atheilen: (house rust_stardust)
Okay. So, I am home for the holidays, and for some reason I have more work to do than ever. No idea why this is, but I thought I'd post my to-do list, just for public accountability. (Seriously, how do I have this much to do? This was supposed to be my year off.)

Lots of changes in my life, most of which I am too tired to chronicle here. Long story short, I am back in ottawa, and look to be staying there permanently, or at least in the long term. I have spent the semester floundering around, trying to figure out what's next. I think I've managed. More on that later.

So, by Jan 8th

Writing, fiction
-Yuletide fic (current threat level: Bears!!!)
-Christmas present novelettes "Defender of the House and "Ornament of the Worlds," (Andorel Phai backstory)

School:
-Outstanding paper, 10 pages
-last of the grant paperwork
-TA job application
-Research for supervisor
-Grad school application and assembly of portfolio, time permitting

Writing, non-fiction
-book review, on spec
-Contracted interviews for blog (3)
-at least 1 pitch and/or WWC blog post

Doesn't seem like a lot when I've written it out here, but I will have to spend every day of the holiday at my computer. Oh well. At least I like what I'm doing?

Have some metrics:

"Defender of the House"

Words today: 1711
Words total: 4398
Tyop du jour: nothing interesting
Darling du jour, completely context free: She had about a hundred [questions], from What’s a Worldcharter? and How do you start a weather regulation system? to Will you hurt me very often?
Mean things: The privileges and pitfalls of rank. One's parents disagreeing with one's life choices. One's teacher refusing to answer one's perfectly reasonable questions. Institutionalized slavery. Being unable to see what is right in front of one's face. Having responsibility for the first time.
Nice things: Sometimes you draw a lucky card in the institutionalized slavery lottery. Having a teacher who likes smartasses.
Sustenance: bacon
"The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart."--LMB

We as a culture seem to be obsessed with dreams, with pursuing them, with putting everything on the line for them. Never give up, we hear, until we hit a certain age and our parents start telling us to scale back, be reasonable, get a good job and settle down. And yet, our heroes are the ones who don't, who push on, who achieve the impossible.

I am tired. I want to go home.

But it's okay to fail, we are reminded, as long as we try our hardest, as long as we give everything we have to the dream, push ourselves beyond the limit of endurance. If we do that, we will not have failed, even if we don't achieve our goal.

But if we don't want to pay the cost...well.

I have realized I don't want to pay the cost. I love being a scholar, very much. I love what I am studying even more. But it's not worth the loss of my dignity, the breakdown of my body, the neglect I have been forced to endure. It's not worth no showers for four months, not worth sitting in my own waste, sometimes for hours on end.

I am tired.

I want this. But the biggest dream for me has always been the most unattainable: a little, quiet house somewhere, with a boy with kind eyes and a few rescue cats. An herb garden, maybe. Books, certainly. I am turning into a person I don't recognize, who will not be able to enjoy that life even if she does get it.

It's just, I'm not used to giving up. To failing at something I wanted. If I failed, I thought it would be before this, in the planning stages. I came close, several times. I have failed before, that's for sure. Been disappointed in myself. But not like this, not deciding that this thing I wanted is not worth the price,

But I am tired. I want to go home.

I am also angry. My whole life I was taught that anger is bad, and now I see it can be productive, if you use it and don't let it use you. I never wanted to be an advocate. Now I am beginning to see I have no choice. I wanted for it not to be necessary, I guess.

This is rambling. I guess my question is, when is it giving up, and when is it starting over? Can it be both at the same time? I nee some guidance here, to learn how to fail. I am a helicopter child, carefully shielded from failure and brought up to believe in the crystalline snowflakery of her won brilliance. Is there a book somewhere? A map? A manual for how to do this gracefully, without being eaten live with resentment like my mother? Inquiring minds want to know.
So the first substantive post to my blog in however long is going to be a rant and a vent. I'm sorry for that. I've been keeping up with all of your journals over the years, even though I haven't been posting at all. Most of the reason I haven't been posting is that I haven't been writing, at least in any organized, systematic way, and I think I feel ashamed of that. When I do have time to write I like to use it for my novel, not blogging. Plus I've changed so much over the past couple of years that I don't feel like the same person who had this blog originally, and I'm not sure what I want my online identity to reflect.

Still. I've missed all of you.

On to the rant!

Things haven't been going very well for me mentally or emotionally, and as a consequence I've been finding it more difficult to put up with certain behaviours from my friends. They've always been aware that these particular behaviours bothered me or hurt my feelings, but usually I've had the patience to either be calm about it or let it slide. Lately, though, I have Had It with certain people, and have told them that either they have to change their behaviour or risk losing my friendship. I've already lost one close friend this summer (though it turns out in hindsight we are both better off) and now it looks like I'm going to lose another one. This person has lost many friends since I've known her because of the same issues that I have, although most of them just break it off with her slowly, not telling her why they never hang out anymore. (I'll often get confused phone calls from her saying that "So-and-so never talks to me anymore and I don't know why." It's because she never keeps plans, or cancels them at the last minute, or shows up an hour and a half late, or calls you four times saying she's going to be late and then doesn't show up at all, or refuses to say one way or the other the night before whether she's coming or not. However, she has no problem calling you to ask if you can rearrange your entire day to meet up with her across town in an hour, and then getting upset at your lack of 'flexibility' when you can't. After enough of this, most people quite sensibly decide they don't want to bother inviting her anywhere.)

Still, her friendship was valuable to me, so I tried to explain calmly why I was upset. I told her that I thought it was both unkind and unreasonable for her to expect me to constantly rearrange my schedule for her and to keep postponing plans, especially since I'm going home next week for the rest of the summer and have a lot to do before then. For this, I got called selfish and was told I should 'be more understanding'. (She also has no memory of the 134867 times she's shown up late or otherwise screwed up my day in the past little while. Hmm.) Then I told her that the way she treated me made me feel like she didn't really care about me or want to spend time with me.

Her response? "I'm sorry you feel that way."

I have a question for you, Livejournal. Is there any way that this does not translate to 'fuck off?' A lot of people seem to think it's an appropriate thing to say in arguments. I think it's a passive-aggressive, dishonest way to say "I don't give a fuck about how you feel and take no responsibility for it." As such, it drives me into a blind rage and makes me decide the conversation isn't worth continuing. But it seems to me that some people mean to say something like "I don't understand why you feel that way, but I'm sorry I upset you anyway." Or in my friend's case, "I do care about you and want to spend time with you, and I don't understand why you feel that I don't. It was never my intention to make you think that."

I'm sure in some cases, it is an invitation to fuck off. My question is, why not just say that? Or, if you're genuinely confused as to why someone is upset, why do people not just ask? When I am upset, I'm happy to oblige. At great length. With details.

Sigh. Anyway, if you ever want to end a friendship with me, now you know the quickest way to do it.

How are you, Livejournal?
Today was my last class of high school.

Funny, I never thought I'd live to see it.

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