Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Harm of Delusions

If there’s one thing that I’ve prided myself on, it’s being realistic and honest with myself.  There have been times in my life (like after moving to CT) where I have attempted the old trick of telling oneself something over and over to try to make oneself believe in something, but it has never worked for me.  I’m too brutally honest with myself to trick myself into such silly things.

The point of this post is partly to give myself a pat on the back for a trait I think is rare and difficult to obtain (it’s far easier to lie and pretend life is easy or full of rainbows and gumdrops), and partly to make any possible readers think about how they walk through life.

Much like my posts about the responsibility of one’s own mental health and how failing to take care of yourself by bottling up emotions or problems for one reason or another can harm those around you, it’s the same thing as walking through life pretending nothing is wrong, or worse yet, acting or verbalizing that you are somehow on a level above your peers when it comes to dealing with the rough waves that life sometimes deals out. 

There are harmless lies people tell themselves (and unfortunately others) like what size dress they wear/how much they weigh or materialistic things, such as how much money they make or are projected to make or how much they spent on certain items (telling the original price tag vs. what was actually paid), etc.   The problem with telling these “harmless lies” is that for one, it’s disrespectful to the people you’re lying to (aside from yourself).  You don’t lie unless you believe you can get away with it and you don’t ever think you can get away with a lie unless you think you are smarter than whomever you’re telling the lie to (aka, you think your peers are dumb). 

Secondly, people who aren’t gullible or who do have a good grip on reality will see the lies for what they are and resentment will grow.

Unless someone is truly socially unaware, people who are exceptionally good at something usually don’t feel the need to broadcast it, and this is especially true between friends or in professional atmospheres.

There is a definite line between being positive and optimistic and being falsely arrogant or bragging about a life you don’t live, or traits you simply do not have.

This all goes along the lines of telling people “you couldn’t possibly know how this feels” or “you don’t have any idea how hard my life is”.  It’s a slap in the face to those around you, as you most certainly do not know how difficult your peers’ lives are, and you could never know what someone may be going through at the time.  As my good friend had to remind me recently, “Rach—you know very well that everyone has their own issues” when told about someone I see as “having it all,” feeling as bad as I had been. 

It’s easy to forget that we do all have our own problems.  Not everyone broadcasts their lives over the internet.  Not everyone is dumber than you.  Not everyone is so easily manipulated.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Still Waiting For Something to Give...

Today was not a great day, I can say without hesitation.  The weather is beating this poor state down and making it it's bitch.  If Connecticut had a face, it would be black and blue and it would be crying and telling everyone who asked what happened that it "fell down the stairs."  The weather blows, and since I actually decided to do something with myself last weekend (NYC for Dismemberment Plan reunion), I ended up getting sick.  I spent most of yesterday laying around with my heating pad, dozing on and off and taking lots of medicine.  I feel better today, but was stuck, yet again, inside all day because of the weather.  Needless to say, it's been getting lonely around here since my boyfriend never gets snow days...

Dismal.
I think it's a mix of being sick, feeling sore, being cooped up in a small apartment for days, but everything that had been sitting on the back burner of my brain and heart came to the surface today with another snippet of possibly bad news.

I have really been putting a lot of stock in moving closer to Hartford (a city up here in CT).  We had an apartment that is seemingly perfect fall into our lap when a friend of mine from work let us know that she and her fiancee had just bought a house and had to give up their apartment that they adored.  Fortunately for them (and unfortunately for us), they closed on the house a lot quicker than they had originally expected which puts us in a place to have to make a decision very quickly.  Each time we've made plans to see the apartment, the weather has made us their bitch, as well!

On top of this, the fact that our lease is up in June kinda puts a damper on the whole plan...  Sure, there are other apartments in and around Hartford, but I've really been falling in love with everything I've been hearing about this one...

Today I just really felt the weight of how important our next location really is.  Everything I've hoped for up here in Connecticut just hasn't quite panned out.  I've tried a lot, and things work to a certain extent, but nothing has been great or turned out better than planned or been a nice surprise.  Nothing so far.

15 Mins. of chipping work.
It gets frustrating and it gets hard to keep going.

I've been saying that moving close to the city is my last hope here - to find somewhere I can actually fit in, make new friends and call "home," and if that were to fall through, I don't know where it would leave me, but I saw glimpses of it today, and it wasn't pleasant.

