Monday, October 7, 2024

Mountains out of Molehills, Pt 1.

I really hate the act of complaining. I despise it. I refuse it. I drown it out. I dismiss it. I marginalize it. I do not empathize with it. Unless a progressive thought or plan is put into play to remedy the problem, I don't want to hear a fucking word of it. The aura of discontent without a course of action was a dagger to my soul.

But why?
Why is it that I hate it so fucking much. Why do I view mountains and molehills all the same? I never want to spend an iota of time on the feelings one experiences when dealing with a problem, I only want the focus placed on the solution.

For a substantial part of my life, I lived by the words "Act or forget, complaining is silly." I lived by those words, truly. I chose to forget a lot.

I've started Couples Therapy with my wife recently.
It started because of our fights that I deemed as molehills.
I marginalized the problems. I didn't view them as problems.
They were hiccups. Like dust in the wind.
I marginalized the problems. I marginalized my Wife's feelings.
Why are we fighting over dust? What's the fucking point?
Can't we sweep this under the rug?
Can't we let the wind blow it away?
Can't we forget about it and move on?

While talking to our therapist, it made me remember how little value I put on my own life, my own feelings. It wasn't a choice that I made, maybe it was, but it was a persistent feeling that was bound to my soul at a young age. The feeling and emotion of having no value? It grew up into a man. Dropped into an ever-growing, internet driven, and over-exposed world. 

I was able to falsely feel validated that my life wasn't so bad. My feelings didn't matter. The scale that my trauma weighs on seemed to be pretty light next to the killing fields of Cambodia... and if I couldn't convince myself enough that I was okay, there were plenty of vices that can occupy my overthinking, overworking, over-analyzing mind.

Was TV not enough to drown my thoughts? Let me put music on top. Was the music and TV not enough? Let me play some sensory overloaded video game. When the trauma was "light", those solutions were enough. They weren't always enough. They were never enough for my brother.

Trauma isn't a sticker that you can scratch off or hide. It doesn't come in one size. It's not a flavor of the week. Trauma doesn't come with a label for everyone to understand. It's not a television program that you can turn off because it was too traumatic. The show goes on. 

Some trauma can appear like a form of mold. Slowly infecting and latching on to every form, thought, and feeling without showing any signs of presence. Some trauma doesn't go away. Some trauma is perpetual. An elephant in the room that you grew up with and dare not speak about to a member of a Nuclear family. The violent alcoholic with an illogical, fascist, dictatorial, fear-driven grip that deposed its own will on the people. Is the alcoholic happy? The people must be happy. Is the alcoholic sad? The people must be sad.

What are the options that a boy can take when their hero becomes a fearmongering tyrant? When he can feel the fear and sadness in the hearts of his family? When he can feel the anger, sorrow, anxiety, shame, frustration, doubt and disappointment in the tyrant, himself? To empathize with the devil? How does the boy scale his problems against his father's?

Am I making mountains over molehills?
I must be.

 
When I was around 7 or 8 years old, my father brought me and my siblings to a construction yard. Being the young dumb immortal turd that I was back then, I kept running around throwing caution to the wind. Of course the wind leads my foot to a wooden plank with a nail sticking out, through the soles of my shoe and through my foot. I remember very clearly how scared I was. It wasn't the pain I was scared of or how much blood there was. I was scared of my father.

To be continued.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Limited Time

It's cliche for me to say your time on earth is limited. But sometimes we get so caught up in the moment or get sidetracked that we don't make the most of our time while we are here. I know that I am definitely guilty, since I like spending a lot of my free time doing nothing.

However, sometimes we are reminded that our time is limited. Unfortunately for me, I was reminded recently with the passing of an acquaintance. I took Vietnamese for my foreign language in college since I wanted an easy A and plus my Spanish sucks. I was paired up with a group that included 2 girls. I can't say I talked to her much or we got super close. We just simply worked on it and I had 2-3 more quarters of Vietnamese with her. That was around 2008? 2009?

Well, I saw on Facebook a few weeks back that this girl I sort of knew got the flu and it took her life. It's just weird to see someone so young pass away. And from the flu as well. I was sad hearing the news and from what I remember she was a super hard working girl.

I was going through my contacts today deleting people from my phonebook and I saw her name.. I had forgotten I ever had it and it was such a reality check. One moment you're here and the next you're not. And I need to do more with the time I am here. Rest in peace My Tran.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

11:11

11:11 am.. 11:11 pm.. As I type this - it is one minute before 11:11.. Which means it's time to make a wish. 11:11? Make a wish, I'm sure you've heard it before. And it's not like it means anything or that I seriously believe my wish will come true. It's just a silly habit of mine that I still do when I see those magic numbers. But 11:11 also reminds me of her. I always texted and reminded her when it was time to make a wish. Not only did I want my wish to come true, but hers as well. Eventually, I even got her to remind me when the clock hit 11:11. And so what began as a silly gesture became a reminder of what I once had.

I am reminded every day. Some days are better than others, and some worse. My wishes were silly and farfetched. Become a celebrity, win the lottery, teach my dog Merlin how to drive a car. And before I knew it my farfetched wishes became more serious. I wished for a time machine, a reset button, a way of undoing how things turned out. Something I always did for fun wasn't fun anymore.

Through the process I have grown, I have cried, and I have faced inner demons. And it kills me that I can't move on. My inability to forget the past haunts me daily. The best part of dating is having someone to share everything with, which is also the worst part of dating when it ends. You share your passions, your favorite donut, intimacy. A simple thing such as a song on the radio can ruin your day.

And life goes on. You feel like shit but in the morning you still have to get out of bed. You feel like there's no hope but hope is what keeps you going. Days turn into months, months turns into years and slowly getting out of bed isn't as bad. You're feeling great and then out of the corner of your eye you see it.. 11:11. Fuck. Life goes on.




Monday, February 29, 2016

Reminders

It's hard to forget when the little reminders are everywhere. I've been trying to move on, yet I am reminded daily of the one that I lost. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look. I am trying but it's unavoidable and I just have to take it and keep going no matter how I feel. That's what sucks.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Inanimate Objects

It's funny how some things you own have so much meaning behind them. A pair of shoes for instance. I was looking at my Kobe basketball shoes. If anyone saw them they'd just see a fancy pair of shoes - they might comment how cool or ugly they are. To me I think wow I'm about to start my second season of basketball with them. When I first got them.. This and that was happening in my life. I was so happy and there was so much joy at that point. Everything you own can hold some sort of sentimental value. To others it's just shoes, to me they were a bridge between me and the person I was a few months ago.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Equal Reaction

Things I've learned the past few months:
- It takes the same amount of courage to push yourself to do something as to stop yourself from doing something. Actually now as I write this it's harder to stop yourself from doing something then it is to do something.
- I still don't know when to use 'then' and when to use 'than' - This I still need to learn
- 2009 to 2015 is 6 years. In that time I became content with it just being me.
- Life goes on whether you want it to or not. Embrace the present, don't dwell on the past or it will drag you down. Always look towards the future.
- I hate Panda Express
- Sadness is poison. If you let it linger it will consume every part of your life. I hurt. I cry. I move on.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Reach

Don't reach too far. Know your limits and don't overstep your boundaries. I at times have reached too far. I mean results were bad but aren't you supposed to reach as far as you can? Or is there a limitation you should have realized along the way and stopped yourself. I guess I was always one to push the limits and see how far I could go. I prefer not living a safe life but one filled with umph.