Painful visions,
empty turns,
marked delusion,
side-kick burns.
Broken hands of fallen words,
She looks back after each wrong turn.
Each time it comes she runs and hides,
Too scared to face what’s there inside.
Tumbling down she reaches for you,
but all have left and left have you.
She hits the bottom,
cries aloud,
So it goes,
It goes around.
Recent studies in botany at Penn State University have been released and the verdict is in – plants not only show signs of intelligence, but are capable of communication and problem solving.
So I guess being a vegetarian just isn’t enough anymore.
I present to you a short list of plants that have been a part of numerous studies and have presented significant evidence in our quest to rule out any possible food source culminating in guilt for the human race.
Dracena, five-angled dodder vine (it can hunt!), sea rockets (a weed that attacks other plants and destroys them, except those plants that have some sort of relation to itself, so it shows preference to relational species), strawberry plants, reed, ground elder, clover (if a slug or other predetor is nearby a warning signal is sent via a communication network and their stalk changes to a much tougher texture, making them appear much less enticing to those that might destroy them), orchids (can mimic an insect’s sex so precisely so as to fool another passing insect into thinking that it is a potential mate with pheremones), and a ton other ones that I’m too lazy to list right now.
Some evidence has also been brought to the dinner table suggesting that plants show emotions such as anger, sadness and happiness. Though I’m sure as a species we mere humans are not keenly aware of these emotions as of yet, but perhaps someday…
All this said, it looks like my only option is to move away from society and die quietly in the woods on my all-water diet so as not to be even more of an infectious murdering parasite to mother earth.
lol, or I guess I can just go on living my life.
Ta ta for now!
The further along I go on this journey of self discovery, the harder it is (of course) to discern what it is I’m supposed to be discovering. Hardest yet is my inability to accept the fact that the terms “right” and “wrong” amount to just about nothing. Every person is so diverse that finding an absolute answer to anything is undoubtedly impossible.
The part I struggle with the most is how I’m supposed to move on from my childhood. I have two options (because I am in inherently black and white ONLY person): 1. forgive my father without his reparations and simply discard his actions as that of an ill-informed youth or 2. Cut him out of my life and hope that some day he concludes that he has indeed done wrong and that me cutting him off set him in that direction. Clinically, I know that cutting him out would be the best thing for him. But for me, I have no idea. This may be my addiction to self-flagellation talking, but I do want a relationship with my father. As much as I joke about it, I would be deeply hurt if he just died tomorrow and I didn’t have a chance to fix all the things that are wrong with our relationship. But who says it’s mine to fix?
I have no moral code with which to decide the “correct” course of action here. Everyone has different opinions on the matter, and both actions are completely justified. And as far as my recovery goes, I have no idea if I’m doing the right things. Every day is a struggle and I know that that is part of it, that recovery is harder than remaining the same… but it seems like there is no end in sight. I have no reference to who I am trying to become, and that bothers me.
and now… some poetry, enjoy!
She drags herself across the distant carpet.
It is soft, and brown and red and wet.
She smiles and sees that something has changed.
Reminded of a slug, she reminds herself that all creatures are beautiful
All but this one.
But she would never call the slug ugly,
She is a species unbeknownst to humankind.
There is no one to blame for what has become.
She set out to be what she became full of hope and motion.
No hands, only the barely touchable compassion of
those she has since come to call her family.
But they are not.
And it hurts worse than salt ever could.
Worse than the pointed follicles of the now soaking carpet.
I am sick.
I am tired.
I am sick and tired.
I am sick and tired of listening to everyones bull shit.
Because you have NO fucking idea what the world really is.
I’m sick of the rampant alcoholism, I’m sick of the passive aggressive remarks. I’m sick of being told how ridiculous I am just because you are so utterly convinced of your own superiority. You are not superior. “We are the scum of the earth.”
I’m angry.
And sad.
And fucked up.
And I’m trying.
And I can’t try any harder.
And it feels like I’m sitting still and the whole world is just blurring past me.
So just leave me alone to try and love myself, I’m not worth any more of your effort.
Life isn’t fair, so they say.
I’m still pissed.
I haven’t changed at all.
Nothing but guilt has been added.
I haven’t changed at all.
I just bought a better mask.
Sparkling grey through my own veins
Any more than a whisper,
Any sudden movement of my heart.
