leaves his lips. "Nothing." It's always is. I don't know why I bother. Yet I do, time and time again. I squeeze his hand and give up. Only to repeat my question ten minutes later.

I simply can't let it be.

~~~


Previously? UBC.




MENTALLY HORNY

I found something new that makes me horny.

This is less a trait and more like an event that gives me the same rush as being turned on. In the last two weeks, I've had the inklings of two new friendships.

There's something mentally titillating about making a new friend. You're with this new person who knows so very little about you and vice versa. There's an unlimited amount of potential conversations. There are no preconceived notions, no assumptions, no dirty history to drag up. It's brand new and full of possibilities.

New friends open up new worlds. Boundless conversations. New ideas. Someone else's story, their life, their thoughts, their creativity. When I meet someone new, I can't stop thinking about them. I want to hang out with them continuously. When I recall tidbits of our conversations, I smile. It's like my mind is on overdrive. The fun thing is that of my two new possible friends one is a female and the other a male, so I know my excitement is not gender specific.

It's the same exhilaration I get from learning. The idea of knowing something you didn't, the way it changes your mind, your thought process. A new friend, to me, is a new perspective. A new pair of eyes to see life through. Someone who introduces me to a new set of paths.

My two new friends are completely different from each other. They have different pasts, different presents and most likely different futures. But they've both already added seeds into my life. They're a part of my present and will affect my future in some way or another, even if they're not physically in it. Since they help me expand my mind, I find myself horny for the mental stimulation.

Old friends, loved ones and family are indispensable. They are people who love you the way you are. They know your past, they've lived it with you. They have weathered the good and the bad with you. And you know they will be there no matter how far apart you might be physically. They are like a safety blanket.

New friends may come and go. They might turn into something more lasting, or they might never be more than momentary, but even that single moment leaves its traces in your life. Snippets of dialogue. Memories of a shared laugh. A new way to look at an old idea. All of these are just as indispensable.

New friends replenish my mind and revive my mood.

Previously? Satisfaction.




LIMBO

Is there an age when the world suddenly starts falling apart?

An age when life-long friends suddenly seem to disappear?

I don't have that many close friends. I don't feel like I want to. For me, being a close friend in an intense experience. This is not just a friend. This is someone who is there through the thick and thin. Someone who knows you so well that, you don't need to say anything for them to understand everything. You know what I mean. It's all the stereotypical movie stuff.

I guess that friend for me is Jake. The one who loves me not in spite of my quirks but because of them.

Other than him, I had a few close friends. Some I met in college, some before, and some after. All are special. All have significant places in my heart.

All are starting to disappear.

As far as I am concerned, short of death or illness, there are few more awful feelings than losing a friend. One of those few, is limbo.

I hate limbo.

Limbo is when you're still friends but you know something is wrong. Limbo is when you start thinking whether it's a good time before you make each call. Limbo is when you are reading into each word so much that conversations start losing meaning. Limbo is when some of the calls get returned and others don't. Limbo is when you alternate among acting nonchalant, sad and angry. Limbo is when you stop being yourself. Limbo is when you want to grab her and shake her until whatever it is, is gone, but you can't.

Limbo is when you know it's dying.

Limbo is what I'm going through with two of my close friends. The uneasy calls. The paranoia. The unusual politeness. Not knowing what's going on. Feeling scared, lost and angry all in one. Desperate to do the right thing. To stop the inevitable.

I don't know why it's happening now. Is there something about growing up?

Is it really possible to have the friendship that the books and movies display? Can you really have a friend who's normal and has her own family and life and yet is there for you each time you need her? Is it possible to have a great family, husband, children, career and a best friend? Or is it more realistic to assume that you have a friend to hang out and chitchat with but nothing all that deep?

Maybe it's time to accept that life is not the movies and not a fairy tale. In life, we have friends that come and go. In life we have limbo. Maybe it's time to let go.

I can't imagine it will hurt as much as limbo.

Previously? Hedonism.




INTENTS AND PURPOSES

What if I promise that I will respond to your email, but never do?

Would you get mad? Would you be frustrated? Would you think I'm inconsiderate? Thoughtless? Snotty?

What if you then find out I meant to write back to you? I truly intended to, but something happened. Life got in the way. Or I didn't reply because I've been sick. Overwhelmed at work. Out of the city. Depressed.

Does that change your feelings about me and my not having replied to your email?

How much does intent play into your judgement of my behavior? Do you care only about the outcome regardless of what I meant to do? Or do you care that I had noble intentions?

