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i’ve been debating whether or not to post politically minded ramblings on this blog.  i have mixed feelings.

on the one hand, politics have increasingly become a major influence/activity in my life recently and the purpose, at least in part, of this blog is to share my thoughts and feelings on a range of topics.  as such, posting my own political commentary (even though my knowledge and experience is most certainly limited) on this site would seem to make at least some sense.  such postings would be nothing more that my thoughts and feelings on various topics, but wouldn’t most likely include statements delving into the realm of specific action (though maybe they would).

on the other hand, i did, if only half-consciously, intend the postings on this site to stay within the realm of my personal life and not to extend into the public realm of politics and policy.  now that i’ve been spending some time pondering this dilemma.., well, i haven’t come to any firm conclusions.  i like the idea of my public and political thoughts and pursuits remaining separate from those of my personal life, thoughts, and feelings.  i still intend, though i’m not sure when or how, to write more stories, more commentary on philosophy of reality, and so on.  the people who come to visit my scribblings may be uninterested in, or bothered by my views on a particular political subject.

what’s more, i hope to, one day, create an educational non-profit that would teach politics, policy, procedure, and government to the electorate.  assuming that i would be able to keep my writing fair and objective, so as not to promote one side of an argument over another (simply in order to keep from being penalized by the irs), i would want to create a site for the non-profit.

at the same time, though, i feel like a political action group (pac), might be just as, or more, useful.  i believe that my views are not all the different (with a few exceptions) from the large majority of voters, if they had a clearly understanding of how things really are and how the government isn’t, in fact, out to promote their benefit….

at this point i’m just rambling.  i do want to start another website, something with political commentary.  i’m worried, however, that that site would take away from my energy and creativity to continue posting to this site.  what’s more, i’m having a really hard time deciding what to name the not-yet-created site.  any suggestions?

so, as i’ve said on more than one occasion in this journal, i’m sure, “i haven’t written anything in quite some time.” i’ve tried on more than one occasion to do so, but haven’t been able to find anything to write about. i could chalk it up to writer’s block, but as i sit here forcing words out, i feel like there’s more to it than that. what could it be?

the entries have become increasing scarce over the last year or so. strange, its about a year ago that i started ‘feeling better.’ could it be that as my depression left me, so did my will to write? or rather, my creativity? i’ve tried to write journal entries. i’ve tried to write stories. i’ve even tried to edit and rework old stories. nothing. i’ve been able to come up with squat! years ago i used to say, half jokingly, that i was afraid if my depression vanished, so would my personality, my unique humor and worldview, so would my creativity. now, here i am, seemingly better, and now i’m starting to worry that i have, in fact, lost those things.

here’s another example of what i’m talking about…. the state democratic convention was a couple of weeks ago. i attended as a delegate and a member of the newly formed progressive democrats of hawaii. since january of this year, i have been highly involved in the organization (i recently was elected to fill a position on the steering committee). i had a great time at the convention. a fabulous time. and i had very little fear. i was only slightly timid when talking to people and even started a conversation or two… with total strangers!

for those of you that know me, this is completely not characteristic of me. i don’t do well in large crowds. i don’t do well talking to strangers. and i certainly don’t do well starting conversations with strangers. yet, despite my history, i seemed to have far less trouble at the convention. things were so exciting and fun and fast paced that i didn’t even have a chance to process this. hell, i barely had a chance to sleep. it was only as i was packing up my car with leftovers and driving home that the reality of the weekend began to set in. i panicked just a bit.

i don’t think someone who’s been mentally healthy their whole life could possibly understand what it is i’m talking about. think about it, though. what if you woke up tomorrow and felt like a different person? you could remember how you were yesterday, but don’t know how you got to a place where you worldview was different, the way you felt about yourself was different, the way you related to people was different. don’t you think that might freak you out just a bit? well, it certainly freaked me out. the shock has subsided and i’m coping, but this is a feeling and a reality that no one warned me about. i wasn’t prepared to be this different.

now, don’t get me wrong, i’m not saying this is a bad thing… at least not entirely a bad thing. no. this is a good thing. i feel 100 times better than i did two or three or ten years ago. but i worry what the cost was. have i lost the creativity i once had? have i lost that sharp, dry, dark, sarcastic sense of humor that i used to define myself and how i described the world around me? i don’t think so, at least i hope not. but how do i go about adjusting to this huge change in personality? i wasn’t prepared.

i’ve been told that everyone dreams. everyone. people dream in order to refresh their minds and to keep from going crazy. the body does it naturally, like breathing, or taking a big crap. while i may dream every night in my restless sleep, but i can count on one hand the number of dreams that i’ve actually recalled upon waking.

