rebound

29 12 2009

so J made up his mind.

lose-lose-lose for all involved (in my humble opinion).  just as i was indirectly warned would happen many weeks ago – but i didn’t act on that warning, rose-coloured glasses n all.

i’ve never been someone’s rebound before.  always thought i was smarter than to get sucked into a bad situation like that, but i was so caught by surprise that i had feelings for him at all, and naively taking it on face value that when J said they’d broken up, they’d really broken up, and well, you know the rest.  i guess that’s why i have no idea what to feel or how to react, other than badly, woodpeckered thoughts of the jilted & rejected echoing around my head.  my bitterness toward J is exceeded only by my fury at myself for not recognising the situation for what it was a lot sooner.  hopefully both will fade before too long.

merry fucken christmas.  i’m done with this fucked up 2009 now.  surely this is rock bottom?  no wait, there’s that other thing looming…

the urge to block all this out is massive,  and only an SMS away.  but so is the instinct to bathe raw in it, music my masochistic balm.  to give in to the former would be the ultimate failure and a guarantee of re-entering a circular path.  the latter a well of slowly fading pain and blind trust in tomorrow.





everything and nothing

19 12 2009

i’ve held off making this post, because although alot’s happened, it hasn’t been much of individual blogworthy significance.  so i’ll let it all hang out in one go.

as i suspected, Copenhagen was largely a failure, as all those going into it knew before they even arrived.  Naomi Klein had it right when interviewed at the start of Copenhagen – all this “Hopenhagen” bullshit is (almost) useless, childish, and naive.  why “hope” for something that isn’t even up for discussion?  the Copenhagen talks have been little more than a stepping stone to where we needed to to be YEARS AGO, with years more yet to go.  i guess the problem will need to get a lot worse before our elected leaders cut the crap and do what’s necessary.  particularly Australia – thanks Liberal/National Coalition Opposition fuckheads, whose new leader is more concerned that school children learn about the bible… fuck me.  how many more things need to go wrong, how many more dead species, how many more collapsed dying ecosystems, how many more felled forrests, how much more desert, how much higher sea levels, how many more major destructive weather events, how many more people displaced, how much more devastation will be needed before we pull our heads out of our arses?

oh, and on the topic of Australian politics, Rudd’s henchman Conroy is still trying to protect the children, by implementing futile compulsory ISP-level filtering.  fuck me… (again).  we concerned citizens will need to get smart in our collaboration to turn the tide on this shit.

work is mad busy, exacerbated in part by my appalling time management, particularly in the mornings – just can’t seem to get into it.  Dell have fucked me/client over bigtime, 6+ weeks late delivering a new server that should’ve taken about 2 weeks, which has created a crunch over xmas/new-year, and they’ve been belligerent in their non-communication at every step.  i’ll probably blog that one separately once the dust settles.  & i’ve dropped the ball with a (small, minor) client who’s decided/realised that for this specific job at least, someone else will have to fill the gap of my lax attention to their needs. *sigh*  perhaps, in yanking back on the joystick controlling my life that was in freefall only a few months ago, i’ve scraped the undercarriage a bit…  hopefully the landing gear is still intact.

psychologically speaking, i’ve been fairly consistently boyant, overall.  no one-day plummets like i mentioned a few weeks ago, thank $deity!  a couple of my psych sessions have been very thought-provoking.  i’ll probably go into more detail – with my psych, and here – in the new year when our sessions resume, but i’m beginning to think that a significant part of the last 5 years dysthymia has been about my unresolved issues/questions that brought me to Melbourne in the first place: my life’s purpose.  10 years ago i felt itchy, unhappy, unsettled, and made a decision to leave Sydney and move to either Melbourne and start a new life vaguely of the kind i’ve been leading; or to Byron Bay / Northern Rivers and lead probably an entirely different lifestyle.  i was convinced to do the former, and ultimately fell into a new situation, and particularly a new self-employed career, without barely lifting a finger, let alone making any conscious choices about exactly what i wanted to do.  and i think that kinda worked for several years, but essentially only as a distraction; a distraction that became undermined and peeling around the edges as i became unable to ignore broader issues going on in the world, and realise that i wasn’t – and still aren’t – doing much of anything about them.  perhaps it’s time to face up to the fact that i’m coasting, not doing something that i’m passionate about anymore, and find a way to move into something else that is/does.  the two burning questions are: 1) what? and 2) what, that can also support my financial needs to pay off this small mountain of debt i’ve created for myself?  not saying i’m about to retire to Byron Bay & become a hippy, but i think something needs to change.