In law, intent plays a crucial role. One of the biggest differences between murder one and the different kinds is intent. "Did you actually plan to kill this person?" is an important question and distinction that the government recognizes.

Yet, in our day to day life we don't pay much attention to intent. We're very much about the "bottom-line." We rarely give people the benefit of the doubt. If we get no reply to an email, we assume the person is blowing us off. We judge the person's character on that behavior. Or lack thereof.

So which one matters more?

I know the answer's going to be "it depends." Almost nothing in life is black and white. There are often cases where we might change our values or beliefs. Maybe we can only make a call on a case by case condition. Maybe it depends on what stopped me. If I was sick, it might have more of a bearing on your forgiving me than if I had work to do. Or maybe it depends on the nature of the act. Not replying to email might not be the end of the world, whereas not showing up for your wedding is more hurtful and therefore less forgivable regardless of my intent.

I don't have the answers.

Do you?

How much do my intentions really matter?

Previously? The Burn.




KNOW IT ALL

A friend of mine recently sent me some bad news.

She's been going through some tough times with a friend and she told me that she knew I'd say "I told you so" and I'd be right.

The first thought that crossed my mind as I read the words was "I'd never say that." What's the point of making such a cruel comment to someone who's already suffering? The more I thought about it, the more stupid it seemed to me. Was I really the sort of person to make such a remark?

I called up my friend and told her how badly I felt for her recent falling out and how much I wished she'd work things out eventually. I said, "I wouldn't say 'I told you so' I would have never wanted you to have to go through this." She thanked me and we chatted for a brief period before it was time for me to get on the plane to Turkey.

Even though she didn't say, or probably even imply, that I was a vindictive person, the idea of getting satisfaction from having been right about her potential to have a falling out with her friend felt disgusting. The more I thought about the phrase the more repulsive it became in my mind. If I were the sort of person to enjoy being right so much, I needed to change immediately.

Giving advice is not necessarily a bad thing. Often times if a friend asks for my opinion on a subject matter, I'm more than happy to offer my opinion of experience with the subject matter. Especially if the friend is someone on whom I can count to take my words as nothing more than my opinion. I don't want people to do as I say, I just want to offer them my perspective, as I believe in hearing everyone out before I make a decision.

I also get annoyed at people who give me advice and then get cross if I decide not to do exactly as they recommended. What these people seem to fail to understand is that this is my life. I need to make and be responsible for my own decisions so that if something doesn't turn out as expected, I only have myself to blame. Disappointments are hard enough to live with as is, the last thing I need is the excuse to blame it on someone else. Nor do I want anyone putting the responsibility of their own misfortune on me.

And 'I told you so' accomplishes nothing besides making everything about you. It's as if you're saying 'See you messed up you life, cause you didn't listen to me. You didn't take my advice as gospel and now you're screwed.' It doesn't matter if the friend is sad, all you're thinking of is gloating about how you were right.

Talk about a good friend.

Previously? Home Again.




MEN ONLY, PLEASE

I used to be one of those girls who brag about not being friends with women.

Well, I didn't brag, really, but I would always point out that I have much closer male friends than female ones. I grew up with discouraging female friends. All the women around me were catty and self-centered and shallow. To be honest, so were the men. But as soon as I broke off from that crowd, I consistently picked men as best friends.

By high school, I had a few female friends, but with the exception of one, I had problems with all. I don't know if it's due us being the same gender and thus allowing for more comparisons, but I still thought that women were less trustworthy. A few of the women whom I considered close friends have regularly, over the years, let me down when I least expected.

I've considered women as more calculating, more out-for-herself type and backstabbing. God forbid anyone who stands in the way of a woman who's determined to reach a goal. Even if that person is her supposed best friend.

I've had close friends date my exes, bash my boyfriend to his face, talk bad things behind my back and just be outright cruel at times.

A male friend has never done any of those things to me.

My male close friends, and I've had quite a few, have mostly been less intense and generally couldn't relate to certain "female" issues I had, but overall they were more reliable, a whole lot more fun and less likely to ditch me when they found a significant other.

Today, my closest friend is Jake, but other than him, I have friends of both genders. I've realized that different genders offer different benefits and points of view to my life. Depending on what my problem is, I reach out to whomever I believe will support me and whomever will give me good insight.

I've stopped believing that it has anything to do with gender. People are just people. There are women who make crappy friends and women who make fantastic ones. A woman who might be a terrible fit for me, could easily be the best buddy of someone else. Same goes for men. I don't think only being friends with the opposite gender makes me sound cool.

