Friday, November 25, 2011

Validation

Well, I submitted the novel to NaNoWriMo's official word count validator and my novel has passed. This is no judgement of how good it is, just an acknowledgement that I have put 50,000 words into the validator. But I know that what I have written doesn't totally suck, as I am (or was) a professional writer of things.

One lesson I have learned from this exercise is that I have to get an aspect of being an Adult Child of an Alcoholic under control, and that's turning joyful choices into obligations.

I wanted to do this. I have wanted to tell this story pretty much ever since I finished the last novel. However, as I was going through it, as I was doing the thing a professional writer does, which was write even when you don't feel like it, I was starting to resent the choice that I had made.

I also made a choice at the beginning of the year to try to win every game badge at Pogo.com and I wanted to do that. But my wanting to do this interfered with my wanting to write the novel and my wanting to write the novel interfered with the rest of my life (including getting to know Kathy) and it all started to feel like one big pile of "have to".

When we met, Kathy reminded me that I loved both things that I was doing and to concentrate on the joy in them and to just remove from myself the burden of thinking that I had to do them. I ended up finishing the novel and I missed only one of the Pogo badges, which I have a chance to reclaim later.

Something Kathy said to me the other day made me wonder if she thinks I think ill of her because she doesn't overbook herself as I do. Well, I don't. Just as Kathy feels she could use a little more scheduling and direction in her life, I know I can use a little more looseness and going with the flow in mine, courtesy of ACoA, the gift that keeps on giving.



Speaking of flow...

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Giving thanks

I have many things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, the very least of which is that I have finished the novel (pending a NaNoWriMo word count verification).

I am thankful for my wonderful friends who have encouraged me in this (the novel writing) and other things I have needed to get done.

I am thankful for my grandchildren, my stepchildren, and even my ex-wife without whom they would not be in my life.

I am thankful for my health and my job.

I am thankful for ACA and for those of you who read this blog because of it.  ACA related material will now return.

But most of all, I am thankful that I have Kathy in my life.  She likes to say she doesn't make me happy, that she's a happiness enhancer.  And by the strict understanding of human psychology she's right.  But they don't write songs saying "You enhance my happiness," so she's just going to have to live with my saying that she makes me so very happy and I'm so glad she came into my life.






Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The end is in sight

I once again feel like I am running out of story, but this time it's okay because the novel is actually almost over. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel and it's not a train.






I think I can make it now the pain is gone.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

It's raining men!

Today's writing was very manly, chock full of testosterone. I changed up something from when I first started on this section and now it is entirely possible that I will go long because I have no idea how to get out of this slight detour back to the main story. But when I do, you know it will be manly.






Leave those umbrellas at home.

Monday, November 21, 2011

And then, a twist

It's not exactly the Sixth Sense kind of thing here, but I have finally unleashed the twist that I had planned since early on.  And I also unleashed the "twist" that I had introduced before that.  Cryptic, I know.  Read the book.  It'll make sense.  I think.






True fact: I once won a couple's twist contest dancing by myself.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Let's stay together

The most amazing thing to me about this book is that I have managed to write these pages while just inches from the most beautiful woman I have known.  But fortunately for me, she is a fan, and truth be told, the only reason I am writing this at all.

Our time together for now is almost at an end, but as I said to her before we even met, the end of this time together will be the beginning of a whole new life for both of us.  I love this woman.  The rest are just details.






Let's stay together.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Hit me with your best shot

Well, after you have a fight, the only thing left to do is shoot somebody. So now someone has been shot. I guess I could drop an atom bomb next, but shooting people has the advantage of being able to type "Ow!" over and over again, along with "the" and "and".






You're a real tough cookie with a long history.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Everybody was Kung Fu fighting

Well, when in doubt start a fight.  So for the 857th time in the book, the hero is fighting someone.  I think it's a waitress this time.  I don't know for sure.  I'm too tired.

ACoA tend to overburden themselves with responsibilities, and so, even though I have a gorgeous woman who actually likes me at my elbow, I am writing stories and blog entries.  Silly rabbit.






Here comes the big boss! Hooah, hooah!


Thursday, November 17, 2011

What does love feel like?

Finished the love story portion of the program, but that's not why love is on my mind for this edition of the blog. By the time you read this, I will be on my way to meet Kathy in person. And I love her, as the song says.

Yes, I do believe you can love someone before you meet them in person. Thank you for asking.

P.S., I have crossed the 2/3 mark. Yay.






But what does love feel like? Well, Daffy Duck has an answer.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Unrequited love

I managed to get this far without there being any romance whatever in the story, so I decided that I would write some tonight just in case some girl would ever read it. Of course, there's no guarantee some human will ever read it.  So it might be pointless.

At least I have staved off the "and the" chorus for another night.






Lola Bunny sings of love...sort of.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

One thing leads to another

Well, I am on the other, weird side of this. Now that I am halfway and cooking on a particular part of the story, I am starting to wonder if I now have too much material to finish where I want to. But as they say about having four power hitting outfielders on one baseball team, it's a nice problem to have.






The Fixx

Comfortably numb.

