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Jo

I went through an obsessive/compulsive period about the same age as Eliz is. I had to wake in the night and count the hairs on my stuffed horse, and etc. Unhappy! I wonder if it is some kind of Stage.

Jo

also tried to comment on the Guerillieres site but could not get comments to come up. Was just going to say that I found myself on Sunday upstairs in Borders in PA looking at the books on women and thinking of your project. THey are on the wall by the bathroom.

badgerbag

Maybe it is some kind of Stage that you hit when you achieve self consciousness.

Melanie

My hubbie is like this now. All disenchanted with the world and feeling like he is just in maintainence mode to keep the world from going to pieces. Not feeling like he can do anything about making it better and depressed. I understand that feeling, but yet part of me wants to scream "But you don't have to dwell on it! Do something that makes you feel better!" I have had the depressing music discussion with him because Roger Waters is pretty much all he listens to. Try as I might I can't get any message of hope from Robert. It seems defeatist in a way to me. I mentioned in my blog a while back his love affair with America that went sour. I can't exactly relate because I can vote, and will, repeatedly. I wish there was something I could get him to focus on that would relieve some of his anxiety. I've tried to suggest that we look into things like solar power, because, sheesh we're in The Freakin' Bahamas, we've got sun, so maybe he'd feel a little better about doing something to aid the planet, but he works all the damn time and can't find a spare minute to really do something like that. So our five year plan is to move back to the US. We'll both find better paying jobs that don't take all our time and we're going to build an earth-shelter home and try out all sorts of alternative energy plans. This is the hope. Man I'm rambling. Sorry.

kt

"Yeah, I could still die in the next few minutes same as always. Aliens could land, meteors could strike, or I might crash the car because I'm absentmindedly thinking about my neurotic life as a little girl. But unlike when I was little, that uncertainty does not undermine my happiness. Why is that?"

That was beautiful.

As a little girl, i was more obsessed about making things. Building blocks, sandcastles at the beach watching the water erode the effort, legos. With the legos and building blocks, i'd be completely absorbed in making sure the patterns of colors the blocks made was pretty. And they had to be perfect.

I still obsess over making pretty patterns, but am learning to let go of needing to make a particular amount of pretty patterns in a particular amount of time. Paraphrasing - 'not making it absolutely perfect in 2 hours will not undermine my happiness.' Mostly.

badgerbag

Yes, making things is part of it for me too, which is why I write all the time. The wonderful thing often not being the end result but instead the feeling of "flow" achieved and of being very clear about what I am imagining or thinking and having the mastery to be able to create something related to it or using it as the source

badgerbag

i was just looking back on this. moment of reaching for strawberry brief indeed before reality kicked my ass again.

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