Friday, May 27, 2011

Who do I tell?

Time = 12:21 AM

Mood = flat

Music = edge of the ocean by Ivy

What I SHOULD be doing = sleeping

Random face about me = I tease people that I like. People that I dislike I am very VERY nice to.

I feel like I have become the person that everybody talks to about everything. Okay, so I know I am the person that everybody talks to about everything. When my friends, coworkers, and even siblings have an emotional crisis, they usually talk to me. I'm the person who can talk you down, help you see both sides of something, and otherwise makes you feel better. And hey, I'm actually really good at it, I can freely admit that. It's a good feature to have, to be able to help people through crisises. And I'm more than happy to do it. I don't want the people I love feeling depressed and helpless, and I like helping them. I like making them smile, and laugh, and honestly for the most part that is one of my main goals in life.

The trouble lies in what happens when I have a crisis. It's almost like people expect me to be even keeled all the time. What, Dragonista gets fucking pissed at customers who treat her like shit? What, you mean Dragonista has bad days too? What, you mean Dragonista actually has ridiculously low self-esteem? Shocking! I feel like most of the time when I tell the people I love about my problems I am waved off. Dragonista will deal with it. After all, she's the one who helps other people through their problems, I doubt she's dealing with anything too severe right now. And the thing with getting waved off, is I feel like I'm always being a nuisance. I feel like I can't say what I actually think or feel, because clearly nobody cares enough to hear about it.

I once told my sister about this blog. You know what she said? "That's too heavy for me I just can't read it." And okay, I grant you, a lot of the shit I write here is pretty bad, and I highly doubt any of you actually read this stuff any more. Probably you cower in a corner whenever you see an update from me (why are you even following this thing?) but still, my OWN SISTER. Rather than be concerned or maybe even be willing to listen to me vent for a little while, my sister, my OLDER sister, tells me that she can't be bothered. And the logical part of me tells me that that's not what she meant, but the long and short of it is, she's more than happy to dump her emotional melt downs on me, but turn the tables and OH NO, THIS IS WAY TOO HEAVY FOR ME DRAGONISTA TAKE YOUR SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE.

It leaves me feeling like I don't really have anybody I can honestly talk to. And, if there's anybody reading this, thinking "why doesn't she talk to me?" probably the answer is this: I like you a lot and don't want to turn you off by relying on you.

The thing about being an artist is that I feel things very deeply and strongly. And the problem with being an artist who can't express their feelings is I wind up getting poisoned by things that I actually am incapable of voicing.

And the truth is, I have such low self-esteem, and even as I write this, rather than think maybe it might be okay for somebody to listen to me, I instead think that I must be more selfish than I think I am. After all, who am I to think that I'm worth listening to? Sometimes I try to imagine what I would say to someone like me if they were confiding in me, but the truth is... if I met someone like me, I'd probably hate them.

I should probably privatize this blog so I don't have to subject you guys to this any more.

Dragonista

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Things you shouldn't say

Time = 11:23 PM

Mood = mildly disturbed

Music = Alla Luce de Sole - Josh Groban

What I SHOULD be doing = other than sleeping, nothing.

Random fact about me = I study body language for fun

I actually have huge issues with opening up. I mean sure, I can spew all this shit on here, where I'm mostly anonymous (save for those who know my true identity), but when it comes down to it, I'm a very private person. I don't like to tell people when I'm dealing with shit. If there's someone who annoys me, I don't really mention it, I just kind of let it go under the surface and never bring it up. And, unfortunately, it's the same when people do things that bother me. I don't want to break the surface of stuff and start shit. My general philosophy is that I'm a big girl, rather than making life harder for everybody else around me why don't I just deal with it. It's not like anybody needs any more drama.

So when I open up to somebody about this shit, it's kind of a big deal. Because I rarely do it. Really rarely. I have trouble even opening up to my sisters sometimes. I am, so to speak, terrified of what will happen if I say something even remotely controversial. Will I have to defend my way of thinking? What if that one thing I say is the one thing that could convince somebody that I'm a horrible human being who they want nothing to do with.

The problem is, when I open up to someone, I doubt myself. Every time I tell them something, I worry that I've said too much. After all, nobody likes a complainer, right? I tell myself I can trust these people, that it's okay to open up and be a human being, not an emotionless robot, but it's just hard to do sometimes. And it doesn't help when people say the wrong things. Examples, you ask?

"Yeah, everything seems to be upsetting you these days." Okay. First of all, this brings up a deep seated fear that I'm complaining too much. An OH SHIT I'M COMPLAINING TOO MUCH reaction. That doesn't make me want to keep telling people shit. That makes me want to shut up and never speak again. And here's another thing. Just because I'm a really easy going person who doesn't often let things get to her, I HAVE BAD WEEKS TOO. Sometimes things just overflow and I can't deal with it. I'm not a perfect human being, and this comment makes me feel like I'm expected to be. Oh shit, Dragonista's fucked up. Better run for the hills.

"Yeah, but it's not as bad as..." Let's get something straight, people. It doesn't matter whether it's me, Dragonista, or some other friend of yours who is complaining about something. Telling them "it's not as bad as" is the biggest dick move you can pull. You're right, it's not as bad as starvation or living on the street. There are people who would give their right arm to live this life, but the fact of the matter is that EMOTIONS ARE CIRCUMSTANTIAL. So yes, there are worse things, but right now, in this moment, whatever is happening is the worst thing that could be happening. Other people's lives might be worse, but this is not other people's life. This is MY life, as it were. And in MY life, this is a big fucking deal. It'd have to be, for me to say anything.

"You just need to get over it and move on," or some variation thereof. Yes. I will get over it and move on. I'm very. fucking. good at that. But in order for me to get over it and move on I need to talk about it. Maybe my getting over it is occurring while you speak and squash whatever the fuck I was saying. Not to mention, don't I have some sort of right to feel emotional about something? Some bastard just threw a cell phone at my head and I'm supposed to just shrug it off, let it go, and be fine? So before you say that, take a pause. Think about what you're saying, and ask yourself how you'd feel if somebody told that to you.

And I mean honestly, I probably bring this on myself. I don't say things. I keep internalizing and people keep thinking that I'm this perfect person who never has bad days or selfish days, which just makes me seem even worse when they find out I do have them.