Acceptance

What does it mean to accept something? What boundaries or limits are there to this concept? How many people are so set in their ways that they cannot look beyond their beliefs, their virtues, and their limitations to open themselves up to new ways or ideas? I questioned this concept lately, but perhaps not in the ways you might imagine. One might imagine I am speaking about accepting others belief systems; maybe religion, culture, sexual orientation, or political affiliation. One might expect that I am speaking about accepting a person for who or what they are; and not for a stereotype that has been set upon them by society. While these types of acceptance are quite important in life, those are not the ways in which I mean this today.

In this moment in time, and for the past two and a half months I have been in a relationship with two women. Our relationship started well before this as a friendship, and grew to be a relationship in all but name for many months before we made it official. The first of these women is my girlfriend, Michelle, and the second is her girlfriend, Sarah. These two have been together forever and are an unbreakable couple. Childhood friends, from the first days that such things could happen; and lovers in their teens. Their relationship as weathered storms and the years, keeping them best friends and committed partners in life.

They have a version of an open relationship, and that is where I come into it. They both like men to varying degrees, but Michelle is the one that dates men in long term relationships, and brings them into their relationship. Women are also brought into the relationship, but more so as flings from what I understand. So this is the life they live, and their version of normality. That is a life much different than the one I have believed in, and something that I have accepted in them. Though I have questioned how my acceptance has been so firm on this concept of a relationship.

Here is where the foundation of my understanding in relationship comes from. My biological father left my mother, my sister, and I in Arizona; after moving us out there from New England, far away from my mother’s support system. I was maybe three or four at the time, and he said goodbye in the early hours of the morning to my sister and I; my mother was sleeping at the time, and sick with cancer. She was his second wife, and he had at least five others after her (common law, and legal wives). I would say that he cheated on each of his wives, and I can say that with upmost assurance on that with knowledge of his character in those years and what he admitted to now that he has moved past that type of life.

After he left us, I am told I hated men, and I can see signs of that in the memories I still have. When I started school, the other boys would try to chase the girls around the playground and I would impose myself between them, stopping it. Women were not mistreated on my watch, and I had always been a bigger child than most. So I grew to have a respect for them that perhaps is lost in today’s society, and that was reinforced by the strong women of family around me in those years. I also grew to respect the committed relationship; I have never cheated on a single woman in my life, because of those virtues and the knowledge of the pain inflicted by my biological father adulterous actions. I also have had women cheat on me and have felt a sting deep inside that I could never transfer upon another soul. Until now I have seen committed relationships as a thing between two people alone, though I have been in casual relationships that had a touch of openness in the past. Though only in relationships that were more fun, then something either of us believed to be serious or lasting did these things happen. It also seems that I attract far more bisexual woman then completely straight ones, and that began well before it was so fashionable to be a bisexual.

So knowing this about me, how could I be so accepting of a relationship of this type? Is this not a dream for most men? To date one amazing woman, have sex with two women, and perhaps others on occasion; and be the only man in their lives. I believe and know that most men would see that is a big bonus to any relationship. But I cannot think of another human as some bonus, and I truly care about this relationship and its possibilities. My acceptance came through long ago, while we were just friends but I had hoped and felt more brewing between us. I knew that they were a solid core to a relationship, one tested through time. That they were essentially one person in two bodies; that is how close they are and how vital to each other’s equilibrium. Joining them would mean that I was the odd one out and that I would have to compliment them, bring something to the relationship that they might not have, be flexible to both and there for them both equally.

My connection to Michelle is one found only in dreams; at least that is how I see it. I have found depths within my heart for her that I would not had believed there in the past. But I will save that for another post, and another day. Knowing my connection to be what it was for Michelle, I have sought to bring me and Sarah closer. I see many things in her that I like; her loyalty, conviction, compassion, intelligence, artistic abilities, and that there is a little geek in her as well. I truly and honestly hope to one day feel the same about her as I do Michelle and for her to feel similar feelings for me.

