Thoughts of The Little Flag Tied in the Middle of the Tug O’ War Rope

It sucks to realize that the fun always positive personality that people love isn’t your personality

and it sucks when people see your seclusion as you being a selfish bitch

in reality you’re just doing the best you can to keep getting up and going to work everyday 

sometimes everything else is too much

how can I even tell what my true personality is 

when I am constantly being pulled between 

one exhausting pole and the other exhausting pole?

I’m the little flag tied in the middle of the Tug O’ War rope 

I really just want to stay in the middle but 

sometimes I’m closer to Manic Light Laser Show 

and sometimes I’m closer to Deep Dark Tar Pit 

it seems as if I have absolutely zero control of it 

what is the suicidal equivalent of mouth watering?

escape so close I can taste it

the many methods of release playing so vividly in my mind 

like a delicious smorgasbord before a starving man

I feel like this time it is closer than it’s ever been

lately, I have even been avoiding situations that would easily facilitate the final act

but

you know the moment when you know something can’t be avoided?

like the certainty that puking is inevitable

when you wake up queasy with that pre-puke saliva

already pooling in the bottom of your mouth? 

is it  just a matter of time? 

should it not be fought? 

usually you feel better if you just go ahead and puke

you know when you have the urge to say something that you shouldn’t

it’s on the tip of your tongue 

you just have to keep saying to yourself 

“don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it”

until you get past it 

but sometimes you blurt it out anyway?

that’s where I am at

for no reason at all 

other than that’s where I am 

it’s on the tip of my tongue

I can taste it

I can feel myself opening my mouth

to say it 

but keep repeating in my head

“don’t do it don’t do it.” 

I am waiting it out

until I feel happy to be alive and excited again 

the happiness and excitement will return on their own 

for the exact reason that I am struggling with the darkness now

and it ISN’T about red or blue or the flu

last month I was thrilled at every little breeze and cloud and raindrop

now I just can’t wait to get into bed 

no reason

which is the worst! 

there is no reasoning with no reason

but I always manage to wait it out

that’s what is expected of me

so that’s what I am trying to do

again

it feels like I am breathing through a dirty pillowcase 

I don’t want to talk about it

people don’t want to hear it 

so I lie when I manage to pick up the phone

they ask how I’m doing and I’m always “GREAT!”

faking it till I’m making it is easier on the phone 

sounding okay from the depths is hard

impossible if someone is truly listening

probably because of the echoes 

trying to sound cheerful or normal while trapped

under a dark evil anvil makes me sound irritated or impatient

so avoidance really is easier on everyone 

left to my own devices and vices…

unsupervised & working it out on my own

behaving recklessly while hyper is quite different than reckless behavior when I am low  

behaving erratically with a feeling of excitement and joy is exhilarating 

behaving erratically with a sense of hopeless “fuck everything” feels angry

then sad

one is certainly more fun than the other but they are equally dangerous

jumping off of a cliff with a goofy grin on my face to prove that I can fly

versus 

driving straight into a wall with clenched teeth to prove I don’t give a fuck

come to the same conclusion

the end

                                               ~Kiddṏ

Still Single

I can get myself off.

 

I can have wonderful conversations with friends.

 

I can go on nice long drives and hikes with buddies.

 

BUT

 

I miss kisses, cuddles, hugs and giving other people orgasms.

 

I’m a solitary chopstick

that misses being the big spoon or the little spoon.

 

Sometimes I even miss:

 

” What do you feel like for dinner?”

” I dunno, what do you want to eat?”

” I’m happy with literally anything so you pick.”

” Okay, let’s go to the Greek place by the lake.”

” I’m more in the mood for Mexican.”

” Cool, let’s go get nachos & burritos.”

“….or Italian”

“Okay, I’m good with Italian. Where should we get it from?”

 

” I dunno, I’m happy with literally anything”

~KiDD

Kiddo’s Vegan Rap

So often I hear: “Table for one?” Because that is all they sees.

So I smile politely as I say: “Yes please.”

But really for two:
Me and the ghost of who I used to beees.

I order fake alfredo and that fake cheese.

Mixed with mushrooms, onions and those sweet peas.

Only two legged animals injured in the making of this meal.

(but not the chimpanzees)

Who would’ve thought it would take so many years to heal?

(being single like a disease.)

Whether it comes out wrong or it comes out right;

I eat it all, don’t lick the plate, I finish every bite.

Pay the bill and tip well then we drive home for the night.

Snuggle my ghost beneath the covers as I close my eyes.

Struggle with no needs of another
that’s my big prize.

“Peace”

*drops the mic

~ Kiddo

Extraordinarily Ordinary

You know when you squirt the dish soap into the sink and seconds later you notice a PLETHORA of tiny magical bubbles floating all around you and you instantly feel like the hills are alive with the sound of music? (I guess to younger folks you’d feel like a Disney Princess). Well that happened to me this evening and nothing else that happened today matters. Excuse me while I sing with the woodland creatures that have inhabited my kitchen.

~KiDD

 

Unintentional Feelings

Dream whirled

Feelings that I do not intend to use
nothing to gain
but what is there to lose?

