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July 2008 
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Posted on Jul 13th, 2007
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Woman, Interrupted
Woman, Interrupted
I like this guy/chick:
Survival Guide to Homelessness
The 13th Juror
has a great blogroll
One Bag
will be indispensible!
...
but wait! My interweb service is down, so I can't post anymore!
Crap!
Oh, well. Those are great starting places. I love the idea of spending the night at cyber-cafes. If I didn't have to work during the day, that would rock.
The blog-post on lying is going to challenge me. I suck at lying. I hate lying. I'm a crappy liar. Oh, that's gonna hurt. But I know I'll have to do it. And he's right. Lying for evil is one thing. Lying to survive is totally different. It's a low level developmental skill that I must have repressed early. I have to retrain myself. Go back to one of those caught-with-my-hand-in-the-cookie-jar moments from my childhood and rescue my little misled self from those who brainwashed me into believing that everything will be alright if I'm honest and hard-working.
I'm starting to get this funny feeling that there will be many a moment during this adventure when I won't be able to stifle rude laughter at the expense of rich and comfortable people. At the moment, I am one, so it's not that I think they're a bad class of people. It's just that I'll feel so good to finally be free from the fears that lurk in their dark dreams. I might have all my belongings stolen. I might get raped. I might die. I might get lost. I might lose my housing because I lose my temper at just the wrong moment. I might forget to send in my quarterly report right when I need to buy my meds. I might survive all these things that I have had to disassociate from in order to not run screaming into the night. I will see the terror in their eyes, watch them look away from me because they don't want those terrors to arise and choke them. But I will be free. I will feel so free of it. Like my Client/friend seems to be sometimes.
It occurs to me that this may not sound like I want to make the world a better place. But I do. I really do. It's not gonna look like the Utopian dreamer version or the overamped Randian version, but it's gonna come from where many will least expect it.
I am aware of how sleepy I am right now, and how vulnerable I will feel if I am this sleepy and I cannot find a safe place to lay my head.
Survival Guide to Homelessness
The 13th Juror
has a great blogroll
One Bag
will be indispensible!
...
but wait! My interweb service is down, so I can't post anymore!
Crap!
Oh, well. Those are great starting places. I love the idea of spending the night at cyber-cafes. If I didn't have to work during the day, that would rock.
The blog-post on lying is going to challenge me. I suck at lying. I hate lying. I'm a crappy liar. Oh, that's gonna hurt. But I know I'll have to do it. And he's right. Lying for evil is one thing. Lying to survive is totally different. It's a low level developmental skill that I must have repressed early. I have to retrain myself. Go back to one of those caught-with-my-hand-in-the-cookie-jar moments from my childhood and rescue my little misled self from those who brainwashed me into believing that everything will be alright if I'm honest and hard-working.
I'm starting to get this funny feeling that there will be many a moment during this adventure when I won't be able to stifle rude laughter at the expense of rich and comfortable people. At the moment, I am one, so it's not that I think they're a bad class of people. It's just that I'll feel so good to finally be free from the fears that lurk in their dark dreams. I might have all my belongings stolen. I might get raped. I might die. I might get lost. I might lose my housing because I lose my temper at just the wrong moment. I might forget to send in my quarterly report right when I need to buy my meds. I might survive all these things that I have had to disassociate from in order to not run screaming into the night. I will see the terror in their eyes, watch them look away from me because they don't want those terrors to arise and choke them. But I will be free. I will feel so free of it. Like my Client/friend seems to be sometimes.
It occurs to me that this may not sound like I want to make the world a better place. But I do. I really do. It's not gonna look like the Utopian dreamer version or the overamped Randian version, but it's gonna come from where many will least expect it.
I am aware of how sleepy I am right now, and how vulnerable I will feel if I am this sleepy and I cannot find a safe place to lay my head.
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Been out there myself a time or two, Pathfinder.
Be careful, and take good care of your-self, ok?
John
Thank you, John.
lol I can't imagine how many hours you spent on your profile page fixing all those links and such. Wow! That's such a wonderful use of technology! So much crap can be done with tech, but I think you may have balanced the scale in your one page. Beautiful!
Your points about not forgetting the mother tying her child to the mailbox while she forages through the garbage can is prophetic. My next post will be about that.