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Power dynamics

4/25/2019

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I just watched a short video on YouTube put out by Vogue that featured female models talking about some of the fucked up things they encountered from their agencies and the male figures they worked with in the industry.  I was all set to grouse about how unfair it was that I have to deal with young women in my world who don't know what they want, and how they try to get me to jump through hoops, and how that indicates that they don't care for me, and so on. But, in my case, all I really have to do is say "no" to all of that and that settles the issue.  A waitress or barista in my world doesn't wield so much power over me that "no" wouldn't be a totally acceptable solution to whatever dilemma they might or might not put out there for me to deal with.

It's not that I'm against the IDEA of getting to know one of these types better.  It's more in how it plays out.  It plays out that I invariably wind up dealing with a person whose trying to get me to do whatever it is they want me to do, and the whole reason they try to get me to do whatever it is they want me to do in the first place is to see if they can get me to do whatever it is they want me to do, and that's about all there is to their game.  There never seems to be a genuine offer of friendship on the table at all.  I can only conclude that these young women know how to flirt with certain men, and that they may have learned that they can manipulate certain men, but in the general sense they don't know what they want as far as the type of man they want, or what they want in the make up of a romantic love relationship.   And, these are the ones who aren't just flat out playing cruel rejection games with me.

My only advice to such women, in regards to me, is the advice I give myself: if they find qualities they like in me, such as intelligence, or insight, or a sense of humor, but feel that there's too many things about me they are not comfortable with; maybe they can tell themselves that they can look for qualities they like about me in someone they are more comfortable with.  That person might be closer to their own age, or not an insane person, or whatever.  I do it.  I say, "Yeah, Cindy's really young and cute, and she seems nice, and she's pretty easy to talk to, but I want someone who actually wants to go out with me.  So, I guess I want someone who has some youth and cuteness still in them, but whose not going to balk at the age difference, and has maybe seen enough of life to know they could do a lot worse than a mentally ill guy who can take care of himself pretty good, and who does not smoke, do drugs. or drink alcohol, and has some ambition about at least producing good art, even if the market never really finds him."  Yep, that's what I tell myself all the time.

I've said in previous posts that there is one person in the last twenty years that I would like a do over in regards to.  In thinking about this post, I've changed my mind on that.  The last time I saw Lauren, in 2010, she was three days away from moving to Waco to go to law school.  I liked her, she was attractive, our conversation came light and easy, she liked my sense of humor, but, on that last day of work for her, as we left for the day, she kind of slowed down and had a look on her face that displayed that she was in a quandary.  I just took that as my cue to wish her good luck in law school and bolt out of there.  For years I've regretted that.  But, this evening I realized that, in getting the hell out of there in reaction to the look on her face, I was responding to the notion that she still might have had doubts about me.  At least, that is how I read it at the time.  

My reaction came from several times in my life where I reacted in pretty much the same way.  The first time I reacted in a similar manner was in regards to Sara in 1988, when I felt as if I were, once again, being asked to prove something to a friend of hers.  I hadn't seen Sara in two months during UT Summer School, and one of her friends, whom I'd also hadn't seen in a long time, started coughing stagily as we both painted, just the two of us, in a large art school studio one night.  Then and there I decided I'd had it with Sara.  Another time, in the Summer of 1991, in New York City, I went to Tommy's gallery to see if I could hunt down Ann Marie.  I'd seen her on the street outside this gallery in midtown Manhattan several weeks prior.  This was after I'd let go of her in a rather decisive fashion at the end of the Spring Semester, and thus at the end of my time in grad school.  I went into Tommy's gallery, a young guy sat at the desk, and I asked if an old classmate was working there that day.  This guy said that Lance was on vacation.  I then heard a woman on the phone from an office behind the front desk.  It could've been Ann Marie, but at this point I didn't even know if Ann Marie really worked there.  The young woman I heard finished her phone conversation, the young man coughed or cleared his throat, and I walked out.  Another time, in 1997, I was at a party where Snolly showed up.  Long story short, I'd somehow "proved" sufficiently to some of the people in this group that I wasn't a rapist, and Snolly was mixed up in all of that bullshit.  I talked to her a little at this party, then walked to the store for cigarettes, and when I got back she was gone.  Whatever else Snolly thought of me after that encounter, she must have realized that I wasn't trying super hard to get with her.  Young men from that peer group seemed glad to see me for years after that whole episode.