I have a character with a substance problem in the book. Things that I have learned through ACoA I think have helped me write a credible back story as to why this character is as he or she is. This is an area that I have wanted to explore for some time now. In fact, I actually have another story with substance abuse and its effects as a major theme. There is a screenplay version of NaNoWriMo in the spring and I think I will do that then.

Right after I get finished typing "the and the and the and the..."






Pink Floyd

Sunday, November 13, 2011

We can work it out.

Well, I have figured out some things I can do to prolong the life of the novel.  And I have reached a crucial milestone.  I am actually halfway through.  It's not exactly downhill from here, but I can now start to believe that I might actually make it.  I didn't get nearly as many words as I wanted, but I did get another 2,000 and that might be enough.






Stevie Wonder

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Burning down the house

I periodically check my blog's stats to see where people are coming from that read the blog and this month I am having an invasion of Russian visitors. Not sure what it means, if anything. But...

Добро пожаловать, друзья.



After killing off the hero, the only thing left to do was burn down the setting of the story, so I did that.  And now the typing of "the" over and over again will commence.

If anyone actually ever reads this novel, the funniest part will be that all of these blurbs will actually be true (except for the typing of "the" over and over again; I'm going to switch to "and".)






Fighting fire with fire.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Rest in peace

In a move that could possibly make getting to 50,000 words a tad more difficult, it appears I have killed off the protagonist of my novel Thursday night.  But, again, if I am going to type "the" over and over again for 30,000 words, I guess I don't really need him, do I?

While I will continue to update the in post counter for a day to day look at my word count, I have added a real time widget from NaNoWriMo in the right hand area somewhere which updates my word count in real time. Of course, I only update once a day, so not a lot of action to be had from it.






Good evening.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Back to the island

Well, there's an island in the story now.  And no, it's not the Island of Misfit Toys.  And now this novel is so action packed there are not one but two accountants in it.  You cannot beat the suspense of a balance sheet.

You're thinking I'm making this stuff up.  Well, read the thing.  You'll see.

Two *click* two *click* two accounts in one story!

Yes, I am losing my mind.  Thank you for asking.






Leon Russel, although Janis Siegel does my favorite version of this song.


Wednesday, November 09, 2011

What's going on?

Okay.  No idea what this novel is going to be about for the last half.  It looks like I am going to say everything I intended to say by the 50% mark.  So once again I am thinking about typing "the" over and over again.  But maybe tomorrow I'll figure out what's going on.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 17497 / 50000 words. 35% done!



Marvin Gaye.


Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Things are getting strange

Well, I am actually into the meat of the novel, the vast wasteland where things can grind to a halt, never to recover.  Characters have appeared out nowhere.  Plot threads are dangling all over the place.  But I got my 2K in Monday and if I keep moving forward, it'll happen.

Strangely.  But it will happen.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 13458 / 50000 words. 31% done!



Speaking of strange, here is the Bed Intruder Song played on a Tsugaru Shamisen.

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Monday, November 07, 2011

Sunday will never be the same

One obsession put a serious crimp in my other obsession. I didn't do nearly as many words Sunday as I wanted because I knew that Sunday would be my only chance to get my badge at Pogo.com this week. But even with the setbacks, I got my 2,000 minimum in. But I am going to have to step it up next week.

I need more hours in the day.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 13458 / 50000 words. 27% done!




Sunday, November 06, 2011

Th- th- th- th- that's all, folks!

Spent a lot of the day at the county fair with my granddaughter. Watched her ride the merry-go-round. It ran fine, but I have watched so many cartoons in my life that the only thing I could think of was "The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down".

Oh. And I wrote. It's coming, in fits and starts. Got 3,000 words in. Not quite making my target, but close enough for jazz.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 11526 / 50000 words. 23% done!




Saturday, November 05, 2011

Baby, what a big surprise...

I added a scene I hadn't originally planned and the next scene is writing longer than I expected. Got to love serendipity. I didn't get my 4,000 words in like I had hoped, but I am thinking I might be able to get 5,000 Saturday and Sunday to make up for it.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 8340 / 50000 words. 17% done!




Friday, November 04, 2011

Emotional Rescue

Some ACoA content today.  I took a moment to read more pages in a book I started a while back called Emotional Alchemy.  I started it before I had learned about ACoA and had stopped without finishing it when I began ACoA.  Lo and behold, the book talks about the reparenting method that I was introduced to as part of ACoA.  So it seems I was headed toward the right area without knowing the whole deal.



Had a good night Thursday night writing despite setbacks.  Of course, the story I had planned to write is already over, so get ready for 44K repetitions of "the".  Just kidding.  I think.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 6317 / 50000 words. 13% done!




Thursday, November 03, 2011

Talk Talk

I'm only on the second day of writing and already I think I'm blabbing instead of getting to the point.  Fifty thousand words is a lot of stories to tell and my natural tendency is to be concise in my writing.  But unless I am telling all of human history, I have to make it a point to expand on what I am saying beyond the bare essentials or else I'll never get to the end.  Not sure I want anyone reading this one any more than the first.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 4239 / 50000 words. 8% done!




Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Only the beginning

Okay.  I'll put some songs here, Anonymous.  Had a good night Tuesday night but starting is never the hard part.


