Well, it’s Thursday, so I suppose I should talk about Sunday.
As patient readers know, I have been working on getting in touch with my anger for a long time and recently I have had some success in overcoming the feeling that if I so much as open the door a crack on all that suppressed rage, I will turn into some kind of rampaging rage monster and go on a ten province rampage of murder. rape, and tacos.
I really like tacos.
And I could feel the anger building in me over the last week or so. Bitter, sarcastic remarks about whatever annoyed me started bubbling up to the surface and it was taking an increasing amount of energy to keep myself from saying them.
And well, you don’t need a Euler line equation to figure out how that’s going to end.
This all came to a head last Sunday. I will try to be brief but here’s how things went down, more or less :
La Gang and I, plus Garth, were planning to go visit R. Graeme Cameron’s place so we could salvage what we could from his enormous stockpile of BCSFA-related memorabilia before he moves to Nanaimo at the end of June and has to recycle most of it ’cause it can’t come with him.
I promised you brief. I didn’t promise you simple. And I could go into why he has to move away from us but it’s a whole thing so I will just say that I want to kill his evil psycho parasite of an ex wife.
Seriously, Alex. Fuck you.
Anyhow. That was the setup. And last I heard, we were going to make this trip “a few hours before FRED”.
Apparently, from that, I was supposed to deduce that by “a few” they meant “five”, and that if I wanted to go on this trip, I was supposed to be ready by one.
Or noon, actually, because that’s when Joe and Julian actually left.
Julian woke me up at something like 10:30 and told me that he and Joe would be leaving soon. I assumed that they had decided that they would get an early start on things and that I would be going with Felicity later in the day.
But nope. That’s when everybody was going. Nobody told me this. Nobody told me that the plan was to stay there for three hours either. So I had none of the information I needed in order to make the deductions everyone assumed I would make.
Even though they know I am clueless by nature and don’t make those sorts of deductions even when I have all of the necessary information and the deductions are far simpler and more straightforward.
So for definitely not the first time in my life. I got left behind. Plans changed, nobody told me anything, and somehow, mysteriously, these new plans did not include me.
For someone with my issues, this is Very Very Bad.
As you know, I constantly battle the feeling that nobody really wants me around and that people are happier without me and will ditch me any time they think they can get away with it and don’t have to tell me to my face.
And of course, people never “intend” to do these things. If they did, they’d feel guilty about it. What happens is a lot subtler than that.
People just don’t think of me.
My friends claim they “expected” me to deduce the real plan from the information I had, but that is total bullshit. The truth is, they just didn’t think about me at all. They made their plans without any thought to my place in it and I got left behind as a result.
I mean really. Who in the world would take “a few hours before 6 pm” to mean “be ready by 1 pm”? Nobody, that’s who.
And despite my intentions, all this came to a head at FRED. I really didn’t want to have the big huge argument that I knew would come from this confluence of factors at FRED, with all the other FRED goers held hostage while the argument raged on for an hour or more, and I deeply regret that it did.
But it had to happen. I have to stop letting myself get stepped on by people and this was the turning point on that. I had to express my anger at getting hurt to those involved and live with the consequences. There were no other options.
Why? Because that’s the next step on my path to recovery. I have reached the point where I must assert myself and through doing so exert my right to exist and have needs and have those needs taken into consideration by others.
And that is bound to seem unjust to those who feel like they have been doing that all along,. And I am sorry for that. It is not their fault that they did not know they were hurting me. After all, I didn’t say anything about it or indicate it in any way.
But that does mean things are going to change in my life and those changes will not be optimized for the comfort and convenience of others.
They will be optimized for maximim improvement in my mental health. That doesn’t mean that I will not take other people into account. It just means that their concerns will no longer hold a higher priority than my own.
And I know this process is going to be ugly, and that to those who know me, it will seem to be a sudden change in personality on my part and they might miss the “old me”.
Too bad. The old me is dead. I have uncorked the bottle of my true self and that means I will have to learn to deal with a full range of human emotions, including anger.
I have to integrate my id into my psyche if I want to come back from the grave.
And I want that more than anything else in this world.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.