Sabotage

Published on March 30, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 5 Comments

The last way I thought that I would be feeling right now is like this. Anxiety to the max. Kicking myself in the emotional ass.

Deciding to work with a personal trainer is already working on my body but it is sending me into an emotional tailspin I did not see coming or I’m not sure I’d have done this. It’s making me cry, I don’t like to cry unless I have PMS or I’m joy crying over sports.

I’m realizing that I’m still terrified of any form of human connection. Any. I cant stop doing and saying ridiculously inappropriate things to keep people away. Have them want to keep me at arms length and not get to know me. I thought that I was past this and finding that I’m not is really pissing me off. It is one thing to have a problem with over-sharing in general, that I’ve been working on. This is different, this is fear of letting anyone new near me in any sense. I’ve finally gotten my ass out of the house and I’m finally doing something for me and then I come home and over analyze myself to death, and berate myself until I feel nauseous.

I wasn’t surprised when making the decision to return to running made me feel angry for injuring myself so badly and waiting so long to get serious about it. I figured that the competitive relationship I had with my dad might rear its ugly head but I’m more than prepared to push through that. I don’t know what it is, but I have to do something about this fear of people, if I don’t I’ll end up going through who knows how many personal trainers and gyms.

I know I deserve this and I wish I knew why the fuck I just can’t let myself have it, and be myself not some fabrication of myself made from fear. I wish I could just leave myself the fuck alone long enough to even give it an honest shot.

No need to be coy, Roy

Published on March 16, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 10 Comments

On Monday our new kitty Roy Kucing got to take his cone-head off after being neutered, Roy has been with us for two months as of yesterday, he’s 6 months and some days old. Roy enjoys running amok, attacking feet, escaping and sprinting down the hallway, plotting, slurping while he baths, purring excessively, posing for incriminating photos, tomfoolery, stealth missions, hanging out in the bathtub, his own brand, talking a lot, mischief and mayhem, throwing his dry food on the floor like a witch doctor, the Poang and playing with Teenie Sardinis from Fat Cat; he’s sent three to unmarked and undisclosed graves, one was so dirty it had to be recycled, and there’s one kept on backup because I’m a sucker. He is basically the coolest cat we could have asked for not to mention he’s a handsome little devil who woos every woman he meets just ask the ladies at my vet’s office.

little trooper.

To be honest we weren’t planning on getting a new furry little buddy so soon but after coming home to an empty apartment after our trip out to Chilliwack for Crimus time, we were both in agreement that it sucked balls not having a furry little buddy and started looking into rescuing. We ended up finding a kitty who needed a home from VOKRA which wasn’t the worst experience but wasn’t the best. I’ll leave it at I’m doing my best to give them the benefit of the doubt that they actually care about cats and not just the money needed to keep themselves running.

Roy Kucing in Adam's pants.

For a long time, I joked that after Gus every animal that I got would be named after the Paul Simon song 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, or at least 5 would be and I’ve now used 2 of the names, but I didn’t honestly think it would happen given that there are two us who have to pick names for critters now and contrary to popular belief I do not always get my way. I was also hoping that Adam would want to incorporate the use of the Indonesian word Kucing meaning cat into the name.

Crazy Eye Poang Roy Kucing

Since Adam and I met we’ve been counting kitties, we umm text message each other in the voice of The Count with how many kitties we see on an outing if we aren’t together and if we are together we shout out ONE ONE KITTY. After we had both been to Bali and back we started to do this in Indonesian, both the numbers and the kitties – SATU SATU KUCING! I posted about this way back in 2005 for those of you who may be thinking we’re even more off of our rockers than you originally thought – you might want to give it a read. Roy Kucing slipped off the tongue well and once one of my very best girlfriends Meghan told me she’d had a dream we named our new cat Roy it was set before we even had the little buddy home, that he would be Roy. Roy Kucing.

No need to be coy, Roy.

Now I cried a lot.

Published on February 9, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 14 Comments

You know how sometimes someone will say something to you about yourself and at the time you think you don’t care? Like say someone said, “and people hate you for it too” [in this case the topic was how I tweet]. I know I said something back to the affect of, “if I cared about numbers I’d have changed how I tweet a long time ago”. And that is true, if nothing else I’ve made a point of becoming even more myself on Twitter and tweeting out the most random of random shit that comes into my head, because in general I tweet how I talk, I also write in a very similar fashion to how I talk, but only to a degree, I don’t talk in under-punctuated run-on sentences [very often]. I’m well aware that my form of humor and almost constant sarcasm and/or realism in my tweets is an acquired taste.

This comment has stuck with me. It’s been bugging me. I guess I don’t understand why anyone would read or follow my tweets if they hate me. I also don’t really know why when I’ve clearly separated myself out from the Vancouver Social Media scene why I’m STILL a hot hate topic. I have made some friendships with people inside the scene but I hang out with them outside of it.

It makes me feel bitter and bullied, like people are just sitting back and waiting for me to lose it, hospital style. If I get upset to any degree on any public forum, including my blog, it feels like I can’t just be upset, it feels like the haters are sitting in anticipation of when they can declare that I haven’t changed.

I have a temper, no matter how hard I work on myself I’m always going to have a temper but I’m not going to blog from the perspective of forcing all the progress I’ve made down people’s throats, I simply write how I feel on whatever medium I’m on. If you have to ask yourself why someone would be as open as I am about my life, and my trials and tribulations then you aren’t my target audience.