NaNoWriMo Word Count: 2172 / 50000 words. 4% done!



Tuesday, November 01, 2011

And the first two words of my novel are...

...(at least for now) “That hurt!”



A friend of mine has openly doubted I can complete this in the time I have allotted for myself. We shall see.



This event leads into the holidays, which is a tough time for ACoA because holiday memories are often tainted with drinking and other alcohol related issues. So I feel a little guilty abandoning content this month. But if I do what I am supposed to do, I will be back by Thanksgiving. Wish me luck.




NaNoWriMo Word Count: 2 / 50000 words. 0% done!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Monster mash-up

Until I found out I got an award, today was kind of sucky:

  • Went to buy batteries for the camera to take pictures of the Halloween costumes at work and found I didn't have my bank card. Turns out I left it at the bar where I watched football yesterday.
  • Where I work requires badge access and while I remembered to bring my costume and camera, I didn't remember to bring my badge.
  • Turns out they called off Halloween costumes at work and nobody told me. Good thing I planned on changing at work.

But focusing on the good:

  • I had my PayPal card with me and so was able to pay for the batteries anyway.
  • I remembered where I had left my bank card (after some thinking) and it was not abused in any way.
  • We do have a procedure in place where I work for allowing access without a badge.
  • I did dress for work normally and can use the costume for taking my granddaughter trick-or-treating tonight.

Happy Halloween!
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Let's do the Mash. Let's do the Monster Mash.

I won an award

Seriously.

daveharm.com

Wow.

Thanks.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Fear

I am often afraid.  This is not unusual.  Most people are afraid at one time or another.  I think part of my fascination with Green Lantern is that he is supposed to be without fear.  Must be nice.  Where I might differ than you is what I am or was afraid of.

I used to be afraid of getting fired.  My parents and their depression-era mentality gave me a palpable fear of being out of work, so much that much like the fear of rejection and abandonment in a relationship I would have done just about anything to keep my job.  I worked for an absolute ass and a petty tyrant for years longer than I should have, simply because I didn't want to get fired.  The cure as it turned out was to get fired anyway and learn that life goes on.

The next thing I used to be afraid of was quitting a job without having another lined up.  This comes from the same place as the above.  And eventually I got the cure via a similar means.  I was at a job and there was a change in supervisors from a woman with whom I got along famously to a woman who apparently took lessons from the tyrant.  I could see the writing on the wall and even though I had nowhere to jump to, I jumped.  I ended up back at the temporary agency that had placed me in the first place and got placed with my present employer and have been work-wise relatively happy ever since.

I fear disappointing my female significant other.  This goes back to my mother and has carried over to whomever currently holds the title of wife / fiancée / girlfriend.  I tend to value their opinions and affection over my own opinion and so I am afraid to disappoint.  This too plays into my wanting to be loved and fear of abandonment and rejection.  I am working on this.  That is not to say that I want to be a cad and dismissive of my woman.  I just need to remember that my power is mine and that it is my job to be the boss of me and not her.

And I fear succeeding.  Much like the first two, it is a fear of the unknown.  In areas that really mattered to me, I have succeeded so little that I do not know if I can achieve it or if I can handle it if I do achieve it.  Recently, through my work in ACoA, I have found that this is abating.  My confidence level is increasing and I expect there to be many positive changes for me soon.  As I am becoming fond of saying, the only way to do it is go through it.  Yeah, I am a sloganeer.

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Here's a very Halloween appropriate song about fear.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Finishing touches

The last two entries on the Laundry List are:
  • Alcoholism is a family disease; and we became para-alcoholics [co-dependents] and took on the characteristics of that disease even though we did not pick up the drink.
  • Para-alcoholics are reactors rather than actors
I didn't respond to them in my post about Dirty Laundry because I was tired and was having trouble wrapping my head around what they meant and thus whether they applied. Well, I have had some sleep since then (at Kathy's insistence) and I can finally address these.

In looking at the first one, to me this is kind of self-evident.  We would not be in the program if we did not start acting like one.  I have mentioned previous the relationship addiction and the addict like behavior I had concerning it, the evasion, the craving, etc.  So this one too applies.

And the last one took a while to sink in, but it applies to me too.  I am a behind the scenes kind of guy.  I tend to keep balls rolling once they start, but rarely am I the guy to get things started, to make things happen.  Of course, with the assumptions I have been operating under about being able to get what I want, this is to be expected.

I have since moved onto Step 5 and Step 6 is upcoming, but I like to finish what I start and so I figured I would finish these.

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Speaking of Kathy...

Friday, October 28, 2011

November is National Novel Writing Month

And I am going to try for the second time ever to write a novel in November for NaNoWriMo.  But that takes about two to three hours a night if I want to finish by Thanksgiving.  So all of November (at least until I finish the novel) will be a series of Monday style posts.

I hope that I do not disappoint you in doing this and if any of you would be interested in actually reading this thing, let me know.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

If you leave me now...

I've talked a lot about my purported lovability deficit that lies at the heart of my relationship addiction and problems, but I have not talked much about my abandonment issues.  In truth, it's because I still am having trouble wrapping my head how I could and did feel abandoned in a family where both my mother and father were present growing up.