After taking that all in and a nice hot shower, I decided to focus on the only true good thing that I do love about Connecticut-- and that is cooking dinner for Dan, eating dinner with Dan and laying around and watching my stupid shows at night with Dan.

I can escape and be creative in the kitchen and I've always loved cooking.  I also love to make people happy, so serving food to anyone at all I really enjoy.  I go all out--for instance: tonight it was chili, so I had all of the fixin's laid out to choose from.  Red onion finely chopped, shredded cheese, sour cream, etc.  I use the best ingredients and also made salads and cornbread to accompany the main course.  This was all just for Dan and I to enjoy.

And the night cap?  Making fun of TV together.  I mean, we obviously enjoy the shows we settle in to watch, but there's just so much to laugh about when it's just the two of us, and thank christ for that.

So...  here's to keeping in mind why I'm here, and the only reason I'm here...  And here's to hoping that I soon have other reasons to be here...

xo,
Rachael

Monday, January 31, 2011

Love Where You Live or Live Where You Love?

I was asked this question Saturday night by a young(er) girl than myself who found herself in the middle of a newly hatched romance.  Her boyfriend is from the west coast and has that Tupac pride, as many west coasters do.  He apparently has spoke at length about the beauty of the west coast and it’s perfect weather and some day moving back.  Meanwhile, the girl is from NY and her entire family resides there, so moving isn’t something that has ever crossed her mind (and certainly not picking up and moving across the country).

My answer was quick, “Clearly I believe that you should live where you love…  or else I wouldn’t be living in Connecticut.”  She giggled.  “But”, I explained, “I think you can have both.  I don’t think you have to choose one or the other.”  There are places in the world that no one can deny are beautiful and fun.  Places where couples or families could set up camp and make their own life out of it with new surroundings, new neighbors and new paths.   This choice, however, takes compromise.  One or both parties making the decision to move together will have to compromise. 

Some people are stubborn, and you will have to choose one or the other.  People who are unwavering in their decision have already made their minds up that they will love where they live and not the other way around.  The only way they get both is if the person they are in love with decide to stay where they love living. 

I think there’s a lot to say about loving where you live.  I have recently moved to a place that I’m not in love with, but for a person who I am in love with.  It hasn’t been an easy transition at all because of not loving where I live.  It’s actually the opposite of everything that I did love about where I was living.  I belong in a city that has pace to it and life around each city corner you turn.  Noises and people and music and art. 

Memory Machine

I had an amazing weekend.  It was exactly what I needed.   I know that I've been craving human interaction and "fun", but I didn't realize until I was in the thick of it last night, breathing in the energy and inspiration of NYC, just how much I need it and thrive on it.  I had so much fun making new friends, laughing with old friends and dancing the night away.  It was fabulous.  I couldn't have asked for more.

Dismemberment Plan @ Webster Hall, NYC 1/29/11

The night was planned around the reunion show of The Dismemberment Plan.  They were a band I was fortunate enough to be introduced to while they were still very much together and playing frequently in Washington DC, which was very close to where I was at the time.  I had seen them countless numbers of times at the Black Cat with my friend Joel (almost always), and had even traveled to go see them in Pennsylvania amongst other areas.  They broke up in 2003 and I was there for their second to last show.  It was sad to see them disband, but I felt lucky to have been a part of what they had built.

I was unbelievably excited to hear that they were planning a reunion tour this year and as soon as this news hit, all of my old friends who were also fans were buzzing with excitement.  We all bought our tickets and spent the following month gearing up for the reunion.

I hadn't listened to them in a long time and hearing their music definitely reminds me of certain times in my life or certain people I spent most of my time with, but seeing them live was a different story completely.  I was transported back in time.  It felt like home.  I felt like I was in DC, young and ambitious and full of life.  It was an odd, but welcomed feeling that came over me at the show.  This new life I felt gaining momentum stayed with me after the show.

We went bar hopping, met up with other friends, danced, drank, talked about all the good movies we had seen lately, then caught a cab back home.  The night ended late (or early in the morning) and I was all smiles and giggles heading to bed.

Hungover train ride back to CT.
I truly hope that this kind of experience can happen more often.  I'm trying to be optimistic that our moving closer to Hartford will create more of these nights with new friends, or that maybe old friends will be more inclined to visit and make new memories with me in my new "home".  I'm hoping for the best, but it's hard to think that a city in Connecticut without any friends or acquaintances will somehow measure up at all to Charm City or NYC...  But it's my last hope.