We once had a good rapport and she seemed to be opening up to me; flirting, being playful, answering questions about herself, talking about deep things, and eventually naming me a prince for my easy charm I assume. She had even gone as far to say that I would eventually make a good husband for Michelle, and my response was for her as well maybe. But today I find that we have turbulent waters, and she sees me more as an enemy for reasons unknown to me or Michelle. I hope to bridge this gap, because I truly care about Michelle and about Sarah as well. She is a vital part of Michelle life, to this relationship, and I have never questioned that, or thought to work against it. I believe that when I am done with my graduate degree, and able to join them; that I can win her back to my side. But until then, I continue to work at a distance and hope that things will come together again. I seek to have a door opened to me, I seek her happiness, and I seek her acceptance; for I have Michelle’s, but still hope for hers.

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burning bright upon the eyes.

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Blue ribbon above,

wraps the world below.

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Life shine from the rock,

grown like weeds.

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Sanity is lost,

freedom the dream.

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Darkness a shadow,

light its lover.

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Blindness a gift,

eyes deceive.

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Forged of hope,

Life weary.

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The Mist of Depression, and the Clarity of Awakening

Have you ever felt that you were wasting time? That you need to step up to an opportunity before it was gone? I am sure that most of you have been in that frame of mind at least a time or two. Perhaps it was before asking someone special out on a date, or maybe when a rare financial undertaking makes itself known to you. But in order to take up that undertaking, you must make a large decision that can shake your world and remove you from all that you have grown comfortable with in life.

Now multiply that by years upon years, maybe even a decade or more. That is the feeling of depression, or maybe when one wakes from that state. I can only make cognizance with that feeling after having come out of it. Because while in it the urge to move forward; to risk and grab the rewards of life are subdued in the extreme. So I believe that when I woke and became aware of myself, I was then able to reflect upon what I had been like.

I have been depressed to the extent that I name it depression. While I never sought help for that issue, there is no better word to explain what I had gone through. Though even today I know that I have overcome that pitfall and I am still living with the disruption it has caused me.

The why and how to how I came into my depression is a mystery to me in some ways. Perhaps that is not exactly true, but I have a few guesses to answer that question. Maybe it was a combination of these, or just one alone. The fact is that I will never know for sure. So I blame them all, and above them all I blame myself of course.

In all fairness I should list those reasons to the best of my ability. I will state them in order and explain them after. The first reasons I can image was failing for the first time in a goal I had set for myself. But it was the most important goal in my young life; to achieve a college education and graduate with a degree. Next, I believe the second reason was the affect from not gaining that degree. Entering the workforce as a blue collar worker, working in factories, warehouses, and any job I could acquire at the time. The last reason, might very well be the strongest and possibly the old one that affected me enough to push me into depression. Quite simply, when I was twenty I was pulled into a court case that had lasted well over a year. During that year I had more stress then I could imagine having up to then. That type of stress can shake a person to their core and for a man like me; who always thinks about every move of chess possible before acting; it can shatter the his soul. But all in all, these were bumps in the road that I was unable to deal with; both mentally and emotionally. So I drown in depression and let it suck me into its vial debts, unaware of what I was doing to myself.

Let us speak about my time I went to college (the first time) as my first reason. You should know that I was the first one out of my parents and their parents to go to college. Though at least two cousins and some other extended family had gone to community college. But it was a big thing for me to achieve. I was delighted that I was accepted to college, and at the college I had dreamed of going to; West Virginia University. When I was young we passed through the West Virginia and I had loved the natural beauty of the state. Soon after their teams had become my favorites for college sports. My dream had always been to go there, and I had finally accomplished that goal. I spent a year there, and to my shame now; I partied, fucked, and blew my year away with barely a good grade to account for anything. I failed myself, and well I should had been able to go back.

On my summer break, I found out that the loans my parents had taken out were taxing them. You must understand that until then, and well after then I had always paid my way in things. I believe in taking responsibility with one’s life. I bought two cars in high school, I paid for many of my own things off two jobs. So the fact came crushing down that my parents were having troubles paying for my college, and I had blown the year off and partied my time away. That summer I decided not to go back, even though my step father had told me he wanted me to get my degree. I began working and thinking about going to a community college. But the only job I found was on third shift, and leaving work to go into classes was impossible for me at the time. So after several attempts to take classes while working… I gave up and resigned myself to the work force.