If someone loses a parent due to divorce, death, or actual abandonment, issues about it happening in love relationships are easy to figure out.  But how can a parent who is there not be there?  That is the question and I think I have the answer.  In looking at my family it was about rejection, a similar place as to from where the love issues come.

A kid does not get to rule the entire family. Adults have to make decisions based in information and situations that a child cannot understand.  That said, if a kid never gets his way, if a kid's ideas, desires, thoughts, etc. never count, then a kid feels rejected.  He is alone in a house full of people.

And I can count on one hand the things that I really wanted in childhood that I ever got.  Not just material stuff.  Approval.  Understanding.  Acceptance.  It was not "My way or the highway" with my parents.  It was more "My way and you will shut up and like it."  There was no highway.  The closest we got was "Eat what I cooked or don't eat," because at least we had the option of not eating (which I did do once).

I am sure I am exaggerating some on this.  I mean, I know we had Cap'n Crunch in the house, so I had to get my way about something (because I am fairly certain my mother would have rather eaten Crisco for breakfast than Cap'n Crunch).  But again it is important to remember that these ideas and conclusions come from a child's far from objective view point.

But at least it is less a mystery to me now.  And knowing this is the beginning of the end of my self-distortion to gain approval.

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Tomorrow, I hope to talk about the last few items on the Laundry List and how they apply (or do not) to me.

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Chicago, a great group and an area I hope to revisit soon.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Games People Play

I like to play games.  Game games.  Board games like Monopoly, although Monopoly itself I do not really like.  Card games.  Lots of card games.  I have played at least twice:
  • Bid whist
  • Poker (multiple variations)
  • Euchre
  • Gin Rummy
  • 500 Rummy
  • Canasta
  • Spades
  • Hearts
  • Pitch
  • Baccarat
  • (I Declare) War
  • Spider Solitaire
  • Klondike Solitaire
  • Uno
  • Phase IV
  • Sorry Revenge
  • Old Maid
  • Crazy Eights
  • 52 Card Pickup (I was slow to get it)
I play some computer games, like Zuma's Revenge and Freedom Force (the greatest computer game of all time as far as I am concerned).  I like sudoku.  I like game shows and some puzzles.  But there is a set of games that I do not generally play and I am not good at.  The human games.

Since I always felt apart from people, I never learned the social rituals and expectations.  In truth many of them still do not make sense.  So to figure out why other people do what they do, I read a book on a psychological discipline called Transactional Analysis.  The book was titled Games People Play.

It helped me make "sense" of some behaviors that puzzled me.  I put sense in quotes because in my meaning / thinking they still do not make sense, but I understood better why people do them.  The games have very good descriptive names like Why Don't You? Yes, But... and Let's You and Him Fight.  But there were many they did not write about, ones I have seen in relationships, including my own.

One is asking a question for reassurance and not the actual answer.  I would just as soon you say to me "Honey, I am feeling a little insecure about my attractiveness.  Please pay me a compliment" than you ask me "Does my blank look blank in this?"  Fortunately, I think I may have found someone in Kathy who would actually do that, or at least not ask me a question with a loaded answer.

Another I first saw in a movie and only years later did I live it and figure out why it struck a chord with me.  It was in the movie A Star Is Born, the Barbra Streisand version.  Toward the end Barbra's character wanted Kris Kristofferson's character to fight with her to somehow prove that he cared.  In that scenario to her, fighting with her meant that he loved her.

I did not understand it when I saw it, and I only intellectually understand it now.  But that is because of how conflict habituated relationships are bad for me emotionally.  I think fighting is a false indicator of passion, because I know some people who do not really care what they are fighting about; they just like to fight.

So I try to avoid games whenever possible.  The exception is my infrequent trips into deviousness, such as at work, and in deciding whom gets to really know me.  But unlike the other games I play, human games I do not ever hope to be good at.

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The Spinners

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Sweet dreams

Without explaining the whys or revealing the business of my employer, suffice it to say I have been up for about 40 of the past 48 hours...working. So you get a Monday installment on Tuesday.

More ACoA goodness tomorrow. Good night.

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Monday, October 24, 2011

Married to the mob

Never be so wedded to your beliefs that new information contrary to your beliefs is dismissed out of hand before dispassionate examination. — me

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Speaking of weddings...



And by the lady who wrote it.


The gift that keeps on giving

At the ACoA forum I frequent a poster asked the question "How do I raise my children to not be ACoA?"  This is a very important question.  One of the first exercises you're asked to do in ACoA is chart how the effects of alcoholism have propagated across your entire family.

Beyond alcoholism and marrying alcoholics, things such as rage addiction, perfectionism, and gambling appear as the scars of the ravages of the disease.  It leaves a mark in many different ways.  And naturally one would want to contain something so powerful and virulent.  But how?

Well, first of all, we need to learn new behaviors.  We need to find out how we should have been raised and do that.  This is no easy feat.  We know the way we were raised and that's the first thing in our arsenal.  And learning new behaviors from the outside starts out feeling artificial and stiff.