In the meantime, I'll be trying to make more trips to NYC to get my small doses of feeling alive.  It's no longer a want.  It's become a necessity.  I feel like my tattoos have become a sham, as I'm definitely not living life to the fullest.  In my defense, being in this area with little to do and no one to know, it's pretty damn hard to live it up...  but all I can do is continue to try.  It's all I've got.

xo,
Rachael

"If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they'll do our hearts the very same favor" - D Plan

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Engagements, Weddings, Babies, Oh My!!

Well, it seems as if I have hit the age where most people start "growing up" - including myself, I guess with moving to CT and all, but I mean the stage where my facebook newsfeed is completely filled with pictures of diamond rings, white dresses and/or ultrasound or baby photos.  Before I write any further-- I'm not upset by this.  In fact, the baby photos make me smile 9 times out of 10 and brighten my days.  The wedding photos are always fun to look at.  I love seeing people's dresses and colors and venues.  I also love looking at beautiful jewelry (duh!).  But it can be a bit overwhelming when it's one after the other.

Since I'm friends (on facebook) with so many people I went to high school with, it increases the number of these posts that I'm seeing every day.  It's not just people I talk to "IRL", as Dan would say, so it just seems like a crazy amount because of our age.


One of my friends posted this article from TIME tonight:  "Who Needs Marriage?  A Changing Institution" 

It's incredibly interesting.  It makes a lot of sense.  I've always been deeply interested in people's psyches and what makes men and women tick (so differently at times and different stages in life) and society's impact on these trends.  My bookshelves are packed with books on these exact topics and I graduated with a minor in Literature (concentration was Gender Studies).  Recently, with all of my friends getting married, I've been thinking about the institute of marriage, what it means to me and the stats that are so frequently regurgitated that put quite the damper on the romance of it all.

I found it hard going to friends' weddings thinking "half of these will end in divorce".  I hate saying it, but people think it.  It's just the truth.  You hear it all the time.  "50% of marriages end in divorce."  I've been predicting a big change in those numbers.  Why?  Because people are waiting later and later in life to make that step together.  I think people are more mature when they do decide to take that step and it's less of a "mandatory next step" and more of a choice these days vs. when our parents were our age, or even more, their parents.  I could be totally wrong, but I'm a hopeless romantic, so I'll always be an optimist when it comes to the future of romance.

I do, however find the article's research hopeful.  Loved this: "Marriage is like glue, says Eisenberg. You can build something with it. Living together is like Velcro. The commitment of marriage gives people the opportunity to grow and thrive in ways that other relationships do not." Interesting and a positive, or at least not jaded, way of looking at marriage.

I was intrigued by the idea that marriage is becoming something for the wealthy (no surprise there-- look at the glorified shows like Say Yes to the Dress where brides (or their future husbands or their parents) pay upwards of $5K (that's a cheap dress on that show) for a dress that will be worn once (hopefully).  Like marriage is a gucci bag or something...  A less positive view on the new trends, so I digress...

Cindy looking less than thrilled at her wedding 
Anyway, marriage is constantly on my mind because it's EVERYWHERE.  So many TV shows about it, so many celebrities engaged (or preggo), so many friends or acquaintances doing it, it's hard not to think about it and what it means to each of us.  I guess I'm a bit irritated with the sheer volume of it all being in front of my eyes at seemingly all hours of the day (even my facebook advertisements are for engagement rings), because it does turn into a material type of goal achieved at some points--spending way more money than I could ever imagine spending (for who?  For what?  The guests?  For ONE day?  To prove something?), it's still nice to see when it's done for the right reasons and done for the couple, not for show or family or any other silly reasons.

My parents were high school sweethearts and have been married forever.  Hard to live up to, but something that was great to watch and learn from.  I think there's something beautiful about marriage or at least the idea of marriage, but divorce has always terrified me.  To the point, at times, of really questioning if it was ever worth chancing.  Obviously I'm making leaps and bounds at taking myself out of my comfort zones, but we will see what the future holds.  Marriage to me isn't an "ultimate merit badge" as they say in the article.  I don't think it proves anything.  I think every girl dreams of someone being so in love with them that they would make such a bold move to prove it to the world, but aside from that Disney ideal I grew up with, do I think it's NECESSARY?  No.  Probably not nowadays since the things/reasons that most people married back in the day was because society said it was the next step after high school and a must step before children.  That's no longer the case, so...  there ya go.  But do I still think it's a beautiful thing when two people who are deeply in love make that commitment to one another because they feel the need to make that step in front of friends and family (even though the pressures of society to be married to move along with the next steps of life have dwindled)?  Yes.  I do.

