A few of you have asked me if I'm looking forward to the Tori Amos concert on November 2nd in a couple of weeks and yeah I am... Looking forward to the bootleg, but I've changed my mind about actually attending the Royal Albert Hall concert. I have mixed feelings about this and I know I'll regret not going at some point, but for now I do think it's for the best. Tori hasn't played 'Hey Jupiter' on the NOH Tour yet but you just KNOW that Biatch is saving it for the Royal Albert Hall when I should have been there. If she plays Hey Jupiter (my all time favourite song) it will be a further kick in the teeth for sure.
When I went to see her in 2009 with Kate and Joe I was PRAYING she'd play Jupiter (just for me.) and it would have seriously made my LIFE complete had she tinkled the ivories with that tune that night, but she didn't. It wasn't missed though, she played a really cool setlist on the night and I recall bawling my eyes out during 'Winter'. So weird to actually be in the same room as Tori alongside two of my best friends when I never EVER thought I would be able to go to one of her concerts. I still think even now that going to that concert at the Hammersmith Apollo was the best day of my entire life and I'll never forget a second of it.
You probably think I'm stupid for not going this time when I'd already bought a ticket and there's nothing to physically stop me getting on a train and going to London but I just feel it's too much since my friendship with Joe ended and we should have been going to London together. It makes sense to just leave it altogether rather than sit next to an empty seat that he would have been in and have that override the actual joy of being at the concert, and I'm 100% sure it would have, regardless of how much of a good time I was having or whoever went in his place. (He isn't going either so I guess we both miss out.)
So yeah, for the first time in my life I'm really hoping that Tori DOESN'T play Hey Jupiter on November 2nd. I hope it'll be a fantastic concert for those who are going though and I hope Tori plays ALL the songs you're hoping for. (Please DON'T play 'Cooling' either Tori, I'm sure Kate won't be happy if you do. haha)
20.10.11
NEGLECTED SPACE
This is the song that reminded me I had a blog yesterday. My very own 'Neglected Space' which I hadn't updated in a while.
Hopefully now I've redesigned the layout the space won't be neglected again. I've kinda missed blogging, but I'm also very aware that I have the attention span of a two year old at the moment so I won't make any promises to blog daily or stick around for the duration, but I'm here for now.
What d'ya think of the new layout?
Hopefully now I've redesigned the layout the space won't be neglected again. I've kinda missed blogging, but I'm also very aware that I have the attention span of a two year old at the moment so I won't make any promises to blog daily or stick around for the duration, but I'm here for now.
What d'ya think of the new layout?
25.5.11
LAWN TO BE WILD
The garden finally is finished. Horrah!
From THIS:
To THIS:
It only took 8 fucking months. *grin*
From THIS:
To THIS:
It only took 8 fucking months. *grin*
30.4.11
BARE WITH...
I have alot on my mind right now so I'm seeking as many distractions as possible. All that has really involved so far this weekend is good coffee, an obscene amount of chocolate and a damn good book. But it's a welcome distraction, just the same.('Becoming Nancy' by Terry Ronald incase you were wondering. Excellent read.)
It's sooo hard to stop yourself from dwelling on stuff you shouldn't be dwelling on at times, and moving on with things is much easier said than done. I'm sure some of you can relate to that, no matter how many distractions you have. Some people can but I just can't seem to program my brain to focus on other things or block out all the negative stuff when something is on my mind and once you've let one little negative fucker in, he holds the door open for all his little fucking negative friends and before you know it it's like a riot in the corridors of Cell Block H and you're surrounded by faded-denim and bad acting... well, not quite, but you get my drift.
I know I'm a miserable fucking cunt at the best of times, but bare with me during the crap times and things will get better, I promise. I've been a bit off with some of you lately, and it's nothing personal, honest. I just don't handle life very well at times and it spills over into my friendships when clearly It shouldn't.
It's sooo hard to stop yourself from dwelling on stuff you shouldn't be dwelling on at times, and moving on with things is much easier said than done. I'm sure some of you can relate to that, no matter how many distractions you have. Some people can but I just can't seem to program my brain to focus on other things or block out all the negative stuff when something is on my mind and once you've let one little negative fucker in, he holds the door open for all his little fucking negative friends and before you know it it's like a riot in the corridors of Cell Block H and you're surrounded by faded-denim and bad acting... well, not quite, but you get my drift.