But eventually new behaviors may be internalized and accepted as our own.  And the old adage applies here: fake it until you make it.  Because otherwise you are planting the ACoA seed.  Beyond learning new behaviors, it is important to understand your old behaviors and where the come from, so that you might actually be motivated to change a behavior that otherwise might work for you.

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I think it funny that there are now ads appearing on my page for a dating site when I just recently admitting to having a serial relationship problem.

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For those that have interest in my love life, suffice it to say that things with Kathy and me have been going well.  I am trying not to fall too far too fast, but it is hard with a such a nice lady.

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Besides not letting your children grow up to be ACoA, you probably want to keep them away from the whole cowboy thing too.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Family time

I spent a good part of the afternoon pumpkin carving with my grandchildren, my niece, my son, my ex-son-in-law, my ex-wife, and her first ex-husband (and current paramour).  It was a nice afternoon, but a little strange because of the combo.

Because you don't want the little ones using the little saws and little knives you use for pumpkin carving, it was adults doing the carving.  And as often happens on the ex-wife's side of things, the alcohol came out.  It was just beer, and everyone who drinks the stuff (which does not include me) stayed relatively sober.  I'm thinking the fear of removing an appendage might have helped that along.

But it reminded me of my younger times.  We did not ever carve pumpkins when I was younger, but there were other family occasions like the one I was just in, only the alcohol signaled the beginning of bad times.  My father would act odd or look bad.  My mother would get angry and frustrated.  And everyone would suffer, because, as the saying goes, "if Mama ain't happy, ain't no one happy."

The truly sad part about it all is that it was entirely preventable.  Yes, of course if my dad had not had the beer in the first place.  But also if my mother had just realized that she was not in charge of the rest of the world in general and my father in specific.  I mean, in all honesty, my dad when he was drunk would at first get stupid and hard to understand and then eventually if unprovoked he would just fall to sleep.

I know that others had more belligerent or cruel alcoholics in their lives and that even a peaceful drunk is still a drunk, but it just seemed a little kindness and a little remembering what you could and could not have controlled could have saved us from some misery (and me from a therapist's bill).

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Here is one happy mama!


Saturday, October 22, 2011

Make Me Lose Control

A recurring theme with this week's step work in ACoA is control.  One of the things that causes a problem is the misunderstanding of what can and cannot be controlled in an ACoA's life.  The Serenity Prayer is the cornerstone of that effort:

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.

Often in an ACoA's early life they have had to take on a role they were not supposed to have, whether it was an adviser to a drunk parent, a protector of the household, a chancellor of the exchequer, or a replacement companion for an absent spouse.

This is how ACoAs can be so reliable and yet so naive about the human condition.  They have learned life out of order.  In my case, I would have to say that my relationship with my mother took on an inappropriate level.

My father worked a lot.  Early on, he worked two jobs.  He would come home tired and not be worth much.  Back then I didn't think he drank on work days, but I could be mistaken.  Later, instead of working two jobs, he would salvage scrap and valuable items from the trash route to make extra money.  This involved a friend of his and drinking.

I was my mother's favorite child.  I was a literal answer to a prayer in that I was the first biological child of she and my father's together to live (my older sister is adopted).  I was also fairly smart and so I represented to my mother a hope for the entire family.

I became a confidant of sorts, not about my mother's relationship with my father, but just someone to talk to who actually understood many of the things she was saying.  My love for having philosophical conversations comes from her imparting her wisdom and that of my grandfather.

But I always felt I was too responsible for my mother's happiness.  I felt a lot of pressure to succeed and felt alienated when my definition for success did not meet hers.  Childhood is precious and should not be about pressure.  It is easy to see how a kid can get confused.

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Cleveland's own Eric Carmen.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

What's on my mind.

I am going to do some freestyle stream of consciousness writing tonight, as I don't have a specific topic ACoA-wise or otherwise (as I am not in the mood to tell the tale of the Wally Wood cartoon yet).  I am feeling off tonight and that usually means there is something to talk about that I have not brought to the surface and stream writing generally brings that to the fore.

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I have tried to write this paragraph several times.  I keep stopping and starting, which is against the whole purpose of the exercise.  I want to talk about it not going well with my granddaughter's school work.  I want to talk about my unassigned sadness.  I want to talk about letting a friend down in his hour of need.  I want to talk about all of that.  But the fact that I am being careful seems to me to say that I am afraid of what the answers will be.

—§—

Regarding my granddaughter, I think that I am lamenting that being average will probably be an achievement for her.  I hope that I am giving her tools to help her survive in this world.  But I just feel inadequate right now and ineffectual.  Perhaps I am having more of an effect than I can perceive.  You never know.

—§—

My friend is in a battle for custody of his children and while at one point he had sufficient funds to see it through, he has, through delays by his ex, lost his funding and now, just a few weeks from trial, will probably lose his attorney.  He came to me for funds, but between the arrangement I made with my ex-wife and a very expensive car repair, I just could help him.  It's not my fight, but I still feel culpable.

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I am sad about the unpleasant things I have to remember about my family life.  Kathy's first impressions about my parents have come from this blog and that saddens me.  But she had a wonderful attitude about it, saying that my parents must have had something going on right or I would not be as okay as I am.

