Sometimes I wonder how people really see me. I know you are not supposed to worry about what other's think but honestly we all have some curiosity about it. No one ever really says anything negative to my face [occasionally behind my back but that is inevitable] Whenever people say anything it is all flowers and sunshine.
I try to make EVERYONE happy so then I am just sort of mediocre. I really don't invite people to hang out with me [the bar doesn't count], I really don't try to hang out with anyone else. So I have a huge group of friends... that I never really hang out with... and the irony of it... it is on my own accord. I know people because I listen and I often analyze and figure them out without them really having to tell me anything. This leads me to appreciating that person without giving them a chance to personally know me or being able to appreciate just hanging out.
Most people know me from either parties, the bar, or Facebook. So in any situation... it is either drunk or online.
I have realized that when I am emotionally hurt... I feel this STRONG urge to deal with it physically. Instead of dealing with my emotions in a healthy way like talking about them or crying it out. I end up drinking and become physically violent. Sounds like a cutter situation but it isn't. I want to punch things and/or get punched. It's a sick way of forgetting about the emotional to deal with the physical. I understand completely that this is a very unhealthy behavior... but what do you do? Nothing because it isn't your problem.
The other night I finally snapped, I drank myself into an oblivion and ended up crying hysterically. I was so emotionally exhausted I called my mom. I never was really good at involving my mom in my personal crisis situations because she always had her own to deal with. Now that my mom has her life under control it seemed she was the only person I could talk to. Someone who wouldn't judge me or make me feel worse. So I sat there bawling my eyes out telling my mom everything. We both agreed I need therapy and that I am an alcoholic.
I am not an alcoholic in the way that I get the shakes or absolutely NEED a drink... but I have known for quite some time that I have a problem. I am what is considered a binge drinker. If I have one... it will not stop there. I will drink until I feel sick or black out. In my DUI class, the group leader always brings me up in some sort of negative way because I think I am one of the few who is actually honest.
- I am a bartender - Bartenders are 80% more likely to be an alcoholic.
- I have not one but TWO DUI's - I am more than likely to get a third.
- Everyone in my family is some sort of addict - I am practically 100% at risk of being an addict.
I am an alcoholic, a smoker, and I am addicted to caffeine. All legal... but all in excess. When I do drink [like I said before] I drink until I can no longer physically take another drink. The only thing that stops me from drinking like that is if I have some person I feel responsible for. Otherwise... party on Wayne. I smoke about a pack of cigarettes a day... if I am having a bad day I can smoke close to two packs. My caffeine intake is out of control. I need at least one caffeinated beverage a day to function normally... however, I have been known to drink coffee, then a red bull then another coffee, then a rock star and then tea. ALL THROUGHOUT THE DAY.
The DUI group leader always says he isn't there to tell us we are alcoholics. He did say that to know if we are alcoholics, "If you have had someone concerned about your drinking or if you have ever been concerned about your drinking... you are probably an alcoholic."
"Hi my name is Megan."
-- "Hi Megan"
I have just been going through it lately dealing with drama, depression, lack of a sufficient income.
This is sort of a weird analogy. But I feel like this photo I shot earlier this year. I absolutely love this photo for it's simplicity... You focus on the pomegranate and the red board. Pretty. So you look at the photo and go okay how does this relate to what the hell you were just talking about Megan? If you follow the fence line on the diagonal scale... there is a dead pomegranate. It's rotted and gross and I probably could have cut it out of the tree and taken the photo. The problem... I didn't notice the dead pomegranate. Now that I see it however I think about it all the time. Ugly, dead, rotted pomegranate.
Told you this was a weird analogy. Okay. So the picture is like me. Simple, good, well planned, and pretty. This picture makes me happy [I have it as my desktop]. Nobody really notices the rotted pomegranate... but it is still there... ruining the picture. You wouldn't realize it unless you stared at the picture for a long enough time.You just see a fence, red board, and pomegranates.
Does that make sense?
I don't really talk about my problems in person. Granted... I talk A LOT. But never really about anything that stings. I just talk about random stuff. And like I brought up earlier... I have LOTS of friends. Lots of friends I don't really talk to... or even really want to tell negative things to. I have an image that I like to keep. I like being that happy, bubbly, caring person that I normally am. Everyone knows I have issues... because everyone has issues. But I like to contain mine.
With what happened before... I tried to contain. I didn't want anyone to know. I didn't want to talk about it. The only people I talked to were people I trusted. However, I was informed that EVERYONE knows. Not really sure who everyone is... but I have been suspecting EVERYONE is way the fuck too many people.
Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Okay that is a really dark quote... but in all seriousness. Drama spreads like wildfire. I don't do drama. I like to keep in my own little pod of simplicity. I don't want to lose what I was so happy to obtain. I don't like change but I still know that change is inevitable. FUCK YOU CHANGE.
So anywho. Besides all the other crap I have written in this whiny snot nosed blog.
I, my friends, am a codependent.
Codependency is defined as a psychological condition or a relationship in which a person is controlled or manipulated by another who is affected with a pathological condition and in broader terms, it refers to the dependence on the needs ofThe definition is pretty broad. Basically I have been a codependent my WHOLE life... even when I was a kid. I place myself below to make others feel better. Hence, why I don't really know how to handle my own emotional onslaught of chaos... I just want to punch things. Another reason why I don't care to really share my emotionally distraught way of thinking... another reason why I have had an insane past of failed relationships... with friends and boyfriends.
or control ofanother. It also often involves placing a lower priority on one's own needs, while being excessively preoccupied with the needs of others. Codependency can occur in any type of relationship, including family, work, friendship, and also romantic, peer or community relationships.
I just want you to be happy.
Another thing that sort of threw me for a loop. The other day I was called a hypocrite and it stung REALLY bad. Like put a little hole in my heart. The reasoning is because I always analyze people and situations. I normally can figure out what kind of childhood a person had, why they react the way the do, a general assumption of any negative things that have happened, and what a person is about within a few times of talking to someone. It seems like I am judging... but I am not judging. Just analyzing and offering advice the best way I can.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO OFFER ADVICE WHEN
YOU ARE SO FUCKED UP YOURSELF?!
I deactivated my Facebook account for the whole day of December 22nd. I spent over 24 hours in bed. Laying there with my kitten, puffy eyed, and depressed. I got up a total of 5 times... only to go smoke... then immediately get back into bed. Didn't shower, didn't brush my teeth, didn't eat... just slept. Dreaming seemed better than facing the day. Facing people.
Since I slept for so long I woke up finally at 5:30 a.m. and decided that I needed to get back on the saddle. I've drank coffee, put the dishes away and loaded the dishwasher, and wrote this insanely long blog. I am not one to accept pity. I am not one who wants anyone's advice. I just felt the need to unload. Putting myself on blast via the internet is probably not the best way to handle my situation. But it is the one way to relate to others and to get shit off my chest. So no, this is not a cry for help, this is not a pity party, this is not something I want you to think about when you see me. It is an unload of the bag of rocks I have been dragging around with me... it is a way for me to unload without needing to find that violence.
Christmas is almost here and I am not ready. Not in the least. I made some Christmas presents but that is all. I have no money to pay rent... so I have no money to buy presents. I guess it is time to jump back on the Facebook train.