{"id":315,"date":"2010-03-28T20:12:32","date_gmt":"2010-03-28T20:12:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/?p=315"},"modified":"2010-03-28T20:12:32","modified_gmt":"2010-03-28T20:12:32","slug":"self-indulgence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/?p=315","title":{"rendered":"self indulgence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve got a cold or some allergy thing and it&#8217;s exacerbating the funk I&#8217;ve been feeling for the last several weeks.\u00a0 Nothing is wrong that wasn&#8217;t wrong last year. My dad is still dead. Things didn&#8217;t work out with this girl I liked. Work is still taking a hit from the recession. I&#8217;ve kinda eaten my way through the hardest part of it all, or at least the hardest part thus far, and am having a hard time forgiving myself for the weight gain. For some reason my malaise feels particularly American. I guess it&#8217;s the narcissistic part.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly, I&#8217;ve been trying not to take it all too seriously &#8211; the narcissism and the melancholy. It will come and go. That&#8217;s the promise of life, right? Nothing stays the same for long. Except death.\u00a0 People die and are dead forever, which probably sounds much darker than I feel; I&#8217;m not morbid. It&#8217;s just knowing now I&#8217;ll never know some things about my dad has softened me up, opened me up to the people around me, to whatever&#8217;s happening, like noticing spring, which would make RU happy. I&#8217;m just not quite ready to advertise it &#8211; the opened up part. Lord knows I have worked my ass off at not caring about things. Maybe not worked my ass off, as much as nurtured the traits I&#8217;ve inherited. Indifference and detachment appear to have been my legacy. Good stuff got handed down too, but it&#8217;s not like things even out, not like exercising to burn off calories.\u00a0 I&#8217;m not sure what my point is here.<\/p>\n<p>The last year has also brought folks into or back into my life, some of whom I figured I just wasn&#8217;t gonna find again, like my best friend Tim, who I grew up with. He was like family to me and I feel I&#8217;ve got some part of myself back now that we found each other. On Facebook of course. And there&#8217;s my dad&#8217;s best friend, Joe and his wife, Toy, who knew my dad for 30 years and who Kath and I met for the first time last year. There&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/cowgalval.com\/\">Val<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/practicingnoticing.wordpress.com\/\">Deborah<\/a>. There&#8217;s Heather and her man Martin, and friends of her&#8217;s who I haven&#8217;t seen in years, like Lauren, Chris and Judith. And there&#8217;s a bunch of folks from Bloomington who I came out with or came out around and who were my fist circle of friends there, most notably Deanne, who I&#8217;ve looked for on an off over the last several years and then there she was this winter on FB. Of course. And there&#8217;s RU and my sister, both of whom I can&#8217;t imagine not having in my life and really don&#8217;t want to imagine a life without them.<\/p>\n<p>All of this stuff happened in the last 15 months. It&#8217;s hard to get my brain around it. All that got undone and uncovered and torn open. I dunno.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve got a cold or some allergy thing and it&#8217;s exacerbating the funk I&#8217;ve been feeling for the last several weeks.\u00a0 Nothing is wrong that wasn&#8217;t wrong last year. My dad is still dead. Things didn&#8217;t work out with this girl I liked. Work is still taking a hit from the recession. 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