Ashtami

Its like my skin is flayed so that even a light touch of the wind in the evening can push me to tears. Let's not even try to gauge what my general feelings are. They are even more on the edge. Yet I want nothing more than to be where I am, all by myself. Its a heady feeling this loneliness.

That new routine I talked so big about in my last post? yep, that didn't happen.
What happened was an epic fail to the point that I am now only reaching office at about 12.30 to 12 40 pm. You read that correctly.

But I need to step back. My sister visited this weekend and it was really exhausting. Especially emotionally. And I'm so wrung out. I love her, obviously. And I am ecstatic that she visited. But then the result of that is that I'm now facing uncomfortable facts about things which I have been willingly blind about.

Certain things I have just been allowing to happen, even though I feel horrendous about it, but I make no changes to anything. The main one being very codependent upon P and basically letting her life and her shit dictating my own life and feelings.

Intellectually I know that I do enable her. And allow her to dictate what I should and shouldn't be doing. I recongnise that she is a little too needy. I always did. But I refuse to do anything about it that was positive for me. This weekend I talked to my sister, after dinner on sunday, when P acted like an attention seeking drama queen that she is and proceeded to ruffle M and S's feathers to the point where M tells me that I need to stop being protective of P's behavior. And when I told my sister about it, she also told me in not so many words what is true and logical. My sister has a great knack for this.

Its not my fault that my situation in life financially is different and definitely not my responsibility to prop up someone else. I need to be a little selfish. And combinded with what M said, it also smacks with whatever I have been realizing for over the 10 months I have lived in this house.

P is not perfect. She can be caring and nice to me, and she truely and genuinely loves me. But she also is act drama queen and not the most mature and logical person on the planet. Also her wants and needs cannot dictate who I am. No matter how much I try, I cannot be whoever she wants me to be. And I don't even want to. So I should not feel guilty for it. Its not my responsibility to stick her broken pieces together. And its definitely not my responsibility to financially keep on supporting her. She needs to pull her weight. She cannot be perenially codependent on me. I know her patterns. She truely is a person who needs to be constantly codependent to the point of suffocation of the other person in order to functions successfully with other people of the world. Be it a friend or a boyfriend. I do not need to be the host/friend. I will not be able to survive that way.

And since M told me about how P needs to grow up, suddenly something has been ripped away from my eyes, which i was previously physically keeping in place. I am apparantly more grown up that she will ever be. And its not something that is pleasant to realize. And once it has happened, I cannot not see it . And all her foibles are being reinforeced the more time I am spending with her.
And this puts me in quite a existential quandry. I hate that M has pointed this out to me. I resent it. I resent her. For being so judgemental, and then also being so right. I cannot let go of this resentment. And its poisoning me unnaturally. And I am equally resentful of P for constantly taking advantage of me. Consistantly for the last 10 months and even more. And never realizing that she isn't as wonderful as she seems. Actually it is my fault. I know that no human is perfect, but this level of delusion on my part is extremely scary for me. Because I had no objectivity. Now all I notice is her neediness and fake nice behavior. Its not fake because she means it, but because she is at it 24/7. And her constant craving of approval. I think a little consultation about opinions makes a friend feels wanted. But constant seeking of the "yes" makes it annoying. And high handed attitudes of telling me what to do and not to do. I allowed such a lot of that. to the point of stupidity. Because she doesn't allow half as much as I allow. And her inability to listen or understand a logical arguement. gets very tiring.

I need to to shut some of me out of this equation or I wont survive. I need to reinstate some boundaries. Other wise, the little things that remain in my life will be gone. As it is I feel like I have not been living my life but P and R's life for the last 10 months. And I really hope this realization sticks.

Start, experiment.

Going to start a new routine(s) in a general attempt to organise and sort out my life and increase productivity.

This is a blog notification to myself and a start of a stopwatch or sorts to see how long this lasts. Don't think im not optimistic because of that last sentence.

Will update this space as a progress report, and to form a habit.

Key is to take it one day at a time, obviously. 

Grainy pictures

Why is life in 2015 a increasingly a series of low resolution, half blurry, nonsensical instagram photos which are stuck on the phone and on the cloud? Essentially you can't even print it out and touch it! The details are lost, upon enlargement. Like fading memories, there is an impression in your mind but immediately lost in a blur of pixels the moment you try to examine it closely.
I just find it extremely disturbing. 

Its time to admit that I come here when I'm angry.

I do.

Right now I have this slow acting anger inside me, which is a lot like saying that I have slow acting poison racing through my blood stream. The effects are the same.

I kicked/forced one of my housemates out of the house on the behest of the other one. Without actually witnessing the altercation between them, and only on the sayso of violence from the other. But since the sayso was that of a girl and the person accused was a guy, it was pretty much a blind decision. But I did hear the protests of it being an equal opportunity violent session from both sides, but I chose to still make the decision. I chose to ignore the logic and niggling doubts that told me that what he was saying is probably true.

Its so fucked up. I feel extremely unhappy and confused. And angry. I'm so fucking irritated. They have been at this for months. Years. And I'm angry at her for putting me through this. For making me take her decisions and making my position untennable. For getting me to destroy a really old friendship. Two, if i'm being honest with myself.

Somewhere, that ugly truthful part of my brain has started ranting at me that she is toxic. And this happened once before and I ended somthing with someone who did love me unconditionally in spite of all her faults. It became permissible to give up the most precious thing in the world: unconditional love. And this is happening again. There is this ugly part of my brain saying horrible things about her that is also making another part of my brain cringe in shame and horror.

The anger is starting to leak. I don't know how long I can keep it in check. I really don't want to take responsibility for someone elses problems. And I'd do it willingly if I wasn't being forced into it. Now I just want people to fuck off.

I am feeling guilty for being angry and hurt, where I have every reason to be. And this is also her special talent.

Fuck my life.

Saw this today on the behest of the roommate:

This is a reply to this:

I am not as incensed by the reply as my roommate is. But I despair. Because we all know the general IQ level of the average TOI comments section. 

Among the things that I have to do is the task to cut up curtain materials and then go to sleep. But in the reverse order. But my enthusiasm to write something every day has me tapping away at this key board. I know this will peter out tomorrow. Day after, latest.
This keyboard used to feel strange and suddenly now it feels less so. Its the new computer, you see. I think I'm a cheap date. Give me a laptop with the scroll function working and I will conveniently forget that I didn't like this one at first.
There is a definite cold war brewing in this house. One of my roommates is definitely treating me horribly. I still cannot make up my mind if I should take it or just cut off all contact completely. We used to be friends for over 9 years now.

There was an intellectual discussion in an email chain over an angry article about the mediocrity of the middle class Indian and how R.K. Laxman's common man had fed it into a big fat immovable cow. And you can see in Google's beautifully tabulated email format, my friends' personalities and their basic ideologies and intelligence.The evidence presented itself to me in a such a clear graph that I was quite taken by surprise.