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Tuesday, 08 December 2009

  • Sex: Just Do It



    I was reading this post on Datingish today and it reminded me of some advice I'd heard many times before:  If you're not in the mood for sex, do it anyway and your body will catch up.  Ugh.  I hate that advice and I have a story to explain to you just why.

    You see, once upon a time a few years back, my boyfriend and I were in a sexual slump.  That is, the sex wasn't as exciting and I was having more trouble getting in the mood than usual.  Some healthcare professional told me that if I just went ahead and had sex, even if I wasn't all that interested, that my hormones would get a jump-start and our sex life would get back to normal.

    So, wanting to please my boyfriend, I dutifully started having sex when I wasn't interested.  It didn't work the first time, so I tried again.  And guess what?  It didn't work the second time, or the third, or the fourth.  Eventually sex became a chore for me.  It was just another thing on my to-do list and the fact that I had to make time for it 2 or 3 times a week even when I didn't feel like it made it even less appealing than it had previously been.  Of course, I eventually called the advice bull and quit doing it.  But to this day, even when I am in the mood, I still have this negative association of sex and responsibility in my psyche, and I can no longer fully enjoy sex because of it.

    I found the "just do it" advice to be unhelpful and even counterproductive.  If your libido is low, I suggest having your SO seduce you to get you in the mood or even just waiting it out for a better time.

    So, Xangans, I want to hear it from you.  Have you ever heard this advice before and, if so, have you followed it?  Did it work for you?  If you haven't tried this before, do you think you can "just do it" and get in the mood or are you with me and think that it's a bad idea?

Thursday, 16 July 2009

  • When your SO Doesn't Represent Your Core Values

    Boy and I had a debate tonight about whether or not we thought being attractive meant being more successful.  He argued that research shows that, on average, taller men do get paid slightly more than shorter men.  I argued that it wasn't about being attractive, necessarily, but about being confident in yourself and able at your job.  In the end, the whole conversation came down to me saying that I believed employers should hire the more qualified job candidate because I believe in equality and progress.  If you don't act as you would in your ideal society, you can't expect to break down any barriers or expect for anything to ever change.

    This led to further discussion of our core values.  I pretty much new what Boy valued after knowing him for 5 years, but I'd never heard him express his values outright and I was interested to know.  His values were more business, while mine were more traditional meets progressive.

    The difference in our values was not what bothered me.  I can live with that.  Mainly, what stood out to me during this conversation was that Boy did not fit the bill for two of my most near-and-dear values.  You know, my Top 10 of core beliefs, those things I defend above all else.  Is it a sign when your significant other doesn't embody one or more of your core values?

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

  • I'm feeling better about my situation with Boy and I feel as if any onset of depression has evaporated.  This is most likely because I've found ways to occupy my time--namely work and preparing for a trip back home--and I've gotten back into a more regular sleep schedule.  I don't have as much time to dwell on the past, my mistakes or our struggling relationship.  Whether or not the method of distraction actually solves the problem is to be debated, however.  I've been forcing myself to both go to bed and wake up earlier, so there are less late nights spent sitting up pitying myself while everyone sleeps and more days spent running errands and interacting with actual human beings. Who would have thought? 

    I spent the afternoon and evening with a friend from work today.  I felt accomplished because, since I moved here a year ago, I hadn't made any friends that I hang out with outside of school or work.  I feel it's important for Boy and me to develop a strong network of friends outside our relationship so that we don't foster a codependency this time around.  It was so refreshing to spend time with Butterfly and have all new things to talk about and a whole new person to learn.  I know Boy from front to back because we've been in a relationship for 3 years (including the ongoing breakup that didn't really break us up) and I knew him for 2 years before that.  And while it's nice to have a comfortable relationship where you know everything about a person, it gets monotonous after awhile. 

    Even though Butterfly and I just got take out and let our dogs play together over at her apartment, it was exciting to do something out of my usual routine for the first time since I moved here.  I mean, Christ.  It's been a year that I've spent here and not once have I gone out bowling on a Friday night or to a movie with a friend.  Butterfly has a very extroverted spirit, and she just recently moved here from a city a couple hours away, so she's eager to make friends and has been inviting me to do things constantly since we met.  I'm glad she did--I'm not as insistent, myself, and that's why I always get mentions of get-togethers but never any final plans.  I'm glad to have a new friend who's not thousands of  miles away.

