The
initiation of this project was my response to my parents dying, my marriage
ending, and my fear that I was closing down emotionally. I had situated myself
geographically (the void) where I could easily prepare for a sort of social
death in a humorless apartment with my two awful cats, close enough to work to
not have to travel too far in ice or snow, and far enough away to get some
exercise. My neighborhood, if you can call it that, is filled with young
families with far too many children, young, under-educated people trying to
strike out on their own, and very old people who seem happy enough to patiently
observe death approaching. My proximity to the shooting range behind my
apartment and its steady stream of gunfire is an unvarying reminder that I have
settled for a life which is a preparation for death. Fortunately, inhabiting
the intermittent quiet of complacency was not as easy as I had imagined; I
could not watch death approach as the older people could, and it seemed that to
my surprise, I would choose life, via the Craigslist dating boards.
Many of my friends
warned me that this would not be safe or even effective, but I was in a place
where I felt I had little left to lose. Two of the three people in the whole
world who had to love and support me had just died,
and I had left the other with the break up of my marriage. The men I chose to
date forced me to dig deep and remember who I was, and more importantly, who I
might want to be. The dates gave me a reason to travel outside of the void, to
travel outside of my comfort zone, and to remember me.
While many of the people I dated were not my type, it didn’t
matter, in fact, I actually learned the most from those who were in some way
jarring or surprising. There is a certain rush that comes with having one’s
world view questioned by an almost complete stranger: Initially, you write off
the question with judgment, obviously the person who questioned you is an
idiot. But, after several days pass, and you are no longer forced to look the
fool in the eye, you reconsider, and you begin to realize how tenuous your
belief system is. On several occasions, my dates would lament the fact that it
was so hard to find “someone like me”. While I certainly shared their
sentiment, I started to question the logic. If I grew more when I was with
people who were different from me, if I was able to question my world view
because I was exposed to an individual who saw things differently, how was this
of lesser value than being with someone who only served to fortify a belief
system which could do with some healthy questioning time and again? Why, if I
am to believe that I am a stable person, can I not endure the proximity of
someone who is different from me? Is this my real fear, that I am wrong?
People travel the world
to find themselves, to interact with individuals from different cultures, to
eat food that is foreign to them, and to live in a way that takes them out of
their comfort zones. I wonder though, if that isn’t a “safe” way to meet
people. If, by traveling thousands of miles to interact with people who are
different, you aren’t subliminally sending yourself the message that they have
less to do with you than the guy across the street who plays his awful music
too loud on the weekends. Is it the geographic proximity of strange that keeps
us from being open to them? Is the real fear that I will find out that I have
more in common with the couples with too many kids and the old people waiting
to die than I want to admit? What would happen, if instead of judging people I
have the inclination to write off, I gave them and myself an opportunity to
know each other?
I thought I wanted to be
in a place where I would stop questioning my actions and motives, but what I
realize is, much like getting used to the death of a loved one, I must get used
to the questions that contradict my world view. It is the opposite of the
social death I had planned for myself when I moved to the void, and a path that
might show me that instead of having people in my life who have to love
me, it might feel just as good to have people in my life that want to love
me.
Probably your best post too date. The least sarcastic I've ever seen you and probably the most profound I've ever seen you. I also caught a wisp of Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino
ReplyDeleteThanks Kelli. It means a lot coming from you.
ReplyDeleteSpike - I applaud your bravery and your tenacity and your honesty. I, too, was beginning to wonder, after a recent heart-wrenching break up, if I were becoming to jaded to risk in love. That, I think, would be a sad, sad, way to live. Your blog, an apology from a co-worker, an analogy comparing healing of the heart to healing of any other wound (quit listening to the songs that remind me of him and pulling off the scab...the scar will not be as flexible!), and a song by Joss Stone ("I'm bruised but not broken; my heart is still open; I will love again.") helped me move on. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI am impressed by your thoughtful, introspective, and insightful reflections. For me, I see out those like yourself who are reflective and self aware. I do think it does take tragedies and crisis in our lives in order to shake us out of our complacency.
ReplyDeleteI look forward in hearing more about your journey now your 20 dates exercise is over.
Mark
You could save yourself a lot of trouble if you would just put some aluminum foil inside your bike helmet and wear it to bed. These voices you are hearing are obviously demonic entities being channeled from outer space as a government experiment on you. there is really nothing wrong with you. Another way you could heal is to come over to my house, I have a jade wand, and I could cure you by waving it over your lotus blossom. these are very safe, traditional chinese healing procedures. Although I am not chinese, it does not matter. I dont think you are a good match for a chinese man, anyway.
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