We can walk away from anyone
but ourselves.
How will you live with you?
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March 2007 - November 6, 2012
My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
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Sparky
March 2007 - November 6, 2012
14 comments:
That depends upon whether you've successfully answered the question of who you can actually change.
You're left with the one person you have any hope of improving.
Disassociation?
I was just asking myself this question today (I kid you not).
In some very rare instances, it's just no fun being me, and I was wondering how I could escape from my bod.
Short of (God forbid) getting run over by a bus, I couldn't think of a single answer to that question.
luckily though, you can at least get away from others who make you feel no so great about being yourself
DC - all we really have to work with is... ourselves.
Dave - now, THAT would be totally lonely!
Erica - escaping is so very tempting (I can so relate!)... but, ultimately futile. Frustrating.
Corby - good point!... and, probably very healthy.
I'm gonna take the fifth on this one.
Scott - hey, now! What's up?
I walk away from myself all the time... but then... I just come right back... seems I can't live without me.....
Mick - ha... from here, should be a pleasant task...:)
My, my Jean, how you can touch a nerve with me. I don't even look at my face above the nostrils when I shave and no lower that the eyebrows when I comb what's left of my hair. Do I live on the Nile or what?
Larry - avoiding your own eyes... sadness?
You know, despite some really awful beginnings, I've become surprisingly comfortable with myself.
I never stop being thankful for that.
Or for the many times, by pure luck, I escaped catching some innocent bystander in the crossfire of my own self destructiveness.
Forgiving myself can still be hard for me. But even that is so much improved...
A lot of it comes from accepting the burden, the full-time care and feeding, of this strangely disintegrating carcass of mine. A lot, from the real love of a truly decent man. From his eventual acceptance of me just as I am.
Actually, I employed a lot of mr. curmudgeon's disassociation to get here. Made an *alter mother* for myself, things like that.
Hmmm. This sounds exactly the opposite of what I truly feel: humbled and fortunate, extraordinarily lucky, to have made it this far.
I never stop being thankful for that, either.
k - 'comfortable with myself'... a major obstacle for me, but am getting better, albeit slowly.
You put so much time and thought in your comments here... I thank you for that, wise Lady.
The one thing I have accomplished in my life is to be perfectly content with who I am, and to love my own company. I don't know how I got to this stage, but it came, and I am glad for it, I do not need anyone to be happy. and that really makes me happy.
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