    I spent a few days working this week.  It's more than I've worked in a week all summer, so the shifts helped to solidify my new sleep schedule and fill some hours that would have been spent alone otherwise.  In addition, I've been offered a part time job at a friend's start-up company.  Boss heard they've cut back my hours at my current job because of the economy and that I've been looking for a second job to make ends meet.  Boss is a nice guy and is doing really well for himself right now, and he decided he could use some help in the department he hired me in.  I'll be working from home and creating my own projects and agenda, which gives me more flexibility with my schedule and enhances my leadership skills.  The job is in my field of study and I'll be getting paid a great hourly rate plus a percentage of the sales my partner will be closing.  It's great, because I'll be getting professional experience to build my resume (and skill set) and I'll be making more money than I could have possibly imagined in a part time job.  I almost didn't take Boss's job offer because I felt overwhelmed with the responsibility that I'd be taking on (especially on top of school and my current job, which I'm still keeping) and I didn't feel confident in my abilities, but I decided that I should take the opportunity and turned in all the formal paperwork this morning.

    Heading to m hometown this weekend to be with my family for a bit and to see my new niece.  I plan to do some work for my new job while I'm there, so I may or may not write then.


Friday, 10 July 2009

  • It's what you've heard all your life--time heals all wounds.  It's a cliche, so I can't be sure whether it's simply said to make people feel better about the situation they're currently stuck in or whether it's based off experience and might hold a grain of truth.  Current circumstances certainly have me rooting for the latter.  Let me explain:

    Several days ago I was reading my old Xanga that I kept throughout high school and I found myself smiling and laughing.  It's funny, because in most of my entries I complain of being caught in a melancholy abyss or being ill or just generally being angry with my life and surroundings.  Now, though, with my overwhelming bills, underpaying job and other responsibilities (i.e. adulthood), instead of those entries being painful, they're just painfully funny.

    Of course, I still can't look back at my younger adolescence and laugh.  My mother's divorce, my 13- to 15-year-old self's struggles with self-mutilation and bipolar disorder or my long-absent father's sudden re-entrance into my life are things I've purposely avoided remembering or talking about in any way since they ceased to be a problem.  For so long I just tried to pretend all those things didn't happen because they were too painful to revisit, and just recently am I able to admit and/or discuss them.  And I have to admit, it still stings and some of those memories make me feel wildly ashamed.  Two years was enough to recover from high school drama, but six years hasn't healed those deeper wounds.  So I don't know if time really can help you get over everything.

    I mention all this because it seems like I'm mentally cutting out the last six months of 2008 from my memory, or at least I'm making a strong attempt to.  I've completely changed the music I listen to because I don't want to hear the songs I associated with July to December of 2008.  I don't look at photos of my old apartment,  Boy's 21st birthday, Thanksgiving or Christmas because I don't want to revisit those feelings.  I don't even like to go in the parking garage I parked in that semester because it evokes memories I don't want to remember.  And, in fact, the reason I've decided to blog here, at a blog I used two years ago, and not at the blog site where I blogged since college is because the entire website creates such powerful, depressing feelings that I can't go there.  I don't even have to read the blog.  I don't even have to sign in.  Just the color scheme and the site's watermark on the home page remind me of things of which I don't want to be reminded.

    Remembering the demise of my relationship with Boy reminds me of all I lost.  I fell out of love with someone, which is something I'd never experienced and which feels terrible--coming down from cocaine terrible (not that I've ever done that, but I imagine it would feel similar).  I harbored anger for months.  I lost a best friend, a confidant and a companion.  I lost my future.  And I lost myself. 

    I never respected my ex-step father after we found out about his affair because he was dishonest with us.  I saw the hurt and disaster he caused within our family, and I swore I'd never accept or become anyone like that.  And my breakup forced me to realize that I was that person.  Though I didn't cheat outright, I cheated emotionally and I was forced to realize that I was a person I could never respect and that I didn't think I would ever become.  I had always valued myself for being upfront and honest, yet I didn't resemble either of those characteristics in any way whatsoever.

    He and I are now trying to reconcile our failures, though we haven't established an actual relationship.  But it's very different now.  I'm not in love with him anymore, I don't like myself anymore and I can't forgive myself for what I've done to him.  It's like if I could just quit revisiting those things, quit remembering that Boy and I ever broke up, quit remembering how I betrayed him and how I changed that I could fall back in love with him and be as happy as I was in our relationship two years prior.

    I'm not accustomed to failing and I'm not accustomed to being out-of-touch with my values, my emotions and myself.  I try to avoid Boy's and my break-up, but I really cannot.  I'm reminded of it constantly in one way or another, and I hate it.  I just want to feel the way I felt before.  I keep remembering the night I first told him I was in love with him, our first Christmas together and how my stomach fluttered and I couldn't conceal a big-toothed smile when he simply told me I looked pretty.  I can't forget discussing our imagined marriage together and feeling absolutely sure that that's what my future held.  Nothing could stand in our way.

    But no matter how badly I want to feel that same way, I can't make myself fall back in love.  I can't take away what I did to him.  And I have to wonder if I'll ever get over our failure, if I'll ever be able to talk about this and laugh, if I'm just wasting my time trying to work things out with him.  Because I'm sure we can work out our problems if we both try and are willing, but if I never fall back in love with him and if I never forgive myself, do we have a future?
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