I know my parents loved each other but somehow in exploring their flaws and our family pathology I have made it seem that they were emotionally absent monsters.  There were good times too.  And I guess while I need to work through the bad things I need to occasionally stop and remember the good things too.

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I'm starting to put some pressure on myself regarding Kathy.  I think it goes back to yesterday's blog about that dumb cartoon.  Now that I think well of her, I am really wanting things to work out with Kathy and I am feeling the fingers of pressure at my throat.  But now is where my ACoA learning has to come to the fore and I just have to hand my fears and my tendency to try and force things up to the Higher Power.

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I really do not have a song that fits what I am doing here, so I am just going to think of a song I would like to feature and feature it.  Got it.  Enjoy.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

That dumb cartoon

Considering my affiliation with graphic arts over my lifetime, it is only fitting that a lot of my life and world out look was colored by three works of graphic art.  I talked earlier about my challenge to accrue wealth coming from that stupid sign my father put up.  At some point, I will explain how a Wallace Wood cartoon from Mad Magazine forever changed my perceptions of female pulchritude.

But this time I would like to talk about a cartoon that has kept me at bay from achieving almost everything I have ever truly wanted for many, many years.  Back in my day, one of the "strips" in the Sunday comics section was, in fact, a weekly horoscope.  Besides listing a prediction for the week for every sign, it also spotlighted a sign for some feature or purpose or another, accompanied by a single panel illustration.

Well, being a clever young toddler (I forget how early I started reading but I was an old pro at it by Kindergarten), I knew my astrological sign, which is Cancer or Moon Children depending on who's laying out the horoscope.  And on the fateful Sunday in question the feature was on my sign.

The illustration was of a young boy looking wistfully into the inside of a toy store IIRC, but it could have been a candy shop.  It was clearly something that a young kid would yearn for, long for, desire.  And the caption was something amounting to my sign being forever frustrated in achieving our desires.  I don't remember the exact wording, but the line from the song Desperado always remind me of it: "You only want the things that you can't get."

Now I think astrology is without merit or basis in much of anything.  So now, with my adult brain, I believe that dumb cartoon was a bunch of hooey put together to meet a deadline.  The problem is that poor little impressionable toddler did not realize that he was reading bunkum.  And he believed it.  And he owned it.

And for most of my fifty years to one degree or another, I have lived it.  The more I really wanted something, the harder it seemed for me to get it.  The knowledge of the adult has never triumphed over the fear of the child, at least until recently.

The thing I have been doing for a number of things lately has been turning over my needs and desires to the Higher Power, operating with the understanding that I will be given that which I truly need and that which I desire that is within the Higher Power's greater plan for me and everything else.

And so now, many years later, I believe I will soon be free from one of those three drawings.  Good bye, dumb cartoon.

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Linda Ronstadt again.  And I've also included the Eagles.  Your pick.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Dirty Laundry

One of the key documents in the ACoA compendium is The Laundry List, which is a list of behaviors and traits common to an adult child of an alcoholic.  While an ACoA may have some of the behaviors, no two have to have the same ones.  The Laundry List is this:
  1. We became isolated and afraid of people and authority figures.
  2. We became approval seekers and lost our identity in the process.
  3. We are frightened of angry people and any personal criticism.
  4. We either become alcoholics, marry them or both, or find another compulsive personality such as a workaholic to fulfill our sick abandonment needs.
  5. We live life from the viewpoint of victims and we are attracted by that weakness in our love and friendship relationships.
  6. We have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility and it is easier for us to be concerned with others rather than ourselves; this enables us not to look too closely at our own faults, etc.
  7. We get guilt feelings when we stand up for ourselves instead of giving in to others.
  8. We became addicted to excitement.
  9. We confuse love and pity and tend to "love" people we can "pity" and "rescue."
  10. We have "stuffed" our feelings from our traumatic childhoods and have lost the ability to feel or express our feelings because it hurts so much (Denial).
  11. We judge ourselves harshly and have a very low sense of self-esteem.
  12. We are dependent personalities who are terrified of abandonment and will do anything to hold on to a relationship in order not to experience painful abandonment feelings, which we received from living with sick people who were never there emotionally for us.
  13. Alcoholism is a family disease; and we became para-alcoholics [co-dependents] and took on the characteristics of that disease even though we did not pick up the drink.
  14. Para-alcoholics are reactors rather than actors.
    Part of the step work that we do requires that we identify which of these apply to us with examples.  And so, if I may...

    Number 2 showed itself in my tendency to try to warp myself to my woman's expectations in order to keep the relationship going rather than being myself.  If I was with a woman that liked, say, the Atlantic Monthly, then I would start reading the Atlantic Monthly.  There was a time when my first girlfriend broke up with me that I had to actively rediscover what was me and what I had added to me in order to get along with her.

    Number 3 applies, except frightened is not quite the right word.  The best replacement that means how I felt it is kryptonite.  Anger and personal criticism weakened me, it robbed me of my vitality and resolve.  There was one particular son of a female dog in radio who would ride me so hard that on my lunch hour I would drive someplace relatively far from the radio station and just cry.

