Surprises, Bumps & Train Wrecks
Entry 10/09/2014 09:57:21 AM – Mentat 756
“Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.” – Carl Jung
Ah, what a train wreck yesterday turned out to be.
Things seemed to have been going remarkably well. I started my morning with the extreme surprise of coming in contact with someone I hadn’t seen or even heard from in almost 30 years. A bar-friend that I used to get together with that used to trawl the old bar, No Name — long since gone and replace with a state agency — and then afterwards head to the old Seaplane Diner for a late night breakfast to work the alcohol out of our systems. While I didn’t remember him when he messaged me — getting confused with someone else from about that time — when he told me he was from North Providence, I remembered correctly and instantly. I remember that he used to dress up like a hair-glam rocker; complete with clothes and hair. I remember he was mostly a shy one when we were out. I remember when we used to go out, he would order himself a plate of fries and then drench them in condiments. I remember a couple of his friends. Chris B who I tried to date and failed rather spectacularly. And I think another Italian kid who I only remember his name as Dante. And a woman name Lorna… Heh, I couldn’t remember her name and Chris had to remind me; thought it started with an R… But at least it has an R in it.
Interesting memories back then; some of which I’m rather surprised I can remember so clearly and so precisely being so close to the time of the car accident back when I was about 20 years old and somewhere between that time and when I had been raped 2 years later is a very messy time for me to try to remember through. On the one side, I no longer had my journals for that time (destroyed in a flood) so it’s not like looking at 2004 – 2005 after my break up with Rick… And reading into those journals seeing an entirely different person I don’t remotely recognize writing them… On the other hand, sitting here — in the here and now — it’s rather surprising how clear those memories are in spite of the dire times back then. Sure the memories seem to be darker than average — but it’s more about lighting (and the lack thereof) more than the mood. Well that and the smells of cigarettes, bad smoke machines and spilled alcoholic drinks. But those were the times outside of work…
Going on simultaneously was a rather surprising chat with someone — who’s name will be discretely omitted and referred to as C — on a chat/meeting site. The fact that he admitted being able to sing gives him automatic respect (as I’ve said in the past — me singing produces the same sounds as torturing cats). He was flirtatious, gregarious, he was keeping up with what was going on and most importantly I didn’t have to reiterate constantly what I was trying to say and perhaps even what I meant. A definite plus and something that I find attractive. He was even closer to my age than most of the men I’ve flirted with in the last couple of years. It made the afternoon go well given I wasn’t at the Deskside, instead watching my mother’s Monster Child (stories to be told in a moment).
Then the train wreck. As I was wrapping up my time at my mother’s during the last 45 minutes. The conversation takes a turn into surprise. C doesn’t want to chat anymore and wants to meet. Given the intensity and the change of direction it had taken me completely be surprise. In those moments, I didn’t know what or why, but I reacted hard. I became brutally honest and in doing so pushed him away hard. It fell apart after that… C was distracted by driving… I was flummoxed and having anxiety.
I can tell you that because of it, I had my first absence (petite mal) seizure since being back in the Tundras of New England. It wasn’t long — longer than normally experienced. A fact that if my mother were to hear about this would demand my going to a doctor pronto.
I can tell you that I fell immediately to sleep and slept uninterrupted through to the morning.
I can tell you I feel both embarassed and guilty because I didn’t handle the situation properly. I apologized, but expect nothing in return. Nor that he would return.
And this morning after meditating and beginning this journal entry, I can tell you precisely where the anxiety came from… It started in the unconscious. It came from seeing the similarities of C’s situation and the years of hell living with Rick a decade before. It came from the emotional torment and blame that I had gone through at his hands. And most importantly it came from the similarities I had been seeing.
– that C had a child
– that he was only recently out and not out to many people.
– that there was a travelable distance between where he was and where I am. 60 miles (96.5 km) which compared from Atlanta to Dalton is close enough for government work.
– that I don’t drive and haven’t for 21 years now.
Combine this with the memories of constant incrimination and derision that I had gone through with Rick and it all came flooding back in flood and fear.
I know, I know… they’re different people, different circumstances and on and on and on… Consciously it makes perfect sense and is perfectly logical. Unconsciously? No matter what mastery one can have on conscious thought — it’s a dark place, full of emotions and deeply hidden problems that can creep up and pounce when you least expect it. And that’s precisely what it did.
The best I can do at the moment is ride through the regrets that I had created and let them pass. I regret bring such demons so early to the table. I regret that I scared a good man with baggage I thought that I had gotten the best of. And I regret how it’s ended. But hey… It’ll pass like it always does… I just have to face what it was that scared me and handle it better.
As for what I mentioned earlier in this entry. Earlier this week she was in for getting the plate removed from her ankle/foot because it was sticking too close to the surface and was interfering with the healing process. So in the morning and through until about the time that her husband gets home, I stay over her place watching the dog and ensuring he doesn’t have any abandonment issues through that time. Jack — her monster child — being a rescue still has it months later.
Further developments this afternoon comes from my aunt who received a voicemail from my mother telling her she’s going into surgery for it again this morning. My aunt couldn’t hear her mostly because she’s going hard of hearing and won’t do anything about it… So I left a message on my mother’s cell with the hopes of finding out more news on this…
There’s more to this too. My mother’s going to be going back to the hospital next week for a more detailed mammogram. Last week when she went for her routine examinations — or as she’s fond of call them “breast squishings” — they reported finding a dark spot on her results from her other breast. I can’t remember which one, just that it was the other one that had cancer in, in the past.
I’m not too worried about it. It’s one of those wait and see what’s going to happen next with her. I just wished she would stop smoking.. That would make it a bit easier.
Well that’s about it for the time being. Until the next time.
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