I know I'm a miserable fucking cunt at the best of times, but bare with me during the crap times and things will get better, I promise. I've been a bit off with some of you lately, and it's nothing personal, honest. I just don't handle life very well at times and it spills over into my friendships when clearly It shouldn't.
28.3.11
CARPE DIEM
Ever since I watched 'Christopher and His Kind' on BBC2 recently I've had the words 'Carpe Diem' stuck in my head. Had to Google it at first just to remind myself what it actually meant. I sort of knew, but wasn't sure. Seize The Day. Enjoy the moment. I really need this on a post-it note stuck on my mirror to remind me that life is for living. If an opportunity to 'live' comes my way I should take it, cherish it and above all enjoy it.
26.3.11
THERE'S NO LAUGHTER IN THE GARDEN
I've been in therapy for 11 years. Sometimes it helps - Sometimes it doesn't. Today it isn't.
I've never really thought much of myself as a person. I know I'm not particularly attractive. I'm not the slimmest of people you'll ever meet. I have no career or am anything anyone would aspire to be but I've always tried to do my best by people, treat people the way I'd want someone to treat me as a friend and give them 100% loyalty whilst being as honest as I could be, in return. To me that always seemed enough and I guess for some it is, as I have some of the most amazing friends anyone could ever hope for. Some not so great, but that's all part of the 'selection box' that is friendship, not everyone has to be the same and you can connect with people on so many different levels of closeness. I must be doing something right to have such close friends in my life, surely.
But why can't I like myself? All the therapy, friends and self-help books all clearly state that if you can't like yourself then how can you expect anyone else to? But It's hard. I blame myself for a lot of my past, even though, clearly when problems started I was too young to even know it was wrong or know how to stop it, I just went along with it because that's all I knew. It didn't feel anything out of the norm. By the time I realised I needed help I was too scared to ask anyone and in turn started punishing myself and suffering in silence when life wasn't 'fun' anymore, when it really started to hurt. When I don't face up to things I can get by. I know things are there that need dealing with, in the corner of the room and I can just sort of see them from the corner of my eye but if I don't acknowledge them, if I look the other way then maybe, just maybe I can have a good day and get through it without the constant need to punish myself.
Sometimes I don't want to be here. I often fantasise how much easier it would be for people, how happier they'd be had no-one ever known me or had the burden that is Dave Starmer forced upon their shoulders. If I'd never tried to kill myself or been forced to have therapy then I wouldn't have to face my past, I could have carried on and left it behind untouched. I tolerated things for a very long time until I actually had the guts to attempt to take my own life originally. That's where it all started to go wrong, when people saw I wasn't coping and wasn't this 'bubbly happy-chappy' anymore. I felt vulnerable and exposed though, now people could see I wasn’t coping and it was dangerous because they’d want to know why. It's looking back and going through it all again that constantly brings me down, that's what I'm doing in therapy (when the session isn't cancelled, that is.) It seems positive in theory to address the past but once you’ve started you can’t stop, it’s out of your hands and that's fine whilst you're in the comfort of the therapy room but when the session ends and you're coming home to an empty house, where is the support then? You can't put that kind of burden onto friendships, even the strongest of friendships would suffer under such a weight, as has been proven in the past. Everything I've touched in the past I've tainted. Friendships, Relationships... All soured by past/constant unwanted emotions and my need to feel something, to feel like I was worth something. To feel wanted. For someone I care about to care about me just as much and not want to leave when the going gets tough or the 'smiles' fade, because they do fade eventually.
I don't feel any of that. I can't feel anything positive at times. I'm just here, screaming to feel something I can hold onto that’ll get me through the day, that’ll make me want to get out of bed of a morning. On occasion I've hurt myself just to feel something. Anything to distract me from this horrible fucked-up existence I'm being kept in against my will. If there was a pain-free way to do it, to end things by just switching a switch after saying ‘Goodbye’ then I would do it. If that day ever happens you can hate me for it all you like but I'll be free and I won’t care.
I've never really thought much of myself as a person. I know I'm not particularly attractive. I'm not the slimmest of people you'll ever meet. I have no career or am anything anyone would aspire to be but I've always tried to do my best by people, treat people the way I'd want someone to treat me as a friend and give them 100% loyalty whilst being as honest as I could be, in return. To me that always seemed enough and I guess for some it is, as I have some of the most amazing friends anyone could ever hope for. Some not so great, but that's all part of the 'selection box' that is friendship, not everyone has to be the same and you can connect with people on so many different levels of closeness. I must be doing something right to have such close friends in my life, surely.