So yeah, in regards to Lauren, the young woman going off to law school, I'd just conditioned myself over many years to let stuff go when such a crossroads presented itself.  This tendency to do this has everything to do with the compromised situations I'd found myself in while in my early twenties.  In each instance, I feel that I could have been dealing with a young woman who really didn't know if she wanted things to go to a sexual place with me, or any other place, and I, for my part, looking back, feel like I put too much pressure on myself to make something happen.  So, any young woman who tries to put me in a position where I'm confused and at a loss is really stirring up dark, unpleasant associations- not just these compromised-situation-associations, but times where young women were deliberately playing cruel rejection games with me- any young woman who tries to put me in some kind of existential, romantic love equivalent to a flight or fight situation is not in good company, and my best response, as a far as I can tell, is to just get the hell out.
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Finished outlining issue #18

4/24/2019

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Issue number 18 closes out this section of "The Legend of Richy Vegas."  I hope to put in out in mid-June.  Then I will start writing notes, outlining, and laying out text for the next five issues.  I think the next section will take five issues.  It has to do with t he crazy stuff that started going on in my head after I made things right with Jenna.  The last issue of the next section will have me going into the psychiatric hospital.   

I've talked about the anticipation of my next birthday (55).  I don't want to go into details for the uninitiated, but I just have to ride this notion that the Legend will play out on my birthday.  I've got about a month and a half to roll this stuff over in my head.  In the past, as these dates would approach, I typically would start to really let go of these notions that the Legend of Richy Vegas would show up in the real world.  I don't anticipate anything different this time.
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Filtering stuff out

4/20/2019

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In  the Fall of 1986 I took a class on Geoffrey Chaucer and The Canterbury Tales.  At the beginning of the semester I'd had a nervous breakdown at a friend's party that capped my romantic pursuit of an unavailable young woman.  Looking to rebound from that experience, I tried to make it about an Asian-American girl in the Chaucer class.

Over the course of the semester there was this and that as far as flirtations and so forth, and the teacher, who seemed to have a feminist axe to grind in her coverage of the stories, seemed to provide a running Greek chorus to whatever went on between myself and this young woman, which wasn't much of anything, really.

Nonetheless, I would play my roommate's Iggy Pop record with its version of "China Girl," a song later made famous by David Bowie, when I was at home in order to signify that I carried a torch for this young woman.  Really.

I eventually asked her out, she said she had a boyfriend, and not much else- at least not much else in regards to this post.  It wasn't some big traumatic crash and burn episode, but, as I thought about it further on into my undergraduate career, I wondered if I really needed to ask her out in the first place.  

I've concluded that it wasn't the worst thing to ask her out, but, based on the experience of it, I would just as soon not go there in the first place if I can help it.  Back around the beginning of this decade, I decided to try to overcome a fear of rejection by asking out whomever I felt like asking out.  This meant the young waitresses and baristas in my world, mostly.  I compiled quite an oh-fer on that expedition.  Since that time when I asked a bunch of young women out, I looked back at my time with Sara in my last days of UT, and how I played chicken with the notion that I would just blow off LOVE this one time to see what would really happen; I decided that was not such a bad approach in the end.  I've found myself much more satisfied with the outcomes of my interactions with these young women in my world when I factored in my approach to the dilemmas that Sara presented way back in 1988.

Anyhow, I've decided that maybe I lack an ability to filter out unimportant interactions with these young women in my world, and that that may be a big part of my problem.  This may be because of my love addiction (it's certainly a symptom of it, in my opinion).  I've even thought it might be something really freaky, such as a membrane that never formed in the space in the center of my brain where the lobes encounter the top of the spinal cord when I was in the womb because my mom might have had the flu or something.  They've found this lack of membrane thing to be an indicator of schizophrenia in later life.  I don't know if my deal with these young women is as elemental as that, but if it helps me to think along those lines in regards to somehow LEARNING  how to filter unimportant interactions with young women in my world, so be it.

