{"id":1079,"date":"2010-03-27T07:24:14","date_gmt":"2010-03-27T15:24:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.loftninjas.org\/rants\/?p=1079"},"modified":"2010-03-27T07:24:15","modified_gmt":"2010-03-27T15:24:15","slug":"aware","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.loftninjas.org\/rants\/2010\/03\/27\/aware\/","title":{"rendered":"aware"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Riding down Alaskan Way at 6:30 this morning I got stopped for directions by a man in a car, then a woman and her young son walking down the street. For a moment I thought, &#8220;Stop ruining this beautiful morning with your broken direction finding!&#8221; Then, of course, I laughed and got a coffee.<\/p>\n<p>Being asked to flush the toilet after I pee, followed by a story about feeling uncomfortable waking up in a house with roommates gone by their boyfriend still hanging out; I had to stifle a &#8220;fucking really?&#8221; response. On the ride home this morning I spent some time thinking about this. I was reminded of A asking me to take a shower when I spent the night and ensuing time spent considering how I felt about that. I had a hard time not feeling nostalgic for M asking me to go bike camping in a ditch in Tacoma with her shortly after we met. Scratch that, I felt nostalgic, I had a hard time convincing myself to <em>feel<\/em> forward. It&#8217;s not that I don&#8217;t understand and respect where they are coming from, but this is the broad respect I give everyone. This isn&#8217;t my lifestyle, and isn&#8217;t the life that is important to me. I&#8217;m always wavering on balance; how much to compromise, how much to hold firm to.<\/p>\n<p>I generally ranted about this to J at Araya&#8217;s last night. Feeling surrounded by people that feel &#8216;normal&#8217; because they feel all so similar. Couples with small children, dressed nice, talking about whatever is news these days. I feel like they&#8217;re caught up in their day. I feel their goals are what goals are supposed to be. Continuous culture shock, with a certain degree of being accustomed too, depending on my level of awareness and perspective at the moment.<\/p>\n<p>My pile of books to read, and those half read, continues to grow. Conversation this winter with M about cabins and my thoughts hence has me pretty convinced, albeit disappointed, that I&#8217;m asking too much of a relationship. Plans are bubbling to the surface, as I consider the intersection of opportunities coming to a head this year. There&#8217;s a lot of work to do between then and now. As Dad says, the key to taking advantage of opportunities is putting yourself in a situation where you are prepared for them when they come along.<\/p>\n<p>I have a hard time with that. I was talking to M about this, about the internal battle between knowing that I&#8217;m dating nice people, and the passion and maturity that I seem unable to find, lead to her saying to me that there are a lot of nice girls out there, but it doesn&#8217;t mean I have to date them. Talking to another friend about this, about dating people we like, who aren&#8217;t crazy (emotionally intense and asking for a lot), but aren&#8217;t in love with. You have to question falling in love with someone when it seems to pair you with someone you have such a hard time getting along with. What a challenge. I said I like challenges though, right? Well, you both have to.<\/p>\n<p>As I listen to people complain about life, and I get irritated by it, I naturally wonder about how much I complain. Life isn&#8217;t all that bad. People reading though my medical reports from my accident all comment on how I shouldn&#8217;t have recovered physically or mentally, and ask me what god has to do to me to keep me down. And I wonder, if I could ever stop trying so hard.<\/p>\n<p>And I remember a conversation with M about however nice talking about living out of the suburban driving around the country would be, neither of us could do it for very long without getting cabin fever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Riding down Alaskan Way at 6:30 this morning I got stopped for directions by a man in a car, then a woman and her young son walking down the street. For a moment I thought, &#8220;Stop ruining this beautiful morning with your broken direction finding!&#8221; Then, of course, I laughed and got a coffee. 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