and perhaps it’s just circumstances & back-drop, but we’ve also been looking back to my childhood, teens & early 20s, realising how a combination of a ‘mildly inhibited family culture’ (at least so far as self-expression is concerned), self-inhibition due to my confused/unresolved sexuality until i ‘woke up’ at 23yo, and $deity knows what else, lead to me being such a late bloomer.  maybe it still has significance, maybe not, time will tell.

speaking of my parents, i’ve decided, with some trepidation, to bring them up to speed to some extent with my depression of the last few years.  i’ve held back from bringing them into that drama, because from 750km away, there’s not much they can really do about it anyway, other than worry, and they find enough to worry about without me adding to it.  at least now i can honestly put a positive forward-looking spin on it.

things are still going well with J.  we’ve spent some good times together over the last few weeks. i continue to feel comfortable with him, always learning more about him, seemingly connecting on several different levels.  but i’ve been plagued with one major concern.  why the fuck is he doing this couples-counseling with his “ex” boyfriend?  i finally forced the issue last week, and he agreed i deserved to have some idea of what was going on, without needing/wanting to know details.  i can’t say the answer made me feel any, or at least much better, other than knowing a bit more of the history between he & his ex.  i still feel just as vulnerable.  my rational head hopes it will help him sort out his issues, which can only be a good thing in the long run, and my ego hopes he’ll come to his senses and realise that i’m prepared to – *gulp* – commit to him and give him the love and attention he deserves.  (i can’t believe i just said that, but there it is – raw expression of thought and feeling; damn scary).  but ultimately things are still pretty touch-n-go, i can see it in his language (verbal & non-verbal) that he’s holding back (as am i) until he comes to some resolution with his ex, and he knows it, and he knows i know it.  it’s torture.  i just hope my philosophy/observations of “windows of opportunity” is wrong this time…

and as if that admission wasn’t enough, how ’bout this parting thought:

i have NO IDEA why, but i’ve been preoccupied with internet/new-media/social-media MARKETING for a while now (moreso than usual), including reading a few of the overwhelmingly-many blogging/tweeting marketers out there.  this is a subset of human i’d previously looked down upon as cockroaches out to get me (or at least my money). WTF???





riding4acause.org – my story

29 11 2009

since i embraced Twitter in the last month or two, it’s helped this process of opening up my world and re-engaging with life, primarily in the form of staying informed on stuff that interests me, but also bringing me into contact with people from various walks of life.

i can’t even remember now how/who/when i first became aware of riding4acause.org and the guys behind it (other than via someone i follow on Twitter re-tweeting), but i was so impressed by what these guys are doing:

a small bunch of straight men, all motorcycle enthusiasts (and fathers, & i’m guessing husbands) and who’ve each had their own struggle with depression, are forming a possy (always wanted to use that word – & i mean it in the John Wayne sense) to go ride across America to raise funds & awareness for male depression in just under a year from now.

isn’t that freakin awesome!??

last week Raz Chorev called on his Twitter followers to submit their stories of depression, to be posted on the site.  for some reason, i felt compelled to submit mine.  i’d never put my story into a single canned message before/yet, so figured this might be a decent opportunity, and also help spread the word.

so for the time being (while mine is the first), here’s my sorry story of depression:

http://www.riding4acause.org/my-story/

if it helps just one guy realise that he’s not alone feeling the way he does, and to get some help & get back on track, i’ll be a happy boy.