These last several posts talked about a young woman in my world I have a fondness for.  The turnaround on her-from the first notion that she may present possibilities to the point where I decide against pursuing her romantically- the turnaround on her took a week and five days.  That's pretty good.  Readers of this blog know I can be tied up in knots about weird shit like the Invisible Woman for weeks or months at a time, so a week and five days to make such a decision is, I hope, a sign of progress.

I'll show my readers my math on her.  Okay, first there were issues about whether this young woman was even available and/or interested in the first place.  Second, she works at one of these businesses that I patronize on a regular basis, which is a deal that's never worked for me.  Thirdly, a couple of interactions I had with her did not seem to show a side of her that had any enthusiasm for me.  Fourthly, and this is the kicker, I entertained notions of bending over backwards to accommodate her in an effort to make everything work out between us and also be okay with everyone else, and what might she do in return?  I stopped myself there.  She might not have been shitty about me asking her out, but I guess we'll never know.

I guess that I would like to approach someone who has some of the qualities of youth and beauty this young woman has, but I couldn't help but feel just a little jerked around by her.  I don't like jerked around.  Since I've quit drinking I've had more overt offers for dating from a few women-LOTS more overt than anything this woman might or might not be putting out there- but I had reasons to turn them down.  So, some combination of things I like about her, but someone who does not do the "mixed signal" thing, thank you very much.  Oh, one more thing; I'm not up for a running debate in my head about whether or not this young woman deliberately, consciously puts out mixed signals, or whether that is all in my head.  Nope, I'm just deciding I don't want any part of that.
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It has been twenty years since my last crash and burn episode

4/16/2019

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Issue number 4 of my comic book, "Anita, You're the Reason I'm Not In Prison," covers my last crash and burn episode involving the machinations of a failed love interest and her confederates.  That occurred twenty years ago this year.  The main lesson I took away from that episode was this: even though I was on psychiatric medication, even though I had a pretty good understanding of my diagnosis, even though I saw a therapist as well as a psychiatrist, and even though I had the support and understanding of friends and family, I could still have a crash and burn episode.  And so I did.

It's not been just my dumbass luck that I have not had similar to identical types of occurrences happen in these past twenty years.  I didn't have some magical medication change that solved this problem, and the world hasn't changed in this regard so much as I have.  I've encountered a lot of asshole women over the twenty years since June, 1999, along with their confederates, and my record in dealing with their shit is pretty good overall.  Over the years, bit by bit, I've gotten much better at taking care of myself.  First it was the smoking, then the drinking and drugs, and finally the issues with love addiction, which constituted the heart of the crash and burn problem in the first place.

I can't fully communicate here how much better my life has become since I taught myself how to thwart crash and burn episodes from visiting themselves on my being and my life.  Back before I received my diagnosis and treatment for mental illness, these kinds of episodes would go off in my face like Old Faithful in Yellowstone.  I could pretty much set a watch by counting on such an occurrence every six months, year, year and a half, or two years apart.  The interruptions to my life that these nervous breakdown episodes wrought....sucked.  That's about all I have to say.  I've been able to take on longterm creative projects such as my comic book series and the study of guitar and songwriting accompanied by the regular production of solo albums and solo performances, because my whole purpose in life is not wrenched apart by bouts of crippling self-doubt about whether I'm doing anything meaningful with my time and energy.

I think the impulse that motivated the antagonists in "Anita, You're the Reason I'm Not In Prison" stemmed from the idea that the results of their efforts would come off as really funny, because my reaction would come off as really funny, I guess.   In more recent times this one gal at one of these businesses would seem to get a kick out of what I would write about this or that situation I would find myself in, and she in turn, in my estimation, tried to yank my chain just a few weeks ago.  While it's true that I can come off as pretty funny at times when I write about some of these situations, I don't like people trying to orchestrate traumatic experiences just to see how I react.  That just comes off as really sadistic.