At least, not anymore.

I think it makes me sound immature.

Previously? First One.


June 17, 2001 ~ 00:06 | link | friendship | share[]


FORGIVE AND FORGET

I tend to make friends easily.

Well, maybe not friends but acquaintances. For the most part, I'm outgoing and it's easy to hold conversations with me. So at a party, I mingle well and make many acquaintances. I'm also often spread thin so I know many people from different situations/commitments. During college, I knew just about anyone in my year and the two years above and below me.

Becoming my friend, however, is a complicated and time-consuming task. Probably as a result of my past, I take a real long time to truly trust a person.

Having said that, once someone becomes my friend, it's pretty much a done deal for life. I try to always to my best to be there for my friends and make sure that they always feel comfortable coming to me for anything. I'm not trying to boast, I believe that's what friendship is all about, so I'm no more special than the next person.

So what do I do when a friend hurts me? How much do I forgive? How far is too far?

Such questions occupy my mind at times. Some people would say that you should always forgive accidental malice and others would say friends should know better. I would assume the ranges of unacceptable behavior would change from person to person. I have my own list. What's on yours?

I've lost friends from not having kept in touch. I've lost friends from our priorities and routes having split. I've lost friends due to large distances that came between us. But all of those are temporary losses. As soon as our paths cross once more, it will be like we never parted.

The ones who've hurt me will have a totally different fate. Over the years, I've learned to forgive, but I don't think I will ever learn to forget. I never forget my own fuck-ups, why should I forget others'? To be totally honest, even though I forgive my friends things never really are the same.

That's the problem with trust, once it's broken it's not truly replaceable.

If you break a vase and then glue it back together, you can still see the break marks. As much as both parties might try to ignore them, if we were all being honest, we'd have to admit that you can't go back.

So don't fuck with other people's trust.

Previously? And the Chicks for Free.


March 29, 2001 ~ 00:03 | link | friendship | share[]


WOMEN AND BONDAGE

I've never really been into bonding with women. Just not my thing and until this very night, I don't think I could put my finger on the reason.

My firm just had a shinding for women in technology, in the firm. Imagine a fancy restaurant setting, filled with middle aged women, trying to form networking and mentoring relationships with each other.

I'm not saying that networking or mentoring are bad concepts. I just think that they can't be administered like that. You can't put a bunch of people in the same room and tell them to network. At least, not me. I don't perform well on demand.

Even if we were to take the personal aspect of mentoring and networking out of the diagram, who is to say I want a female mentor? I think the assumption that just because I am a woman only other women can mentor me is a condescending assumption. Especially when talking about career issues, I can imagine many men who are more similar in thought to me than women. Not to say there aren't issues which are specific to women, but assuming women make the best mentors for other women is wildly wrong if you ask me.

Maybe my impressions are overpowered by the fact that I feel women are inherently cattier and more conniving then men. Whatever that says or doesn't say about men's level of intelligence or calculating nature, it does say that sometimes men are more trustworthy then women.

Most of the women managers I've known are much less self-confident and secure. Many of them couldn't care less about your career goals or lack thereof.

I'm not trying to say that there are no women who'd make great managers and mentors. One of my favorite managers in the firm is a woman. She's a great mentor to me cause she took the time to get to know me and tries to make sure I am on the path to my goals. She doesn't feed me her lifestyle. She doesn't fear I'm going to take her job. She is just there for support and she is my cheerleader in the firm. And I appreciate it immensely and I talk about her everywhere.

So we both network through each other and she is one of my mentors. But none of this has to do with the fact that she's a woman in technology and therefore understands me and where I'm coming from.

It only works cause caring for me and helping me out is something she wants to take the time to do. And those connections cannot be made at an administered event.

Previously? Antsy.


March 15, 2001 ~ 00:03 | link | friendship | share[]


LEAVE A MESSAGE AND I'LL CALL YOU BACK

A few years ago, a really good friend of mine was going through some rough times. Instead of calling me to share and lean on, she segregated herself more and more from her surroundings. At one point, she even stopped talking to me altogether.

When I found out about her problems, later on, I was very hurt and angry that she chose to avoid me. I thought that it said a lot of negative things about our closeness. If she couldn't come to me when she was really down, how could I say that I was there for her?

Over time, she worked through some of her issues on her own and started calling me again; we got back to hanging out and chatting. And I never brought up the distancing herself issue. Even though, deep down I still didn't fully understand her reasoning and still felt hurt about it.

