an·noy – 1. To cause slight irritation to (another) by troublesome, often repeated acts.

Posted in Uncategorized on December 29, 2009 by myria101

About a year (ish) ago I asked G this question, “What do I do that annoys you?” Why would I ask him a question like that? I honestly wanted to know the answer.

I wanted to know what I do that got under his skin. I wanted to know what personality traits I have that just make him despise me. Okay, maybe despise is a harsh word. I did find out though that his answers to that tiny seven word question hit me like a ton of bricks.

When he gave me his answers, I’ll admit, I was pissed. How could he sit there and tell me these things that annoy him without any regard to my feelings in return? Why didn’t he sugar coat it and tell me, “Nothing. You’re perfect. I love everything about you.” Why didn’t he pick small things to point out? Why didn’t he? Because I asked for honesty. I only ever ask for honesty. That’s what he gave me, the honest truth. You know what? The truth fucking hurts.

You know what I did with this new revelation of annoyances? I made a point to change myself because when you love someone that’s what you do. You don’t have to change your entire self, but there are things that can be changed without you losing your identity. I’m still the independent, strong-willed person that he married. I’ll always be her.

So, since you do things for the one you love, this time I’m doing something for me. I can honestly say though that I don’t love myself. I’m trying to love myself, but it’s hard to. However, that’s another blog in and of itself. Let’s just say that this is something to help me get to that point someday.

Let’s get this party started…

Do you ever do things and you know you’re doing them, but you just can’t stop yourself no matter how hard your inner self is screaming at you to just SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?! (Maybe your inner self’s vocabulary isn’t that colorful, but mine sure is.) I do this all the time. I hate when I do this. It annoys the crap out of me. I kind of like to call it a sort of buyer’s-remorse-self-conscious-style.

Another thing that I do that annoys me is feeling guilty for EVERYTHING. I do mean everything. When I do things (like the buyer’s remorse type stuff) I immediately feel guilty and start beating myself up about them. If I wore my inner beatings on the outside like battle scars I would be bruised and battered and you probably wouldn’t even recognize who I am.

I’m very easily distracted. I try to multi-task, but it really only backfires on me. When I try to do this I get distracted and everything that I’m working on suffers. I can’t do two things at once. I honestly can’t. This is why I can’t remember anything. I have one of the crappiest memories ever and it’s because when you told me something, or I’ve watched something, or I’ve read something then I’m usually doing something else at the same time and my brain can’t store all of that information at once.

One last thing (for now) that annoys me about myself is that I can never just spit out what I want to say when I want to say it. I know earlier I said that I say things without thinking, but sometimes I say things and hold back what I really want to say or it comes to me later and I kick myself for not thinking of it sooner. This may tie into the whole memory thing too, I dunno.

Those are the very minimal amount of things that I do that annoys me. I’m going to try really hard to focus on those and try to improve myself so I can work toward that ultimate goal of loving myself. We’ll see if I ever get to that point.

The Pain Remains

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on December 2, 2009 by myria101

There are times in our lives where we fuck up. We think we’re doing the right thing at the time, but in actuality we’re just setting ourselves up for our own destruction. I do this all the time. In fact, I’m probably the Queen of self destructive tendencies.

I know that I fuck up. I know that I’m not perfect. I never said that I was and I don’t expect anyone else to think that I am but, when I do fuck up I step up and I own it.

With that said, there are also times in our lives where we aren’t the one who fucked up. We are the one who has the finger pointed at us for reasons that we are completely unaware of and we’re left standing there wondering “What the fuck just happened?!”

I’ve experienced situations like that this year. I’m here to tell you that it fucking hurts. Not just a surface kind of hurt that you get over the pain in a day and move on. It’s a hurt that runs so deep that it literally feels like your heart is breaking inside your chest. It’s the kind of hurt that leaves you broken and no matter what is said or done the pain remains. It never goes away.

Fourth of July

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on July 4, 2009 by myria101

I’m sitting on the beach at my dad’s house. It’s the fourth of July. Independence Day. It’s raining and the sounds around me are all a mixed symphony of beauty.

There are children laughing. Ooohing and aaahing at the fireworks that are exploding around me. Echoing in the surrounding cove. Thunder is clapping trying to drown out the fireworks. Rain is falling and tapping at the leaves above my head. Splattering as it makes contact with the water at my feet.

I’ve never felt more at peace than I do at this moment. Even with all the noises surrounding me. Consuming me. It’s completely peaceful and so beautiful. I’m in love with this moment in time.

Ell. Oh. Vee. Eee.

Washington, Washington

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 1, 2009 by myria101

It doesn’t matter what I’m doing or where I am, but all I have to do is watch this video and text my friend Blake a line from it and I’m laughing so hard it’s ridiculous.  I love having guy friends to do that with.  Of course I love my friends that are girls, but there are just some things that I find funny and/or obscure that girls just don’t get.  I’m so glad that I have guy friends to share this with.

PS – If you are a girl who finds this as hilarious as I do too then maybe we’re meant to be best good friends. =)

The plastic bag

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on May 13, 2009 by myria101
Have you ever seen American Beauty??  You know the part where the guy had filmed the plastic bag just floating around in the whirlwind between buidings??  I witnessed that the other day.  I was leaving work and right outside there was this plastic bag just dancing on the breeze.  It was so beautiful I stopped caring that I was trying to get home and I stood there and just watched it until the breeze died and it fell and was once again just a piece of trash.  I smiled and walked away.  It was amazing.

The Nole

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2009 by myria101

Seminole, Oklahoma.  Population: 6,899

 

The place I call home.  It’s strange that when I was there, growing up in the small town atmosphere, all I wanted to do was get out.  Just go somewhere and live out my dreams of living in a big city and becoming someone that no one knew I could be.  I wanted to go anywhere bigger than a town where when you went to drive around to “clear your head” you were at the place you left off within 5 minutes.

 

Now that I’m older and live in a larger city all I can do is wish that I was back there.  Back in that small comfortable little town that I still call home.  Because it is home.  It will always be home to me.

 

Seminole, or “The Nole” to those from there, is a place where I can go to get away from my troubles.  It’s a place where I don’t have to be doing anything and have the greatest time of my life.  It’s a place where I can sit around a bonfire with my closest friends and shoot the shit all night while listening to country music from somebody’s truck stereo.  It’s a place where I don’t have to be afraid that my twangy accent will slip when I talk.  There are no pretenses.  No one judges you when you show up in your t-shirt and jeans with muddy boots and worn out Carhartt on.  Because they understand.  It’s not a popularity contest.  You just have to sit there and just…be.