The decisions I make in the coming days, weeks, and months on whether or not to refrain from associating with individuals I find distasteful are not decisions I make lightly.  There have been several food service oriented businesses that I used to patronize regularly that I now patronize only occasionally-to-hardly-at-all because of such decisions I've made.  I don't regret these decisions at all, and I doubt that I will regret any decisions of that nature, should I decide to make them, in the foreseeable future.  That is all.

p.s. The decisions to refrain from patronizing these food service businesses where I encountered employees who behaved in a distasteful manner towards me; these decisions were made BY me and not FOR me.  Understand?  
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Recovered memories

4/16/2019

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Issue number 18 of my comic book starts into the "recovered memories" phase of my psychosis in 1992.  Recovered memories are a thoroughly debunked concept that fall into the same kind of category as facilitated communication as discarded avenues of inquiry.  Facilitated communication was supposed to supply a means for the nonverbal autistic or otherwise severely verbally and intellectually impaired to communicate with the world. A fully functioning person would "guide" an impaired person's finger or hand on a chart of the alphabet and, oh, the fun that ensued.  People started getting skeptical when things such as allegations of sexual abuse conducted by people who had airtight alibis, such as abuse by a deceased grandparent at the time the abuse supposedly occurred, started cropping up in these communications.  Recovered memories are now widely recognized a hallucinations in the more skeptically minded commentators of such phenomena.  Rosanne Barr, with the aid of a therapist, had a recovered memory of her parents sexually abusing her at the age of six months.

In this part of the story, I'm going for the idea that I want to bring across my total conviction that these memories had a basis in reality  when I first experienced them.  My literary role model for this part of the story is Mark Vonnegut and his book, The Eden Express.  Someone described the experience of reading The Eden Express as similar to reading Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.  In Fear and Loathing..., Thompson describes massive drugs binges of all kinds.  The person describing Eden Express ​to me said that Vonnegut gives a similar visceral feeling of what it must be like to be psychotic to the reader of his ordeal, even if the reader has never been psychotic.  I just changed a passage at the end of issue number 18 to indicate that I initially greeted the first wave of hallucinations with no ability to think critically about what I was going through.  In effect, these "recovered memories" struck me as totally real, and I believed I was going through an evolution of consciousness rather than a psychosis.

People may find it hard to believe the hold these kinds of experiences can still have on me.  I had another vision of the Legend of Richy Vegas in the Summer of 2016; this time while on medication and decidedly not psychotic, and its power still holds me to the point where I won't talk about it in detail or specifics on a forum such as this blog.

I've looked at Youtube videos that go into Dissociative Identity Disorder and whether that is real or not.  The famous case of Sybil and her sixteen different personalities turned out to be a hoax perpetrated by an unscrupulous therapist and her willing patient.  So yeah, maybe Dissociative Identity Disorder now.  Y-y-yep.  



 
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Yet another bad love interest?

4/15/2019

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My last bad love interest that I'll count as a bad love interest was the Invisible Woman.  Now that was a bad love interest.  One of the main characteristics that made it that way lay in the unreal aspect of it.  Was it all in my head?  That is the main thing that made it so bad.

I KNEW, now I KNEW, that this load of horseshit of a love interest would work its way out eventually.  All it took was a little information and the passage of time, and work its way out it did.  Mark my words: bad love interests don't last.  It may take time, but they don't last.

The young woman I've been writing about this past week or so, I don't know.  She's so nice.  Maybe the worst thing she's ever been called is MAYBE a bad love interest by me, and I just put my foot in my mouth.  I'm trying to wrap my head around this one.  Okay?
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Intense work on book/ lashing out

4/11/2019

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Right now I'm doing the inks of my next issue of my comic book.  I'm working on scenes that depict the interior of the factory where I worked on 1992.  I'm pretty much using freehand and atmospheric perspective to define precise architectural spaces, and it's pretty much driving me nuts to do so.  It's intense.  I hope to have the book ready for the printer by the middle of June.  Here's hoping.