Normally I wouldn’t even address this because it feels like I’m defending myself, but I’m feeling pretty down right now. I suppose it only makes sense, to me anyway, given the posts from January that I am feeling a certain amount of insecurity online. I make a point of not checking my stats unless I’m under attack, which I was and so I know that my parents are stalking both my blog and my twitter page. I don’t know if they think this will intimidate me into not posting and if they think it’s been working, when in reality I’ve been super busy with a new kitty who came to us with some health issues which lead to me being pretty down and having a tough time going from taking care of my sick old best furry buddy to taking care of a sick kitten with no one but myself to blame for my emotions. Feeling like I got a new kitty too soon but knowing I couldn’t give up on the little guy. Breaking down somedays out of emotional exhaustion and feeling like a fucking loser because it was triggered by cats. But coming home to an empty apartment after Christmas was hard on us both. I had no way of knowing, thinking we were rescuing a healthy cat, which was naive in and of itself, that the wee Roy Kucing being a bit sick for over half the time we’ve had him would take an emotional tole. I do have an introductory post for Roy in drafts but never got it finished.

I would also be a flat out liar if I were to proclaim that certain aspects of things happening or rather not happening with my immediate family weren’t bothersome. The fact that I’ve made three attempts to obtain my grandmother’s new address and phone number and have been ignored on all fronts. But yet my parents stalk my site. It makes me sick. Regardless of what is going on between my parents and claims that I never contact this woman and then refusing to let me contact her when she’s dying doesn’t even make sense to me. It certainly isn’t making me want to have any sort of civil conversation with them, but if they actually think I’d bring any of this up to my almost 89 year old dying grandmother, fuck it, I can’t even entertain these ideas because it simply makes my blood boil. The fact that they are stalking me instead of giving me a simple fucking address speaks volumes to me.

For me, right now, I’m dealing with the fact that I AM dealing with things. I’m dealing with feelings. I’ve never kept it a secret on here that I’ve abused prescription drugs in the past. This has gotten me into A LOT of trouble online and in my personal life. It made me feel invincible and I got behind a computer screen a few too many times under the influence and well, I think the majority here know how the rest of that story goes. Even this time last year I couldn’t sit in my feelings. That is why it is ok if I simply do sit in my feelings and don’t exercise, don’t read, don’t write, just sit, I can’t do it forever but it’s where I’m currently at: because at least I’m sitting at least I’m not fucked up on a stash of clonazepam and seroquel. Having real feelings is a trip, it has allowed for many breakthroughs with my psychiatrist but it is incredibly hard at times. I’m used to freaking out and then freaking out some more with maybe a bit more freak out thrown in for good measure but not freaking out means the pain has to go somewhere and if it isn’t going into the drugs and it isn’t going into freaking out then where it is going is where I’m going right now and those places suck balls but if I don’t go to them then I can never get better, I will never know if I can be one of the lucky ones who does recover from this at times debilitating illness.

This morning when I woke up feeling suicidal and outed myself with my dailybooth photo I was glad to find myself with words not going straight to draft because I won’t suffer in silence, I will put it out there so that I don’t do stupid shit and end up in the hospital again or have friends running around trying to find me and contacting Adam and afraid for my safety because I know having lost someone who stayed silent and from the life I’ve lead that if there is one thing I’m not no matter how shitty I feel is alone in this and if I have to put my pain out on the internet to keep myself here then I’m going to put it out on the fucking internet and haters gonna hate no matter what, but the people who love me are also still going to love me.

Life Happens

Published on January 11, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 8 Comments

I feel like if I just go on and write posts from the pages of notes I have on things I’d like to write about that I would be leaving a huge elephant in the room but at the same time I don’t plan on saying anything I wouldn’t have already said anyway nor do I plan to give it too much attention. But in having put myself out there and written about my family in the way I have over the almost six years I’ve been blogging for now I can’t say it surprises me that someone related to me has viscously attacked me, no one ever said trying to break cycles of abuse was easy, I’m not going to say I’m not hurt and that I wasn’t really pissed off but I can’t say I’ve lost any sleep over it. Given that I have never not approved a comment on this blog, no matter how mean, and the fact that all members of my family or anyone who reads here is entitled to their opinions and although there is no question that it was hard, there was no way I wasn’t going to approve it; a part of me knew it was coming from the four emails of a similar, granted shorter, FULL CAPS nature that I had already received and ignored.

If there is one thing I have learned in the last two years it’s that you can’t tell people you have changed, people either see it or they don’t and no matter what I do or don’t do, there will always be people who don’t like me, will never like me. And you know what? For a while now I’ve been okay with that and it isn’t easy by any stretch, given I crave approval and want everyone to like me. But 2010, although a year of little blogging, was a year of many, many lessons learned.

The fact of the matter here is, whether you find out from reading through my archives or have been following this roller-coaster with my family from the beginning, I have always made it clear that there is no one that I feel close with in my family, the one person I did died in 2001. So when it comes right down to it, I don’t feel the need to really defend myself against anything she said, take it or leave it, buy it or don’t buy it I’m not here to appease anyone. I acknowledge that reading some of the things that I have written about my parents over the years can’t be easy for them, but at the same time – then stay off my blog.