Russian poetry fix

Wild honey has the scent of freedom,
Dust--the sunshine beam,
Violet--the mouth of a girl,
And gold--has nothing.

Minionette, the scent of water
And love--the apple.
But forever we learnt,
That blood has but the scent of blood.

-- Anna Akhmatova, 1933



Saturday, February 7, 2009

Enough already. Liars don't change.

I've had it with men who lie. I cannot deal with a man who is inconsistent, volatile, a liar, mean (but can't admit it!), self-serving, and a drinker. It's just absolutely crazy-making. May I never, ever forget how much I value honesty and emotional consistency.

I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than live with the fear, isolation, and general fucked up feeling of being in a relationship with someone who is so incredibly solipsistic, insecure, and pathological. I can't tell what is real when I am around someone who is a master of manipulation and obfuscation. I must avoid these people; they are the death of my soul. I am susceptible to their version of reality, to their charm, to their bullying. There is no cure but avoidance.

I love my women friends, my sisters, my mom, my daughter. These are the people I can count on and who do not let me down, do not expect me to obliterate myself to be in a relationship with them, do not accuse me of malicious intent whenever I make an independent move. They do not threaten to cut off contact with me if I displease them. They do not yell at me. They do not call me names. They do not tear me down and then tell me that I'm not giving enough. They build me up and without them I would be truly a mess. They help me to know what is real.

Someone wise once said, "It's not whether you win or lose, it's that you don't play the game." I'm going to use this simple idea to guide my actions over the next few days. "Disengage" is my mantra right now.

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