Delectable flutterings like a tasty crave
difficult to manage
trying to get my thoughts to behave.

Dazed, preoccupied and distracted,
scenes involuntarily imagined
unable to be redacted.

Slight control of my delicious dreams,
less than usual,
maybe that’s just the way that it seems.

Perhaps my effort is merely token,
a sham of an endeavor,
to cease dreaming of things emphatically left unspoken.

Can it even be done?
Please do not teach me.
That would be less fun.

Dallying with the consciously unthought
we drift through my nocturnal illusion
where deed and sentiment are less fraught.

Serendipitous pleasures I don’t want to miss
I won’t learn how to quit
Ignorance is such delicious bliss.

~KiDD

Dream whirled

Luna my Love

I woke before 4a.m. and tried to sink back into sweet sweet sleep but I felt lonely and untouched so eventually I gave up. Feeling a tidal pull I went outside to commune with the brilliant waxing Beaver moon.

Luna felt my longing and let me know that she empathized easily with my situation because she too is old and alone and untouched by human flesh even though she waxes every month.

“Aha, so the conspiracy theorist are correct!” I thought but she replied “No, I have had visitors in the past but those space suits do not allow for physical intimacy.”

I felt that

I was feeling better about my own situations and thanked her as usual for her lunar inspirations and I lifted my face another moment to bathe in her light.

As I turned to prepare for my day I felt her say “Don’t worry my darling this is but a phase.”

I smiled at her phase turn of phrase. If anyone should know about that it is she.
~ Kiddo 11/11/2019

You can just see the dark edge – not quite full 🙂

Current Status

Notwithstanding the potential hurricane, it feels ABSOLUTELY luxurious to not have to go to a job for the next 2 days. I have had 2 days off since January and they were NOT in succession. I get 2 in a row !!(maybe more if things go south but I get 2 off for sure before the potential shit hits the potential fan) I got a few new books and I am excited to read them 😁

 

~KiDD

Commodious

Read on a bathroom stall…

I’m nobody’s anything
except perhaps second string
certainly no one’s first choice
going days without hearing a voice
or using mine
which is fine
It’s all just white noise
so I wrote this on the bathroom stall
and snapped it with my phone
sober
because I’m no longer drinking alone.

~ Kiddo

commodious

adjective
com·mo·di·ous | \ kə-ˈmō-dē-əs \
1:comfortably or conveniently spacious :

ROOMY
as in a commodious closet
2:archaic: HANDY, SERVICEABLE

Kiddo: Roomy, HANDY, serviceable 🙂

Kiddos Tip: When ‘commodious’ is used to describe a bathroom it could be confusing…do it anyway.

Discussion Group

I would love to have a respectful, intelligent conversation with myself at different stages in my life. Wouldn’t it be neat to sit in a discussion group with your six year old self, your thirteen year old self, your twenty one year old self, your twenty six, thirty five, forty four, fifty five, sixty six, seventy, eighty, ninety year old self?

There would be so many differences of opinion expressed and so many beliefs that contradicted each other. How can anyone feel like someone else’s beliefs and ideas are wrong when we don’t even agree with ourselves at different stages of our journey? How could we ever feel superior over anyone else because of how they decipher the clues and try to explain the intricacies of existence from their own current point of view.

How can anyone KNOW that they’re right and that everyone else that doesn’t agree with them is WRONG. If you ruled out the childish beliefs of your younger selves in the discussion group you would still have several full grown adult opinions of your own that differed. If you did rule out every theory and belief of the childhood yous in your discussion group what would YOU MISS OUT ON!?

Wouldn’t it be amazing to lay in a field with your younger selves making shapes out of clouds while discussing total randomness?

If you’ve read all of this I have one final thought: Go for a hike in the woods or walk through your neighborhood with your five year old self. Have yourselves an adventurous magical journey!

~ Kiddo

2018 is a Wrap!

It is a good thing that I am a fighter when need be. Most of the days in 2018 were some sort of struggle for me. Most of the time I have had at LEAST one of the following: financial struggle, mental struggle, physical struggle, emotional struggle, mental struggle (I know I already wrote that but almost every struggle is a mental struggle). I struggle with my weight,I struggle with keeping my vehicle on the road and struggle with my health as well as my determination and drive. Being in my mid-forties and single is a recipe for struggle. But I know that a lot more deserving people than I did not even live to see 2018. I’m just happy to say that I have made it through another year on my own and you know what they say: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Unless it’s Rickets…Rickets leaves a person weaker forever. So I am very thankful that in 2018 I did not get Rickets and I send positive energy to those that did. ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING! Happy New Year to everyone on the planet no matter your religion, your politics or your IQ.Thank Unis for alcohol! Cheers! Gesondheid! Gan Bei! Na zdravi! Proost! Santé! Prost! ΥΓΕΙΑ! Sláinte! Salute! 乾杯! (Kanpai!) 건배! į sveikatą! Noroc! Na zdrowie! Saúde! Будем здоровы/ На здоровье!Iechyd da!Sei gesund! Salud! Skål! (and don’t forget to look everyone in the eye)

Unis bless us…everyone!