    Number 4 happened in a couple of different ways.  There was a time that I got briefly serious with an active alcoholic in a relationship.  She was a great gal when sober but a complete mess when drunk.  And I was seriously trying to figure out how to make it work.  (After all, my mother made it "work" with my dad.)  Her dumping me for questioning the viability of the relationship may have been the biggest favor ever done me. The other way it happened is that I found a woman with rage issues to basically "play the part of my mother" in my family drama.

    Number 6 has manifested itself over and over again.  I am constantly doing things for other people without making sure I have time for myself.  I do homework every night with my granddaughter, not at all an easy thing to do.  I thoroughly cleaned the ex-girlfriend's house for her twice and seemingly always had a chore to do when I visited.

    Number 8 tends to show when I am participating in internet forums.  I would post a strong opinion.  Someone would counter.  I would furiously type back again.  I would refresh the page over and over again, looking for a response so I could pounce and immediately defend my position.  It was in such a situation at the ACoA board that I finally realized that this was one of my problems too.

    Number 10 is the corked bottle phenomenon.  I try not to feel things because when I feel them it hurts too bad.  Feelings are irrational and uncontrollable.  There was a reason I found Star Trek's Vulcanism fascinating.

    Number 11 I have tried to explain to people is split for me.  I am easily my own harshest critic.  It was a fear of my eviscerating myself that kept me from completing even this simple exercise.  However, my self esteem is not really low.  You at this point would point out my unlovability problem as evidence to the contrary.  But I would argue that my belief of unlovability was a conclusion based on evidence and not a belief that there was something wrong with me.  I guess I am saying that I was unlovable, but that was the world's problem and not mine.

    Number 12 is the relationship addiction that I have talked about several times here.  I have done a number of questionable things to keep a relationship alive.  I somehow need to have tangible proof of my lovability in order to believe it.

    The last two are phrased so differently than the others that I cannot decide if they apply or not.  I will revisit them when I am less tired.  (This is being written at 1:17 AM on Monday Night / Tuesday Morning).

    So far, so good.  No overwhelming flood of emotions.  I have decided that this is my week to get moving again on the ACoA steps and so I am doing my step work out loud, both here and at the ACoA board.

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    I'll light a candle for good luck...

    Monday, October 17, 2011

    I'm a bad boy.

    I'm an addict.  Even after I was supposed to stop talking to women, I kept talking to one that I was talking to: Kathy from yesterday.  I believe she is different than what has gone before, in part because I am different than what has gone before. As she is fond of saying, you never know.

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    Dedicated to Kathy:

    Sunday, October 16, 2011

    Yes. I must admit it's getting better.

    The most encouraging time in self-improvement is when you can actually see it, when you know the difference between how you were and how you now are, it being how you wanted to become.  Today I had an illustration of how much I have grown over time.

    After my first girlfriend (who made it all the way up to fiancee) dropped me I met a number of women on line and had little to no success.  I then met a woman I will call Ellen.  She was what I thought at the time I wanted in a woman, by looks, by lifestyle, by attitude.  I struck up a conversation with her and we hit it off.

    We had made plans to talk on line at one point via chat, but she did not appear at the designated time.  And I panicked.  Not a little bit.  A lot.  I had decided that she hated me and I had lost my only chance at happiness in the entire history of recorded time.  I tried to contact her via every means I possessed.  I was seriously freaking out.

    Well, when I finally got in touch with her, she was not amused.  I was reeking with the abandonment and lovability fear that I now know is the result of being an ACoA.  She dropped me and never looked back and I thought this was just another in my hard luck world view going all the way back to "that dumb cartoon", which like "that stupid sign" will be the subject of a future essay.

    Fast forward to today.  I have been talking to a woman I will call Kathy.  She is beginning to mean quite a lot to me.  On Friday night, I talked to her until the late hours.  On Saturday I took my granddaughter to the North Carolina State Fair.  Since I have met Kathy, we have been in fairly regular contact.  I would send her a text in the morning.  She would send me one.

    Well, after it would be a reasonable time for her to be awake, I still had not heard from Kathy.  And that same old panicky feeling returned.  I did the normal things, including calling one time instead of texting and trying the home phone instead of the cell, in case the cell was lost.  Nothing.

    And I was ready to go to the nut house.  Only now I knew what was kicking in.  From a purely fact base basis this woman liked me and if she was not available, there was a good reason.  I knew I was being irrational and I lifted up my fear to the Higher Power and went back having my day with my granddaughter.

    Well, as we went to the Ferris wheel (a favorite ride of Kathy's as it turns out), there was a fun-house type of ride called Surf's Up.  I have, for reasons that do not entirely make sense, associated Kathy with Beach Boys music and so that prompted me to check my phone.  Kathy was alive and well and simply had forgotten her phone that morning.  I gleefully texted her that we were getting on the Ferris wheel and wishing she was there.

    Was I still in a bad place as far as freaking out goes?  Yes.  But now I can handle it differently and see this as the beginning of the new me.  And I have ACA (and Kathy) to thank.

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    Sir Paul again

    Saturday, October 15, 2011

    Everybody wants to rule the world

    In the Myers Briggs Type Indicator, I am an INTJ.  In the Keirsey Temperament Theory, this equates to a Strategic Contender Rational Mastermind.  This type is a plotter and planner, a schemer who operates behind the scenes and out of the spotlight.  Their backup plans have backup plans.  They tend to play poker or chess with the world at large, trying to stay a move ahead.