And I know, I know I’ll have to watch them pass away
Just get through this day
Give up your way, you could be anything,
Give up my way, and lose myself, not today
That’s too much guilt to pay
Sickened in the sun
You dare tell me you love me
But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
Honey you know, you know I’d never hurt you that way
You’re just so pretty in your pain
Give up my way, and I could be anything
I’ll make my own way
Without your senseless hate…
So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good.
I can’t hear your screams anymore
You lied to me
But I’m older now
And I’m not buying.
Demanding my response
Don’t bother breaking the door down
I found my way out
And you’ll never hurt me again.
-Evanescence… I know… but it spoke to me.
A realization came upon me today, and it is this. I have only been 100% brutally honest one time in my life without being punished for it.
It was a Thursday.
I was in the 4th grade.
It was recess and I was wondering around in the woods by myself, as usual. (We had these fenced in woods at our school… yeah I know… but it’s Alaska)
It was sunny and the temperature was perfect and I was sitting on a stump thinking about how much I wished someone was there to walk with me.
I thought about these things a lot.
Three girls from my class were walking and gossiping and laughing… they happened to come across me on my stump.
They were the “popular” girls.
I always wanted to be one of them.
They started heckling me about being out there alone… about how weird I was.
I started to cry, and a sort of anger started bubbling up inside of me.
I stood up on my log, I started to yell.
I told them they had no idea how much I wanted to be them. How much I hated myself, how fat and ugly I was. How they didn’t know how lucky they were to have everything they want, to have boys notice them, to feel wanted in the class.
The leader of the pack – Britney – looked at me and said… “I’m sorry, I had no idea.” She was legitimately sad by what I had to say, about how I felt about her as a person.
It was the most sincere apology I have ever received.
Sadly, my feelings never changed.
I hope change is the right word, but I can’t be sure. While I was in the hospital, most of my time was devoted to writing. The person I have become as a result of personal reflection and experiences is not affectively who I really want to be. So here are some of the things I wrote. They are addressed to that part of me that seems to have become absolutely terrified. Of being alone, of never creating triumph, of never having real success. In case of emergency; in case of my seemingly destined fall back into that dark place, this is a part of a testimony to myself. To remember who I really am and to recall the immense love that surrounds that person.
I hope it’s enough.
4-28-09
Dear Kimberly,
You’ve thought about this all day. You have weighed and compared and made lists in your head about what this would mean for you. You have made the decision to recover, whatever that means. Two nights ago, on Sunday 4/26/09 at approximately 10PM you attempted to commit suicide. You failed. This is a blessing. The love that has so graciously surrounded your life made itself known in the form of those that would be irrevocably hurt by your absence. At the time of your attempt you were confused and in an un-copable amount of pain. These emotions were a direct result of many things including; your upbringing in an abusively chaotic environment, your lack of resources to deal with those events, and your complete addiction to the pain of those memories.
The choice to recover is going to change everything. You are going to want (and perhaps even need) to run and hide and disappear back into your warm dark cave, but I’m here to tell you to stick around in the sunlight. I’m here to tell you that that is not the answer. They love you. It may not seem like it at this particular moment, but that voice is coming from a place where there is no light… a black hole of fear and anger and defeat. You do not want to die, but to simply escape. You are going to recover. Life is going to lie in from of you, full of experiences and opportunities that have the potential to make you that much more special.
If you are reading this, the most important thing for you right now is to take care of yourself. Imagine that broken little girl…Kimmy… give her the peace and tenderness that she so desperately needs. Stop searching for problems to fix. Those seemingly requiring your intervention will go on without you. They will grow into a stronger more meaningful person without you there to be the backbone you so wish to be. All you can do is love them.
It’s going to very hard sometimes. Things are going to seem hopeless, but remember that they are not. You are special and beautiful and very much needed in this world. You have a change to make here. You are not finished. I’m only asking that you give yourself the chance to find a way to cope with your entire range of emotions, good and bad.
Because it matters.
Because I love you, a lot.
<3 Kimmy
I have absolutely no idea what I believe.
Every time I come upon or learn something related to the ethics of living, it turns me upside down.
I am almost sure that this is good thing, but then I have to wonder how in the world people are so sure of themselves. There is no part of me that is convinced of any religion, political or ideological system. I am not saying that being sure of yourself is in any way a bad thing, but I would really like to be clued in on how you get there… I must have missed that day in 6th grade or something…
Keep in mind that I’m not referring to people that are ignorant of their surroundings. I speak of the people who have assurance based on knowledge or some logically founded reason.
How do you know the difference between right and wrong?
Is nature supposed to provide this in some way? Or are we simply the lump sum of every influence we cross?
