Sunday, May 28, 2006

Pants On Fire

If there is one pet peeve I can place above all else- it when someone lies to me. To me, honesty is paramount. I would prefer the worst truth to the sweetest lie any given day of the week. Knowing this, it's not hard to guess that the kind of person that could potentially drive me insane would be someone who is perpetually dishonest. A pathological liar, if you will. This is the type of person you would normally not find in my life simply because I leave no room for them. Toleration is not an option.

And, next to a liar, the other type of person that can potentially drive me mad is someone who manipulates- someone who appears to be sincere, but is plotting and scheming and trying to control situations so that all of their personal needs are fulfilled at other people's expense. These people, I pay no mind to. I simply walk away. I refuse to play victim or accomplice.
So, as you might imagine, a person who is both a pathological liar and a rather masterful manipulator would be the last person on earth I would want to be stuck with for even a short period of time. And yet, this has become my day to day life- regular encounters with someone who is integrity-challenged. I am put in situations with them in which I cannot readily flee without messy circumstances. I am beginning to think there is a message here. A lesson for myself in it. At least, I hope there is something to be gained from the experience.

I, myself, can be honest to a fault, as are some of my favorite people. People who are so honest they can be offensive to some, are refreshing to me because there is no guessing. If they are unhappy, they let you know. If they compliment you, it carries more weight because you know they really mean it. If they want something from you, they just ask. They tend to be somewhat over-confident people, which can be a turnoff to some, but as long as they're honest, it's no big deal to me.

In trying to make some sense of the fact that I'm stuck with the liar/manipulator type of person so much, I have started trying to find ways to justify this person's actions. Insecurity. I can understand that. Overall, I am a pretty secure person, however, there are at least two areas of my life where I feel pretty insecure and this does cause me to be less than myself sometimes. But a liar? Uh..no. Why does someone feel the need to be this way? I think it's pretty pathetic. I try to use a sympathetic approach when dealing with them- as if they are handicapped and I am the enviable, able-bodied person they have to interact with everyday. But then another side kicks in, and reminds me that this person is stepping on a lot of people to feed their needs-- and they are very needy. They want to be liked, just like everybody else...accepted, but really only by people who can do something for them. I start to think that the view of them as handicapped would be offensive to handicapped people. People don't choose to be handicapped. (Well, except in rare cases of that one psychological condition where people do anything to amputate their own limb because they feel better not having it...but that's a strange exception I saw on Dateline or something.) But people have to choose to lie or tell the truth in a given situation. There is always that moment where you decide the path. Angel or demon? Which advice should you follow. And while I know human beings are often inherantly selfish, I also know we at least have the capacity to have compassion for others. I just can't find a way to like the person that deceives people to meet their own needs. Someone whose everyday dialogue is so peppered with fiction, that they lose track of what is really true themselves. At first, you wonder if they are covering up for their own ignorance and it's all a sad attempt to save face, but then they do something so calculating you can't help but see that it's all carefully orchestrated. Pre-meditated. Insecurity or not, they know exactly what they are doing and no one's gonna stop them.

I've even called this person out on stuff on more than one occasion and they have a million excuses that make them a victim of life, not a liar. It exhausts me. It infuriates me. It makes me a crabby person, which is unfair to others.

I am looking for way out.

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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Lately I am...

-thinking of ways to be more enterprising

-scheduling time to read, daily

-popping cinnamon altoids like i want a hole in my tongue

-still laughing about the shoe i lost while catching the el train, dropped into oblivion under the stairs to join the likes of cellphones and gum wrappers and perhaps a few umbrellas that may never again see the light of day. yes, i was on my way to work.

-keeping yet another good friend in mind who was recently diagnosed with cancer

-getting around on two wheels instead of four thanks to someone's drunk uncle Pedro

-reminding myself to buy a citronella candle to keep away the mosquito that is all but raping me in my very own bed

- hoping the mother's day package gets there in time. i included a sweet cd mix, of course.

- wondering why four birds have mysteriously shown up dead in the vicinity of my apartment...hoping it's not west nile...damn mosquito...really hoping it's not bird flu...damn made for t.v. movie

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Nuking is for Leftovers, not for making peace among nations!

I read a great bumpersticker two weeks ago that read:
Killing for Peace is like Screwing for Virginity

So true. I quoted it in my petition to Congress in attempt to voice my opinion about nuking Iran. Is anybody else freaking out about this?

I know. I am so getting audited this year. :)

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Monday, April 3, 2006

City Girl

I moved this weekend. My body is still recovering.But I feel good about the new place. Really good vibe. Though it's on a busier street- it seems more peaceful. It's next to an open lot, and from my kitchen window I see grass and dirt and ...trash that has been windblown. But yesterday morning there was a squirrel sitting on the fence. Just sitting there, overlooking the grass and for a moment I thought, am I still in Chicago?

I knew it would rain this weekend, though I'm glad it held out for the actual moving portion of events. I read in Carol Burnett's autobiography some time ago that every time there was a major change going on in her life, it would rain. Since I read this, I notice it all the time. It rained the last time I moved and I changed jobs. I was wondering when it would start this time. It sprinkled a bit on Sunday morning, but I thought--- ehh. That's nothin'. Guess I won't have a good rain to signify the big change. But, I hadn't yet picked up my dog from the sitter's house. After I picked him up and I am driving - telling him that we are going to a new home and finally feeling like we'd be coming HOME for the first time in the new place, the skies dropped an enormous deluge on us. Ah. There it is. The rain.

I've been thinking a lot about what 'home' is. It keeps coming up in conversation and yesterday, a discussion on a.m. radio about people in Chicago who say they are going HOME and it means someplace else even though they've lived in Chicago for years. I definitely feel like Chicago is home to me more so than Kentucky. I've decided that I'm a city girl who's been trapped in a country’s body in the same uncomfortable way a man might grow up feeling like he’s a woman on the inside or a visa- versa. I was always so ‘different.’ I never thought much about it at the time, but it makes sense now when I remember that an underclassman in my high school chemistry class thought for an entire year that I was a foreign exchange student, and how this guy I met from Kenya while I was working the Kentucky Fair exposition, kept calling me a liar when I said I grew up in Kentucky. He insisted I was from England, because he’d lived there for a few years and the people were just like me. I had to have my mother stop by and explain to prove otherwise. Even when I’d go to auditions and people would see Kentucky on my resume, they’d do a double-take...pause…I could see them wondering about me…and on more than one occasion they’d say… “Ah, yes! Ashley Judd” as if they needed a reference to justify someone else from Kentucky without yer stereo-typical ‘tucky drawl. I’d smile and reply, “No, Jen W---- Pleasure to meet you.”

Yep. I'm a city girl, enjoying life in my element.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Saturday, March 18th

The 'Festival of Rights' event last night on Michigan Avenue was amazing and beautiful. I just wish we could say our number rivaled the London event of the same nature. Still, people stretching as far as the eye could see...

http://www.chicagoactions.org/press/031906trib.html
I think I still smell of patchuli, but that's okay, there are worse things... :)

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