    One example of this is my campaign of following a direct order that is in my estimation stupid.  After having tried and failed to argue the issuer out of their stupid command, I conclude that the quickest way to be done with the stupid rule is to implement it as quickly and thoroughly as possible, so as to cause the train wreck that I have foreseen, thus requiring the issuer to reevaluate based not on my projections but actual reality.  Around my office this has come to be known as "My evil plan."

    This trait of strategizing the world is the source of my dichotomy between being honest and being devious.  As I said before, I am honest but only to direct questions and only to people I first meet or people who afterward have demonstrated that such candor is desired.

    Because I hold things back, reserve an ace to play, I guess I lie by omission.  I have always had difficulty with that definition of a lie.  Since I was raised that people who did not need to know my business did not need to know my business, I tend to undershare and I reserve the right to evaluate what is or is not germane, whether or not you would like to know what I am reserving.

    Thus there are some people who think that I am laconic, that I hardly talk about anything and I am unwilling to be open and intimate.  The problem is that I shared something that I thought was important and received a reaction that I felt undermined the intimacy that I was giving.  It could have been a negation of my feelings, something that happened a lot when I grew up ("Oh, you don't mean that").  It could have been hysterical (for lack of a better word).  But whatever it was, it made me say "Forget it.  I'll talk to somebody else."

    On Doctor Phil there was a couple where the man confessed to being obsessed with internet porn and his wife was distraught, thinking that it would be the end of their marriage, issuing ultimatums and from my perspective generally being unpleasant about the whole thing.  At one point, Doctor Phil told the wife that it was how she was addressing the problem that was causing the greater problem.

    Phil pointed out that the guy wanted to save the marriage and come to an understanding (and that he even went on the freaking Doctor Phil show) and that she needed to change her perspective and help him rather than antagonize him.  He then offered them professional help.

    Because she was stuck on being hurt and fear of losing the marriage, she had stopped listening to him and relating to him.  And that is the kind of thing that for me results in not telling the truth.

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    What else?

    Friday, October 14, 2011

    Honesty

    I have two personality traits that are in conflict with each other.  I am honest.  Very, very almost painfully honest.  If a cashier gives me back more change than I am due, I will bring it to her attention and return it. If you ask me what I think and you are in the group of people 1) that want to know the honest answer and 2) that I care about enough to give the honest answer, you will get the answer.

    But that answer there is illustrative of the conflict and the second personality trait.  I am devious.  I am almost Lex Luthor devious.  I am not criminal.  I am not evil.  But I play a sort of mental chess with you based on how much I value you in my life, how much you seem to value the truth in communication, how emotionally you react to things, etc.

    In my last relationship, my former girlfriend lamented that she wanted the relationship with me that I had with my closest male friend, in terms of intimacy, candor, and philosophical conversation.  What she did not know and I did not tell her was that she lost that chance not all that long after we started seeing each other.

    If you are angry with me, I do not expect you to not show it.  But if you want to talk to me about what you are angry about, you have to be able to talk to me, not yell, scream, fight, etc.  And if you are in a place where you cannot do that, you have to possess enough adult restraint to know that, announce that, and revisit the topic when you can talk about it without throwing something at my head.

    Well, early on in the relationship I "confessed" to something that I thought she would be displeased about.  She reacted very emotionally and while she said she wanted to talk about it, all talking about it in that moment did was make it worse.  She then stopped talking to me at all, the best decision of the whole skein, and then the issue was sort of glossed over and never resolved to my satisfaction.

    But that is not the only way that I am devious and in (hopefully) my next post, I will enlighten you further.

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    Billy Joel sings the title song today.

    Thursday, October 13, 2011

    Good bye

    I finally quietly made official something I had been avoiding.  My not-yet-ex wife and I will finally, officially be divorcing.  We came to handshake terms on the financial end of it over dinner at our favorite restaurant when we were a couple.

    After laying out my proposed adjustment to what she was originally asking for, to which she agreed, I asked her the question that I already knew the answer to but the ever hopeless romantic felt it needed to be asked: was there any going back?

    In truth, I know in my head that there was not.  First, it has been quite clear that she has moved on in her life.  Someone else is in her picture.  External circumstances which led to us ending have not changed for her and she has vowed she will not be marrying anyone until they do.

    But even if none of that was true, I knew there was no going back because really and truly, I would not want back.  We had some good moments together.  She makes a heck of complimentary teammate in hard times.  But we did not work.  It is just that cut and dried.

    But most importantly, I am a different person now.  Working with ACA and going through therapy, I know that I want a relationship that (unless she has changed more than I thought) could not happen.  For one small example, I need less drama and turmoil.  For another, I need to be willingly heard.  As much as I care about her, and in truth I still do, that would not be happening for the foreseeable future.

    And this is okay.  Things run their course and I believe a bright future still lies ahead.  For both of us.  Just not together.

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    Mary Hopkin.  Yeah, I did not know who she was when she was famous either.  But Paul McCartney wrote the song and he just got married, so enjoy.