Any thoughts?

xo,
Rachael

Un(usual).

Today I got to do something unusual.  I woke up, got myself ready for work and right as I was about to throw my yogurt into my bag, I got a text from my co-worker (and friend), Heather, telling me she say in traffic for over an hour to get to work (which is about 15 minutes away from her house).  I decided to check the traffic report and saw that the entire route from my house to work was red and pulsating on the map.  Even the alternate route was red and angry.  I decided to wait it out at home instead of bringing my shitty old car out onto the snow-covered highways and become just another accident backing up traffic for miles.

Instead, I put the yogurt back in the fridge and cracked two fresh eggs from Dan's parent's chickens, popped a piece of light rye toast in the toaster and cut up two little tomatoes.  Holy yum.  Usually I add a bit of Dan's mama's homemade raspberry/blueberry jam on the toast, but since I've joined Lose It! I've been very careful of what I've been putting into my food hole.

272 Calories of pure YUM.
My usual breakfast is a Chobani fat free yogurt (flavors vary) with some Special K cereal (flavors vary) sprinkled into it and a medium cup of coffee with a turbo shot and cream from Dunkin' Donuts. That adds up to 225 daily.  Was the picture above worth the extra 47 calories?  You bet your sweet ass it was.

What was NOT so unusual today was waking up to this shitty snow we keep having.  I get it.  I live in Connecticut, now.  Enough.  I got the picture after the 28" on snow that was dumped on us two weeks ago (which is all still here), then the 6-8" we've gotten since then.  We're getting more tomorrow evening.  I'm willing to bet I won't be able to get up my driveway again tonight considering I couldn't see it when I left at 11:30am to come to work today:

My driveway (?) through my windshield this AM.
I really can't wait for Spring and Summer for so many reasons...  I would give just about anything to wake up to waves crashing on a beach tomorrow morning...  A girl can dream...  Lord knows I do most of the time I'm awake these days...

xo,
Rachael

Monday, January 24, 2011

Big Love (for lots o' things)


I must say firstly that I'm pleased as pie that Big Love has returned for it's final season.  I love this show.  The characters are amazing and I find the concept intriguing.  It's hard enough to have one relationship and deal with jealousy that comes out of insecurity and outside attention, much less being in a relationship with several other women and sharing one "anchor".  Not to mention the women are in such different stages in lives, the different sacrifices each of them have made, their future goals.  I have always been highly interested in each character's motives (watching them at times truly living as three sisters-an eldest, youngest and the middle, starved for attention) and after the first two episodes, I can see that this season is going to really let their different personalities unravel.  I am looking forward to it.


I am looking forward to Portugal even more after today.  I got my first taste of Portuguese food today.  Dan's fam took us to a little Portuguese restaurant in Danbury today and it was delightful.  I had no idea how tasty and meaty sardines can be!!!  We had grilled sardines (sardinhas assadas) and HOLY. SO good. I can't wait to grill up some IN Portugal in our backyard by the pool. Mmmm. AND we will definitely be getting some more chourica grelhada (grilled pork sausage). It came out in the cutest little pig dish ON FIRE!! This sausage was RIDIC. So tasty. I am getting better at eating little bits instead of huge portions which is great when you are out to diner with a buncha food lovers who all love to share!


One thing that's killing me is the weather...  I have been reminded this year of my therapist back in college saying, "I have patients who have S.A.D. that are so affected by the weather that they moved to Cali and Florida."  And here I am, further north.  I know.  WTF.  It's been brutal the past couple of weeks.  Pretty, yes, but freezing and miserable, yes also.  I'm having to try extra hard to keep the glass half-full.

This week, I'm looking forward to lots of gym time, getting my commercial finalized and on-air and catching up on many movies I wanted to see (in the theater), but never did:

- Cyrus
- The Social Network
- How to Train Your Dragon
- Freakonomics (the movie)
- Machete

Super stoked about that list.

Hoping to find more during the week to be stoked about...  Hmmm.


xo,
Rachael