I stated that entering the blue collar work force was the reason. But let me first point out that I come from blue collar people. Hard working men and women that did everything for their families, and that I believe is the most honorable thing in the word. My problem with this is my own experience in those types of places and with the people in them. I had learned that people worked in jobs they hated or were disgruntled with for decades or lifetimes because they had to support their loved ones. I admire that, I do. To be honest, I wanted a job I could love; and still did year later when I went back to college. I wanted money, security, happiness, and all of the things that a good job should had brought to me. With the acceptance that college was not an option anymore, brought the surety that I would be unhappy and would have to claw my way through life… like many of my loved ones. Can you blame me for not wanting that sort of life?

The third and last reason embarrasses me to the core, and is something that I do not wish to comment about at all. So I will move on with as much grace as I can muster.

During those years I extended and fortified my introverted nature. Along with that impossibly high wall that I blocked out people with. I also drove a firm wedge between me and many family or friends. That was a way to protect myself; not allowing anyone to come to my help. The only social life I had was gaming; both online and in person, at work, and with the occasional sex partner; usually befriended online first. I even might had dated a few of those women in a sort of way. But none met family and only a couple met friends, because I could not (or would not) commit. I would not allow that entrance into the shell I had built for myself, so more often or not my relationships were casual. The majority of my social groups were found online, where I could hide from those people, lie, and use subterfuge to dissuade people away from the truth about me. That is the problem with the web, it can be such an intricate design with unseen stands that you will never see. Perhaps that is why many people that indulge in fantasy, are also computer people as well.

By far the greatest disservice I did to myself was to forget about my physical health. Your health is a vital thing in life, and some would say the most important thing. Though I myself believe it is the mind first and the body second; but they are also linked in a fashion and I know that well. The greatest change in my health was my weight. For most of the time, I was working third shift and like many others on that shift; I ate and drank much too much soda to keep myself alert. To compound that problem, I have always had an issue seeing myself gain or lose weight. If I do not weight myself, I could gain twenty, fifty, even hundreds of pounds without knowing. I remember when I finally went to work on my weight, after waking up from depression. I had thought I weight maybe in the upper three hundred pound range (from 350 to 380 was my thought). Then I was sadly disabused to find out that I had gained well past that mark (hundreds of pounds past). And so I was shackled by the harm of my depression, even for years after, and even now.

The day I woke from that depression was quite odd. I will try to explain it to the best of my ability. It was on a weekend day that I had off from work and I had been in my home office. I was watching TV, had the computer on, and was playing a computer game. But I did none of those things that day. I sat down somewhere before lunch time and when I became aware again it was night time. I did nothing for hours upon hours, and when I woke from that hazy state; I saw the computer games log, showing I had lagged out over 8 hours before and I was unaware of anything. I just stared at a wall or the computer, not computing and not digesting any information around me. At that moment I became aware of what I had been doing, which was nothing at all. It was like a fire inside me and the very next day I changed my life. I began reconnecting socially and began to eat health, even to the state of throwing away anything that was junk food in my house. The years after were happier and less depressed, then the years before. But they were slow in progress, with many turns that took me a step back and not ahead.

When you, or when I woke from that state of being. My largest regret is that I had wasted years upon years. Now I know that I have lost my twenties to that disorder and to the effects it has caused me. To this day I have made leaps in progress, I have struggled with overcoming those deep pits, and I have overturned some of those reasons that dropped me into that state. It has now been years since those depressed times, and I wonder if it touches me on occasion still. Going back to college and gaining my bachelor’s degree helped removed two of those burdens from my soul. But some of the damage inflicted in those times still remains. My weight and the question of my future happiness is what troubles me now. And in a way I consider them linked in a way, because most of the things I wish to do, require me to be healthier then I am now; perhaps even the jobs I wish. Let me just say that my weight is a constant struggle that I have not overcome… but I work towards it still. I believe that something is holding me back, and I have yet to find that reason. Lastly, I think I see happiness in the future, my life seems to be taking a turn that might lead me out of New England and perhaps to the south. But with that I will have to make the choice that I spoke of at the start, to move on, to risk, and to grasp the future… letting go of the past and all that is comfortable. I am hopeful.