On Thanksgiving Day, I woke up with pain in my lower back and have been unable to sit for longer than ten minutes at a time since then. I have taken a multitude of medication, which is supposed burn right through my stomach. My nerves are doing the native dance of some foreign tribe.

My psychological state has gotten progressively worse each day since the end of November. Not to say I'm a total mess. Life goes on. I have good days and I have bad days. I have had ups at work, in my personal life and in my personal achievements. I've had days when I feel proud of myself and days when I want to hug the world.

But I've been avoiding all my close friends. My great friend Cheryl, who sends me encouraging mails almost daily, gets no responses. I haven't called my best friend Laura in weeks. Emails in my inbox go unanswered for days. Not the ones from new friends, but the ones from old ones. The ones who know me well.

I think I finally understand my friend.

Previously? Dualities.


March 02, 2001 ~ 00:03 | link | friendship | share[]


DESTRUCTION

I stare at her as she sits on my bamboo chair, eating her lunch. Words, or more accurately accusations, boil up inside me but I say nothing.

As she tells me her most recent stories, I keep trying to remember how we became friends. What were the things that brought us together? That made us so close?

When I look at her now, I can't remember a single idea we share. Can I still be friends with a person who's the epitome of most things to which I morally oppose? Should I keep trying? Questions dance in my mind as I try hard to concentrate on her words. But I only hear bits and pieces. It's as if she's acting out a foreign language tape, emphasizing the important words while the others fade out into the background.

I can't move beyond what's so fundamentally wrong to me. My mother's words echo in my ear; "What makes you think you know what's best for her?" I don't. I so don't know what's best for her. But I can't imagine it's this. Her life has had nothing but curveballs since this saga began. How many bad things must happen before we can agree it's a sign?

It's all so inconsequential to her. As if these aren't real people and their lives aren't being destroyed alongside of hers. I feel like getting up and shaking her, so her senses can move back to where they belong. And then, once more, I remember my mother's words. I don't know where they belong. Maybe this is their new home. Maybe this is who she'll be from now on. I should be happy for her. In many ways, she's more content then ever before. Shouldn't that make me ecstatic?

Well, it doesn't. And I know this isn't the best for her. I know she'll be hurt and I hate not being able to prevent it. I don't know what's best for her. But I know this isn't it.

I don't tell her anything. I've said all I can. Now, I just wait.

Previously? Never Mind.




BLAME GAME
Let's play the blame game!

Two of the most important people in my life seem to have the same problem; they desperately need to blame someone when something doesn't go the way they wanted it to.

If they have an argument with their loved one, we need to spent the next few hours discussing whose fault it was. If they lose a game, it was because they were tired or had so much on their mind. If they fail a course, it was the bad organization of the class instruction or the teacher’s lack of ability in making the class interesting.

Not only is it never their own fault but it’s also crucial to know who’s fault it really is.

While I can easily admit to saying “Well, if you hadn’t done this that way, we would have never been here to begin with,” in the heat of an argument, in most other cases, I try hard to concentrate hard on fixing the situation instead of struggling to figure out where the blame falls.

The issue that seems to fascinate me is how blaming others makes the person feel good. If I stopped talking to a friend because of something that’s her fault, doesn’t that still mean I lost my friend? If I fail a class, don’t I still have to retake it? I guess I must be more into the result than the process itself, since the result is the same no matter who’s to blame.

How does putting the blame on something or someone else make the person feel better? I think people just use it as an excuse, so they can have a defense when asked why the situation went badly. “I was all ready to finish the work but so and so didn’t give me the numbers I needed to plug into the formula!” Just saved your ass from the boss’s yelling. Even if I still don’t think it’s a good idea, I can at least understand why people blame others to save their own necks in a work related (or similar school related) situation.

But in a case where it’s about failing a class or fighting with a girlfriend or missing a personal goal, I really don’t see any benefit or reason to worry about placing blame. I just feel like saying, “Fine, it’s my fault, let’s just worry about fixing it now, ok?”

Anyone know what motivates people to blame someone or something else?

Previously? Gimme Space!




BAD-DAY FRIEND
They say it's hard to find a bad-day friend. One you go to when you're miserable day after day. One who holds your hand throughout the difficult times and one who offers the shoulder on which you can lean. As we've established before, they are considered to often be right. As we've also established, I often tend to disagree with them.

While I agree that hard day friends are more difficult to find than friends who ask you how you're doing but don't even bother to listen to your response, they aren't the most precious kind of friends.