The last couple of posts brought up someone in my world I'm fond of.   I've concluded that my aborted attempt to level some incendiary accusation against this person represented a material manifestation of how I did not feel sufficiently loved by this individual. In effect, my paranoid thought processes about what I thought might be going on with her materialized in the form they materialized because I didn't feel loved by her.  

I guess a good explanation of why I didn't feel loved by her might be because she doesn't love me.  That doesn't mean I want to hurt her feelings with some wild, angry, paranoid accusation, though.

I guess my circumspect, thoughtful response earns me the freedom to blow that whole deal off for quite some time.  I managed to talk myself back from the ledge pretty good, alright.  Now there's a whole world from that ledge on back that I can wander around in that doesn't have anything at all do with her and hers if I so choose, and I do so choose.  
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Shooting myself in the foot

4/11/2019

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Yesterday's post could have gone bad if I had posted the first draft.  Shooting myself in the foot in regards to my relationship with women has been a real problem for me in the past.  I think that I made an intelligent decision in posting what I posted instead.  I also think it had more to do with good decision making rather than just my dumb-ass luck that I didn't click on the wrong button at the wrong time.

It may turn out that the only viable option I have with this person would have me just go piss up a rope anyway.  Well, then piss up a rope I shall, I guess.  But, mark my words; the good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, these kinds of decisions I'm making will not just turn out to be a drill one day, but instead these kinds of decisions may prove critical to the eventual outcome of any deal I have going with any woman, no matter what context I know her in.

There's one thing I lied about in yesterday's post; I am not just "quite" fond of this person, I'm very fond of this person.  Like I said, maybe me and her are just not meant to be, but I'm so glad that I didn't do anything to assure that that kind of decision gets made for me instead of by me.
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This is the safe space for me to air dark, irrational thoughts

4/10/2019

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I was going to air a potentially explosive allegation aimed at someone I'm still quite fond of, but I just deleted it.  In the old days, people could write a letter with such accusations, fold it up, put it in their desk, sleep on it, and decide if they really wanted to mail such a letter the next day.  These days of Twitter, where people just post the first stupid thought that appears in their head, does not represent an improvement over one's ability to take stuff back that was said in haste, in my opinion.

In my airing of this allegation, I had the defense that I wasn't going to name names, and who really reads my blog anyway?  I saved my accusations to "drafts," and thought for just a few minutes, and the result of me thinking just a little bit about this issue results in the document you, the reader, sees before you now.  I decided to not play dumb about who does and does not read this blog, and to not play dumb about how I'm just a crazy guy who says crazy things, so who should take me seriously anyway?   Be well. people.  That is all.
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All is vanity

4/9/2019

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When I think back on some of the really attractive women I've had occasion to hang out with and maybe go out on a date or two with in my life, I've often been struck with a particular thought.  I often look back on the times I've been seen in public in the company of an attractive woman on a date or whatever, and it strikes me how often all of that was not what it was cracked up to be.  

I have this line of thinking most often in regards to those women who wound up treating me pretty shabbily in the long run.  I mean, the shabby treatment I allowed so many of these women to visit on me stays with me a hell of a lot more than whatever momentary ego gratification I might have gotten by being seen in public with someone such as Jenna or Wanda.

Moving forward, what should I make of this?  Well, if saying "no" to this or that woman's bullshit means that I won't be seen in public on a date with said woman, well, I'm okay with that.  If teaching myself how to say no whenever I perceive women attempting to take advantage of me means I am relegated to the fringes of the dating world- a dateless wonder- then so be it.

I think I've done a pretty good job on this blog of laying out the various ways a lot women tend to be shitty to me, and the steps I take to counter these tactics.  One of the things I remember reading about love addiction online relates how a love addicted person can have a crash and burn drama from hell visited upon them through their pursuit of the wrong person, and how this person will swear off of ever finding themselves in that position again, only for this same person have the same kind of drama come down on them again  and again and again.  I think I've done a pretty good job of breaking up that cycle, if I do say so myself.  
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