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January 9th, 2006


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02:22 am
Meh, all this night and I can't sleep.

We went to bed early (8pm) because relsqui was tired. Today's the last day we have the apartment to ourselves. So much for clothing-optional days.

Danny's coming back. He believes he'll be able to start paying some part of rent again. I hope so. I have big plans ahead of me.

Lots of reading and events have made me a bit introspective. I'm starting to notice little things about getting older. When I was 8, I remember going to see my maternal grandparents. It was as wintry a night as ever comes in LA (read: still quite a pleasant summer evening by European standards) and I was wearing this Dodgers T-shirt. I remember my grandfather pointing out that it was cold outside and that the only thing I had going for my health right then was youth. He remarked that the shirt was a very thin shirt and couldn't be keeping me very warm.

At the time, I didn't really understand what he was getting at. I felt fine. The slightly cold air was bracing and I enjoyed it. It was rare in those days for me to wear a jacket. Recently, I've rarely gone out without a jacket. I always wear one on my morning commute. It makes me realize that my youth is in some respects quickly being spent. I have to consciously remind myself that this is to be expected and to do the things I enjoy (which I do).

There's very few things that I'd rather do right now than woolgather about this on the couch in the front room with the kittens. Meg is cuddled against my leg and the couch and wrapped up into a ball. Tera is behind me on the back of the couch, laying down by the Christmas lights. I'm surrounded by people I'd be only too happy to spend the rest of my life with, and so, in that sense, I've done well.

While I'm only rarely accused of being attractive, I enjoy occasionally flirting with girls. I have a much older acquaintance (+20 years) who does this and it makes me feel as though I'm rapidly developing into an unpleasant person. Every time I read of a friend receiving unwanted attention from a member of the opposite sex, I wonder how many times someone's just been polite with me.

It seems like it's been a long time since Sam's been over and a few comments of relsqui's made me aware of this a few nights ago. I wonder if the friends who I find attractive find me attractive. I wonder and fantasize on occasion.

In the end, I identify the majority of my desires as bollocks. I'm talking about levels which are damn near the top of Maslow's pyramid. I live comfortably and try my best to live well (although there's a few occasions in mind which make me question whether or not I'm a good citizen in the social sense. Mostly the investigation and partly my disquiet the other evening). Bits like Tookie Williams' execution make me think about all the good I do which is poisoned by little things that I do.

Every so often this develops into a severe loathing. Nothing like I used to have (thankfully, I conquered those demons long ago), but it's difficult sometimes to not see myself as a pathetic pile of flesh of no particular redeeming value. It's all the little deceptions that all this scrutiny makes me think I've done at times.

Returning to my long-discarded Jewish roots, I hold that the greatest mitzvah is tikkun olam (roughly transliterated and translated as "fixing the world). I've had so damn many people tell me that I have the ability, and as a result, I feel a tremendous sense of duty and a tremendous fear of not fulfilling it. I do good things every opportunity I have, but none of them are permanent. None of them are truly fixing the world, they're simply facilitating the lives of others. I support 4 people right now and I'd gladly support more were it in my means. I've read a great many characters that have the apparent same motivations and I aspire to be like them in some small way.

Incidentally, Meg -- who was wandering around -- just came back down to sleep curled up with my knee. The expression of trust is heart warming. It makes me realize how much of love is trust and fills me with a warmth that I provide her and her sister with a fairly comfortable place to live, medical attention should it be required, a clean place to defecate, an endless supply of attention, and a constant stream of food and water.

Occasionally, that's all I want out of life and I forget myself into thinking that's good enough.

stonesundial at one point said that I'm a "wise, techie love machine". I've given the appearance of all three at various times in my life, but at the moment, I feel almost anything but. I try and live a child's existence, but there's too many responsibilities in me. Indeed, I never really took off Puck's makeup so many years ago, but I recognize it as a facade a lot. Not in the sense of fooling people, but in the sense of being someone else.

I wish I could write something longer than a few pages. I wish I could write a decent plot. I hope I can find the time to do that and express these thoughts in more meaningful ways than extended diatribes which might make one suspect I'm the typical LJ user.

I counsel people often in various matters (side note:kalisphoenix once said of me that I'd make a great bartender). I enjoy doing it. Partly because I enjoy helping friends. Partly because I enjoy helping people. Partly because it reminds me that I'm able to help people. I'm conscious however that I haven't received advice in quite some time. I can't help but think that I'm developing into a monoculture. An amalgum of all my experiences and am no longer adding to them and truly growing. I deeply need a nice long chat with someone. To pour out my life in front of them and analyze it all for the good, the bad, the ugly, and after we're done rearranging it all, to laugh at it. Laugh long and hard at the person I've become. Levity is such a part of who I try to be that there ought to be more of it directed at me.

I've put forth enough. I'm going to pick up Meg and head off to bed again. With any luck, I'll get some more sleep.

Oh -- in other news, we saw The Chronicles of Narnia this evening. I haven't read the books (yes, I know, I'm a pathetic fan of C.S. Lewis and lived but a shadow of a child's existence), but I greatly enjoyed the film. Although it resolves, I do hope they'll continue and make more.

We saw Secretary last night. I didn't think it was very good. I think part of the reason it bothered me was that it seemed like the male character takes advantage of her, so it's hard to see the ending as sweet.

(EDIT: when I saw how voluminous my writing was on the friends page, I moved the cut farther along)

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From:level_head
Date:January 14th, 2006 09:15 am (UTC)
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Well, I have offered you advice, and it hasn't been that long. ];-)

You know the loop:
1 -- Strive to do the right thing.
2 -- Continuously learn to inform your understanding of what the right thing is.

And on relationships: Most people "get" love -- but all too often, fail to realize the vital importance of respect. This, ultimately, costs them love.

Best wishes.

===|==============/ Level Head

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