So who is?

I think that the best friends are the ones with whom you can share your good days. I mean your really good days.

"Misery loves company." So the saying goes. I believe this one to be mostly true. When you're really sad, having another sad friend gives you the opportunity to commiserate and bitch and moan till the wee hours of the morning.

Even if your friend were not miserable, most close friends would easily take a large chuck of time out of their day and calm you down, give you advice, or just listen to you. They will tell you that all will be okay, they will sit there for many hours and hold your hand. They will do anything they can. Cause everyone's has bad days, most people know what to do when someone else is having one. Some of them might be scared to do the right thing and ignore you mainly from sheer discomfort of being unable to utter the magic words.

Now let's take a day when you have amazing news. It could be something social like your boyfriend just proposed to you. You're bubbling up with excitement and you want to share. You pick up the phone to call your best friend Terry. Just as you're on the last digit, you stop. Terry just broke up with her boyfriend (or not to be that extreme let's say Sheryl has been trying to find a boyfriend, or she just had a fight with her boyfriend.) Can you still call her? Will she be able to share your joy?

What if an agent just accepted your novel? Or you got promoted? Or you won the lottery?

When I have friends who I know will celebrate the great news with me, I know I've got a good friend.

Previously? La-la Land.




VARIETY
They say it takes all kinds to make the world go around. I don't know who they are but they always know what they're talking about, don’t they?

I have two major points, both relating to the same idea and I'll try to be quick since it's already late and I need to sleep real soon if my back is to ever heal.

People always told me that a good marriage is based on shared likes and dislikes. I have never been married but I've had several long-term relationships and I couldn’t disagree more. I've always been fascinated by men who are my total opposites. Never much of a drinker, I've petty much completely given up drinking in the last nine years and all my boyfriends have been drinkers. (Actually two of them were alcoholics but that's another story for another time) I'm both shy and outgoing, both at inconvenient times, but my favorite thing to do would be to curl up with a book. I tend to go out with men who are socially liked and active. I don’t mean to imply that I get attracted to my opposites, cause I don't. There are many attributes my boyfriends and I share. (This entire theory goes for friendships, too. Actually, even more so.) The thing is I like to meet people who are different than I am. I like to hang out with people who have different perspectives on a certain issue than I might. I like to be around people whose passions differ widely from mine. If I only hung out with people who thought and acted just like I did, how much fun would life be? It's only through conversations with people who avidly disagree with me that I learn to stretch my mind. I like people who challenge me. Not to imply that I like someone who has opposite beliefs to mine but has nothing to back his or her beliefs up. But if the person has a point and he or she is intelligent and coherent enough about it, I'm fascinated and thrilled to converse. I love the fact that my boyfriends and friends have opened me up to new thoughts, new hobbies and sometimes even new worlds.

Just like I disagree with the hang-out-only-with-people-like-you people, I also agree with those who say that the web is full of crap. Who are you to judge what's crap and what's not? Even if you are qualified in recognizing good design or correct grammar, just because a page is not designed or written up to your standards doesn't mean it doesn't deserve to exist. If you don't like a page, don't visit it. If you like it, recommend it to others whom you think might also like it. I think people only judge others to feel good. If you and someone else agree that a page is crap, you two must be cool, right? I just think that the neat thing about the web (and New York and America in my opinion) is that there are a million different kinds of people who use it and they each express themselves in their own way. I think each of those pages has a valid existence and I'm glad each person has a place to share his or her thoughts/feelings/opinions publicly if they so choose. Even if I might totally disagree with that person or find their expression distasteful, that's my opinion and I have a right to have one. I'm not saying don’t have opinions, I'm just saying use your energy to concentrate on improving/building/living your life and leave others alone and let them do whatever they want to without bashing them publicly and making them feel not-good-enough and scaring them away from ever expressing themselves again.

So it wasn't short. But I promise both points are related in that all sorts of people exist in the world with their own likes and dislikes and that's what makes this world a great place.

I might be influenced by my own childhood experiences, but I think that the world and the web is big enough for all of us and next time you see someone with a differing opinion to yours, maybe you should listen before you judge.

You might learn something.

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LEVENT
Before I forget, Rabbit, Rabbit.

I brought my camera home to take pictures of my nephews, family and friends. I also promised a friend, I'd take pictures of Turkey for him. To make sure I couldn't fulfill any of my promises, my camera broke. On top of that, the few pictures I did take were taken with the lowest quality and came out quite shitty. After I sent my camera to Kodak (who, btw, has the greatest customer service ever!) I got it back just this week. As I looked through the pictures yesterday, I was pleased to find this little gem.