& maybe some people might question why i’m being so open about my story, here on my blog, in person amongst my friends, & even on a “stranger’s website”?  aside from the above reason, i also think it imposes some small degree of accountability on myself.  whether that’s good motivation or bad, i’m not sure, but by putting my story out in the open (instead of hiding it from almost everyone for the last 5 years), i feel it gives me even more reason to do whatever i have to do to never find myself back in that dark place.

 





does everything that goes up…

20 11 2009

…have to come down?

i’ve no idea what’s going on today, or why, but it’s the worst day of the week (several weeks in fact), despite decent sleep.  grumpy and angry (and expressing it), low self-esteem & unhelpful internal dialogue.

was it yesterday’s lunch – a diverse bowl of half-cooked vegetables with peanut sauce, aka Gado Gado @ Vegebar?  some chemical trip, like i recall happened with Folic Acid many years ago?

just got back from the gym, but it didn’t have anywhere near the zing of monday or wednesday, despite the music.

we’re at the end of 2 weeks of heatwave (with rollercoaster temps predicted for next week) – in November. contrast this to my first Melbourne Spring (2000), where we had the central heating on until a week before Christmas.  in fact it’s in stark contrast to any Melbourne November i recall in the last decade.  i’m the first person to call bullshit when people sprout glib global warming references – hot weather does not equal global warming, but rather extremes of weather in either/both directions.  but this is southern Australia in the grip of a decade-long drought, 2 weeks of heatwave and *record* highs in November?  that seems like a new extreme to me.  meanwhile the talking heads are – at the eleventh hour – talking down what can be achieved at Copenhagen.  they say what happens at meetings is decided well before the meeting.  bear witness.

somehow i don’t think i’ll be up to facing a room full of strangers tonight for ‘Friday Club’ drinks (run by J’s ex); nor to the awkwardness of a possible first-real-conversation with him.  times like these i usually need to avoid human contact altogether :(

and as for the whole J thing – hard to say.  in the absence of communication / quality time for nearly 2 weeks now (other than a few group meets with a friend), i find my head fills in the vacuum with negative thoughts.  not fun.

for the first time in my life i feel like getting pissed and drowning my sorrows.  is this some new manifestation of my tendency to self-medicate?

(edit1 – Fri night: but i didn’t)

(edit2 – Sat night: back to normal. how bizarre…  met J in the city for drinks.  good talking. nice.  drove him home – kissed.  even nicer… :) )





simple pleasures

18 11 2009

i’ve discovered two things during my last two gym/cardio workouts this week:

  • the well-known benefits (and pain!) of working out to up-beat music that pushes your heart-rate.  listening to some old Ruby CDs at typically 125-130bpm has taken my workouts to a new level of ouch!
  • rediscovering my old passion for music, especially euphoric trance.  music is one of the things that fell by the way-side over these past few years, and god how i’ve missed it!

today while i was rocking away on the x-trainer, i was *almost* but not quite overcome with tears, both bitter and sweet – sweet with the fondest memories of times past, dancing away with friends into the wee hours on a sweaty dance floor to some of the most extraordinary euphoric trance music grounded in thumping, grumbling, growling bass lines that play on the brain’s sensitivity to that awesome combination of frequency, bpm, and tribal connection with like-minded people;  and bitterness (well, more like sadness and loss) at having denied myself / missed out on such simple pleasures for so many years now.

i don’t want to go back to the past, but i *do* want to find a new place for music going forward.

i have but one person to thank for initiating me into the simple pleasures and joys of euphoric trance – Gordon Richmond (DJ Ruby), a friend who’s stood by me throughout these last few years of wilderness, ever willing to “drag me kicking and screaming” back into his whirlwind world of musical pleasures :).

from a chance meeting on the dance floor of one of Sydney’s legendary Frisky dance parties while chasing some cute blond Melbourne friend of his around the dance floor (hi Brett!), it was his passion and initiative that launched our musical partnership that produced a dozen CDs of the most amazing collection of late-90s/early2000′s euphoric trance that never fails to get me going even now, nearly a decade on.  love you, G.








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