Then and now

When I was a child my ears stuck through my hair and so I was made fun of for looking like a Mon chi chi. I thought Mon chi chi were adorable so I had one….but I thought I was ugly. I began to wear a cloth headband wide enough to cover my ears. I wore a giant rubber band at night to keep my ears flat while I slept hoping they would just stay flat. I had my mom buy freckle eraser from Avon and prayed and really believed it would work. I still have freckles to this day. When I was 14 I was permitted to get a haircut that allowed my hair to be feathered over my ears. I look back at photos I hated my entire childhood and realize that I believed what people told me rather than believing what I saw with my own eyes. When I looked in the mirror I did not see this adorable face. It is so hard for me to believe that these are the same photos I have known my entire life. I recognize the pictures but they never looked cute to me before. I was always self conscious of my looks because I never saw the truth. I walked around FEELING GROTESQUE like I should be hiding somewhere. That feeling persisted for much of my adulthood. I look back at photos from the last 45 years and can’t find an ugly one in the pile. I was 35 years old before I actually felt like I wasn’t disgusting to look at. I will be 45 years old in 1 week and sometimes wish that I could go back and live a life feeling like I wasn’t horrible to look at BUT I compensated for my looks by being clever, funny, and athletic and who knows what kind of personality I would have if I had always thought I was as adorable as I see that little girl now.

Reminder to self: Slow journeys give us time to pay attention

 

This is my yoga space that I have been using at work as I began my slow journey back to some sort of fitness. I have just enough room, a window and a fire extinguisher just in case I get really overheated. This space is one of the advantages to working alone.

This week I have been feeling great emotionally and feeling better physically and I have hope that I will get back to feeling greatish physically.

I have only had my cervical correction/stabilization surgery and don’t know when or IF I will actually go through with lumbar correction/stabilization surgery so therefore I am literally practicing with a broken (in a couple of places) back. If I do opt to have the lumbar surgery it will be at least 10 months from now.

I am being pretty careful and modifying even though that has always been hard for me even with a solitary practice. It is easier to do NO BACK BENDS and NO INVERSIONS (other than forward folds and such) now that I have vivid pictures of my spinal Xrays and MRIs to remind me that ignoring what my body is telling me does NOT necessarily make me stronger. I am physically heavier and weaker than I have EVER been because I pushed myself physically in the wrong ways for decades. PLUS in the past year or so I have had to modify not only how I workout and do cardio but also how I sleep, get out of bed, sit on a toilet, use a chair, drive a car, ride a bike, walk, “run” and even BREATHE.

Pain has never been enough to make me really listen to my body even when the pain was significant. If I could keep moving I did….so eventually my body simply QUIT allowing me to ignore it. Proof that as I have always said: Your body is smarter than your brain 🙂 ….Okay I haven’t always said that but in this case it is true.

I HAVE always said that life is about the journey not the destination (I didn’t make it up but I do SAY it) and I know that journeys have setbacks and detours that make the journey more memorable and allow for more growth. Life is beautiful,  so very beautiful, even with hard lessons and one day this life will be over so I plan to appreciate as much of it as I can while I am still here.

Today is just one of those days…

   Everyone has them. I honestly believe today can’t be as bad as yesterday but I’m definitely going through a rough patch. I know tons of people have harder lives but I’m just feeling exhausted and more emotional than usual. Exhaustion and not enough ‘me time’ will do that to most people. “Mamma said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this, mamma said, mamma said.” (The Shirelles) Mamma also said “life is like a box of choc’lates…you never know what you’re gonna get” (Forest Gump).
   I’m not complaining. My life is just out of balance because I don’t have any time to do the things that have always brought me joy. I don’t get to lay outside and watch the sky. I don’t get to read. I don’t get to have a yoga practice. I don’t get to workout enough to eat the way I love to eat and I can’t have as much luvin’ as I’d like because I enjoy a couple of hours of sex a day and there’s just NOT TIME ANYMORE.
   So of course someone that can hardly ever do what they are naturally inclined to do and is forced to take bullshit from people they would never ever choose to be around at all (let alone 12 hours a day 6 days a week) will have times when they just want to say “fuck it” and go deliciously screw someone sexy during a thunderstorm on a beach during a meteor shower while eating a juicy bacon double cheeseburger and chili cheese fries and drinking a vanilla Bacardi milkshake.
    Maybe one day I will have more time for me. I just have to get through this bs. I love life so much. I love my kids more than can be described. I love the natural world despite what’s been done to it. I am filled with joy at the wonders of life and the Universe but right not my joy feels like it is being sat upon by a big mean ugly troll that screams and curses at me for no reason except that he has low self-esteem even though he has an extremely large ego. I wish I could kill that troll but pretending like his assholery never bothers me will have to suffice. To anyone else having a rough patch: “Hang in there! Nothing lasts forever so enjoy the great things while they last and stay strong through the tough times. I love you so much”

Gorgeous morning on either side of me

Life really is beautiful even if it’s just squeezing 20 precious minutes in before work.  Between the waters I saluted the rising sun, the westering moon and the steadfast lighthouse. Guiding lights gratefully acknowledged before I wipe the sand off of my feet and lace up my Dr. Scholls work shoes.

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