my best friend Levent and I walked down the Bosphorus eating the best ice cream in the world.

Levent took this picture of both of us. I remember that day clearly. We met to take a short walk and it was the day after my Laser operation, which is why I'm wearing sunglasses. We got ice cream from Gunes (which means 'sun') which is the best ice cream I've ever had. And we walked down the seaside, taking pictures of the bridges and the sailboats by the sea. The sun was setting as we chatted about our lives. He just became a doctor and started working at a hospital and I had major changes in my life since we last saw each other, so we had a lot of catching up to do. Levent was my first boyfriend and he's the only ex I'm actually on speaking terms with (long story) and we've known each other for over 12 years. Actually we've been best friends for that long. There's something to be said for the few people who've meant so much to you for such a long time.

Love you, Levent, and I miss you!

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CYBER FRIEND
I wasn't going to make an entry today. I came home late from work and I feel drained. I wanted to drain my brain with a few hours of TiVo and go to sleep, to repeat the pattern tomorrow. Until I read the page of a friend. A cyber friend, I guess since I never met him. I'm not even sure it'd be fair to say he's a friend since we haven't exchanged years of communication or emails on a deep emotional level. But I would say friend, cause he's treated me like one. He's been kind, genuine, respectful and very kind. What else do I need from a friend?

Well, this friend, whom I almost met, lived a tragedy today. His life changed in an irreversible way. Even though he was expecting it for some time, I can't imagine one can ever really expect a death. I'm sitting here and wishing I had the right words to make him feel better and crying for him. Good people deserve good lives. Everyone deserves a good life. But when you feel that someone is so nice and seems to take the effort to be kind to everyone, you feel extra sorry when bad things happen to this person. At least, I do. I'm sitting here, alone, and crying cause there is nothing I can do. Cause somehow I can feel pain from someone's words. Even if I've never ever met him.

For the second time this month, this is happening to me. I don't ever want to hear people tell me that the people I meet online aren't real friends, again. If they aren't why am I shedding my tears?




OLD FRIENDS
My last day at home. I must say that I am ready to go back to my own home. My bed and my apartment and Jake. Not in that order necessarily. My eyes even better today, tho I still can't believe it all. I had a great vacation this time. Even though I spent a day fasting and another in the hospital, I got to see my two best friends 3 to 4 times each and I got to see many of my high school classmates and I spent hours and hours with my nephews. I couldn't have asked for a better vacation. The only two regrets I have are that I broke my camera and therefore wasn't able to take the photographs I had planned to and gosh I can't even remember the second one right now. It can't have been that bad I spose. Oh I remembered. It was that I didn't get to do my hoemwork which is due Monday. I'm gonna have to do it on the plane.

Today I called a friend I hadn't talked to in over ten years. He's several years younger than I and we had been quite good friends but lost touch over the years, especially after I left for the States. I was sure he'd forgotten all about me. When another friend mentioned his name and that he's going to the army (which is required for all men in Turkey) and he said to say hi to me, I decided to track him down. I found his cell phone and called him tonight. I said "You probably don't remember me but I wanted to call you." He said, "Of course I remember you, we were the greatest friends. We talked on the phone for so many hours that I fell asleep on the phone, you will always be my friend." It made my day. It's amazing how some friends will forever be friends no matter how long has passed since the last time you saw them.

Tomorrow's post will be late night since I will spend most of the day on the plane. Just a week ago I was all excited about coming home and now I am all excited to be going back home. So many homes.

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BEING HOME


So another day has passed and I can see slighly better. I still can't see very clearley in a room with lots of lights but being able to see at all without my glasses or contacts is a surreal feeling. I went to an ENT specialist today and defimitely have TMJ. Fun fun.

Yesterday I went to the Bosphorus with my best friend who is an ex-boyfriend. He and I ate ice cream and took a leisurely walk down the seaside. As the sun set and a full moon rose. It was magnificent. As much as I can't imagine living in Turkey, I love visiting here. The people are amazingly kind, good hearted and welcoming. The sights are breathtakingly beautiful and the food is delicious. It's a great place to vacation. Especially Burgaz, which is a small island we live on during the summer. It's so small that there are no cars allowed on the island. Only horse carriages. A real tiny island. Some of my favorite childhood memories are from my days there.

Gotta go now. Rest my eyes. Apologies for any typos but I am trying not to use the machine much, as ordered by the surgeon.

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