have you ever had a dream that seems so real, that when you wake up you wonder whether it was real? these are the only kinds of dreams i seem to have. i mean, of course i have others, every night. but these are the only ones i remember. the dream i had last night was so real. there were smells and sounds and feelings, people in know in my waking life. when i woke up this morning, i was completely disoriented.

one might think these kinds of dreams would be great to have. people who think like this are the same type of people who like bungie-jumping. i hate having them. i wish i never woke up remembering my dreams. i don’t remember dreams about flying or being a millionaire or something like that. of course not. not me. instead, i dream about the girl that crushed my heart and left me a broken person for years. or, like last night’s most recent incarnation, i dream about being in love with another girl, a new girl.

i’ve imagined falling in love for years. to keep from sounding exceedingly strange, i won’t tell you just how many years. it does go without saying, however, that i am, in many respects, a hopeless romantic (though some of my friends may say otherwise). dreams, such as the one i had last night, leave me completely shaken. aside from feeling a bit lost, confused, and disoriented upon waking, i spend the rest of that day (at least) feeling not quite myself, not to mention a bit depressed and cranky.

i mentioned this particular dream to a good friend of mine, hoping for some consolation and comfort. i guess i didn’t make that clear to her, because her response, after i explained the dream to her, she told me that carl jung believed that the people and places in our dreams are really just all representations of different aspects of ourselves. i never liked carl very much.

so, at this point, i’m not quite sure why i’m writing this. i started writing a post a few different times throughout the course of the day, but always ended up deleting it. i mean, i don’t know that this is going to make me feel any better. i can’t see how sending this out into the endless abyss that is the internet is going to help me feel better. i can’t expect a response, i mean in the two or three years i’ve been posting to this site, i’ve gotten two comments. two!

i could try to describe the dream to you, but i don’t know that it would make much sense. while i say that i still remember the dream, i just remember bits and pieces. i remember the girl, including her name. i remember seeing friends and sketchy details about my surroundings. mostly, i remember the feeling. i remember the feeling of being in love and having someone who is in love with me. and i remember the feeling when i woke up and realized it had all be a fantasy.
i can’t even begin to describe how frustrating that is. i can’t give it a vocabulary.

emotionally speaking, i’m the strongest and healthiest i’ve ever been. ever. i feel like for the first time in my life, i don’t need someone to love me so i can feel good about myself. and yet, still, i continue to think about a lost love and dream about a love that might not ever be.

don’t ask me how i came up with this, or why it seemed to occur to me when it did, but i recently came up with this new theory regarding men, women, relationships, and marriage.  take it for what you want….

i think few people would argue that one of the primary driving forces for men is sex.  you hear about studies which suggest that men think, on average, about sex something like every five seconds.  maybe fifteen, but whatever the number, we get the idea; if men aren’t thinking about sex, their either watching football or their asleep.  and to be honest, i don’t know that the latter is a true exception.  as this is the case for most men, it is, i think, fair to presume that when they get into a relationship they presume (whether correctly or not) there will be at least a fair amount of sex for them.  otherwise, why, given their affinity, would they choose to enter a relationship with a particular woman?
women, on the other hand, have a wholly different drive and wholly different expectations of a relationship.  women want a baby.  women want a pet: dog, cat, gerbil, goldfish, etc.  their primary motivation isn’t sex so much as it is being a nurturer, a mother, or dog owner.  they want something/someone they can fawn over, pet, play with, feed, dress up, and so on.  when women get into a relationship, their presumption is the man will let her play that role with them.

following this line of thinking, a long-term relationship, or marriage is a joining of two particular people, who have both agreed to these terms: the men agree to play the role of trainable pet in exchange for regular sex.  women, on the other hand, agree to dole out regular sex to keep their pet playful, amenable, and docile.

now obviously, there is more involved, because both men and women generally go through several relationships before ‘settling down.’  presumably there is some attraction involved (particularly for the woman, who is usually more picky about with whom they go to bed).  while men may not be as particular about with whom they sleep, they are more interested in who the woman acts between romps on the sack.

underlying all the personality subtleties, there is this basic compulsion: men want sex, women want a pet.  when they find someone they can tolerate beyond their unspoken drive, a relationship develops.  over time, the fine points of the agreement are unconsciously negotiated until the contract is ready to be signed, at which time there is a wedding with cake and flowers and lots of presents.  the man, in exchange for having to go through such a ridiculous event is, in exchange, guaranteed an abundance of sex for a predetermined about of time following the wedding.