But why can't I like myself? All the therapy, friends and self-help books all clearly state that if you can't like yourself then how can you expect anyone else to? But It's hard. I blame myself for a lot of my past, even though, clearly when problems started I was too young to even know it was wrong or know how to stop it, I just went along with it because that's all I knew. It didn't feel anything out of the norm. By the time I realised I needed help I was too scared to ask anyone and in turn started punishing myself and suffering in silence when life wasn't 'fun' anymore, when it really started to hurt. When I don't face up to things I can get by. I know things are there that need dealing with, in the corner of the room and I can just sort of see them from the corner of my eye but if I don't acknowledge them, if I look the other way then maybe, just maybe I can have a good day and get through it without the constant need to punish myself.
Sometimes I don't want to be here. I often fantasise how much easier it would be for people, how happier they'd be had no-one ever known me or had the burden that is Dave Starmer forced upon their shoulders. If I'd never tried to kill myself or been forced to have therapy then I wouldn't have to face my past, I could have carried on and left it behind untouched. I tolerated things for a very long time until I actually had the guts to attempt to take my own life originally. That's where it all started to go wrong, when people saw I wasn't coping and wasn't this 'bubbly happy-chappy' anymore. I felt vulnerable and exposed though, now people could see I wasn’t coping and it was dangerous because they’d want to know why. It's looking back and going through it all again that constantly brings me down, that's what I'm doing in therapy (when the session isn't cancelled, that is.) It seems positive in theory to address the past but once you’ve started you can’t stop, it’s out of your hands and that's fine whilst you're in the comfort of the therapy room but when the session ends and you're coming home to an empty house, where is the support then? You can't put that kind of burden onto friendships, even the strongest of friendships would suffer under such a weight, as has been proven in the past. Everything I've touched in the past I've tainted. Friendships, Relationships... All soured by past/constant unwanted emotions and my need to feel something, to feel like I was worth something. To feel wanted. For someone I care about to care about me just as much and not want to leave when the going gets tough or the 'smiles' fade, because they do fade eventually.
I don't feel any of that. I can't feel anything positive at times. I'm just here, screaming to feel something I can hold onto that’ll get me through the day, that’ll make me want to get out of bed of a morning. On occasion I've hurt myself just to feel something. Anything to distract me from this horrible fucked-up existence I'm being kept in against my will. If there was a pain-free way to do it, to end things by just switching a switch after saying ‘Goodbye’ then I would do it. If that day ever happens you can hate me for it all you like but I'll be free and I won’t care.
22.3.11
MIRROR / MAGNIFYING GLASS
According to Susan Jeffers you must "Pick up the Mirror instead of the Magnifying Glass."
The magnifying glass represents our symbolically pointing a finger and blaming someone for our unhappiness. When we blame someone we, by definition, add to the negativity that lies within the relationship with this person. We also feel helpless when we think our happiness depends on someone else, we give away all our power. So not only does our relationship with a particular person suffer, we personally suffer as well.
The mirror is our antidote to blame. It represents our looking inward and taking responsibility not only for our actions, but also for our reactions to what we are doing – or not doing – to make ourselves unhappy. Ultimately, it is by looking into the mirror that we are able to pick up our power and discover what we personally need to do in order to change what isn’t working. The mirror is our key to controlling our own happiness.
*picks up mirror and smashes it over said persons head*
I don’t know about you, but I feel better already.
The magnifying glass represents our symbolically pointing a finger and blaming someone for our unhappiness. When we blame someone we, by definition, add to the negativity that lies within the relationship with this person. We also feel helpless when we think our happiness depends on someone else, we give away all our power. So not only does our relationship with a particular person suffer, we personally suffer as well.
The mirror is our antidote to blame. It represents our looking inward and taking responsibility not only for our actions, but also for our reactions to what we are doing – or not doing – to make ourselves unhappy. Ultimately, it is by looking into the mirror that we are able to pick up our power and discover what we personally need to do in order to change what isn’t working. The mirror is our key to controlling our own happiness.
*picks up mirror and smashes it over said persons head*
I don’t know about you, but I feel better already.
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