December 12, 2023

Possession by My Mother’s Soul

I’m genuinely over war. I’ve grown weary of the constant state of creation of weapons to destroy people deemed “our enemies.” It’s exhausted and I no longer want to participate in it.

Now I can hear what some might say, “What if they try and attack you?” Let them. Let us use our weapons of “mass destruction” (oh, the irony) in use for defense instead of offense. Why waste resources and LIVES for the sake of… what?

It is abundantly clear that the primary purpose of war is for wealth creation. Not for the people, but for the select few who have access to this power. Whether it be directly or by association. I refuse to participate in the accumulation of wealth for those who see me as a pawn in a ridiculous chess game.

What is happening in Gaza is a display of overkill. It is genocide. You have a group of people isolated so much that to bomb them eliminates there presence, especially if they are not allowed to leave.

To justify their actions of “retaliation” by stating “they did it first!” makes one sound like a child. It’s amazing to me how many Christians will support this behavior when it is reported in their holy book to “turn the other cheek so that they may strike it too.”

Christ was a pacifist. To seek retribution only makes one the same as the one who instigated the first unwarranted attack.

This is a point I wrestled with the most as a child, growing up in the church. I wanted satisfaction. I wanted revenge on those who had hurt me. My mother was such an advocate for pacifism. She taught me that it didn’t matter, to just walk away. Lowering yourself to their level only proves that you are just like them.

At the time I hated hearing it and refused to let what doing so meant.

Seeing the hatred some gays have toward the “queers for Palestine” is truly unnerving. I get that we don’t have shared experiences or life lessons, but to advocate for the destruction of the people of Gaza because some of them “kill gays” is not a justification. At that point they are no better than the Muslims who want to kill them for being homosexual.

“You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, Do not resist one who is evil. But if any one strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also” (Matthew 5:38-39 RSV).

For the life of me I cannot believe I am quoting the bible in a non-ironic way. My mother’s spirit must have possessed me. There is no other explanation, because I am an athiest and think all religions are cults.

I have just reached a point in my life that I fully comprehend that: death is inevitable. We will be taken regardless of what we have done/do. If someone kills me for being gay, well, so be it. I am going to die one way or another. If it is at the hands of someone else’s bigotry that speaks of their character and not mine.

I will not concern myself with that fear anymore. Much like they should not concern themselves with how I live my life.

That said… I also won’t roll-over and “accept my fate” if I cannot escape any possible “threat.” Self preservation and the safety of those I love is my top priority. I just refuse to destroy my “soul” (for lack of a better word) by lowering myself to their way thought.

December 8, 2023

Good vs Evil

I have always felt like two people. Two very different forces, two ways of thought, two opposing personalities… it’s truly bizarre. I don’t know if others feel or think this way, and it never occurred to me to ask, but it is the real “me.” As I grow older, I become concerned that this might be a sign of schizophrenia because that runs deep in my family. My father had it. How I justify that it’s “okay” is that this other voice, the passive me, is still “Josh.” Just, not me.

Passive me is this empathetic white knight. The one who wants to defend and protect all of those around me. He is honorable. It’s just that he’s really fucking lazy. I say that because he only lives in thought, he never actually does anything. At times he will take over and move to the forefront and become me, however it is only when it’s absolutely necessary for our success. As if he thinks “oh, Josh is gonna fuck this up… better step in.”

The active me is selfish and petulant. He is angry at life and wants to be free of everything. I’d rather do what I want to do, when I want with no consequences. The primary josh is also the one with the short fuse and hot temper.

It is these two forces that fight inside of me at all times. Yet the thing I find odd is that “passive me” is the one with the firmer voice. Usually he is the one that talks some sense into the belligerent one. Lately though… that isn’t the case.

I am constantly at odds with myself. My life is chaos and I go into these fits of rage in my head (sometimes audibly while alone in the car) where neither wins. It’s just absolute insanity.

It’s the same bullshit everyday where I am angry that I have no control of my life. If I wanted to do something is always at the whim of someone else. I need permission.

Perhaps that’s why I the angry side is looming large in these moments. It’s my inner child fighting back.

The image I have of this battle is like a pulsing, swirling ying-yang, almost as a dual colored sun.

December 7, 2023

A handful of confetti and a kiss on the head

The glasses of grief truly distort one’s perception of reality. At least it has for me. Suddenly all I see around me exists in this moment only, and we must be grateful for it because it could be gone in an instant. I dare say that this is how we should view the world always. Only then can we appreciate what it is we have.

Today is my husband’s birthday. In all likelihood this is his last. What am I doing to commemorate his 46th year on this planet? Nothing. Much like our anniversary it will pass by without any significance. We will sit at home and just exist.

I hate that I have planned nothing. I just feel guilt like I’m letting him down. But when I try to think of a plan I am met with all the limitations to what he is physically able to do, regardless of his wants (which are none) that I become overwhelmed and stop.

I wish I could say that this is a new character flaw but it is in fact packaged with this model. It’s why I procrastinate.

I wish I could remember the first birthday I spent with him but for the life of me I have no memory of it. The most likely scenario was that he worked and then we went out to dinner where he would have paid. At the time I was a selfish 18 year old boy with no job. I probably ended up giving him a sexual gift in lieu of anything meaningful.

Ugh… I have turned this into a “poor me” post. I need a new perspective. I’m not the one dying here. Therefore I shouldn’t be so miserable.

November 29, 2023

If there is no flight, then we shall fight

I never truly understood the concept of “fight or flight” until recently. And when I say that, I mean within the last two weeks. Prior to two therapy sessions ago, my comprehension of the saying was: either “fought for their life” or “ran away to survive” in life threatening situations; like being held up at gun point or rape. It never occurred to me that these moments could occur at any time. It’s a trauma response.

The last few months I have been at home. It began at first as a way to cope with the panic and anxiety I had that my husband was starting hospice care. Since then I have not left the house. For the most part, I stay at home and care for my spouse.

At the start of October I returned to work doing miscellaneous jobs from home, only leaving for (at most) 2 hours to do an inspection. It started off fine, but it has since become a sort of prison. I can’t escape when I want and I can’t do what I want because I have my husband who needs me. The worst thing that could happen is for something permanent to occur while I’m gone.

It is here where the “psychological response” became vividly clear.

My tendency is to run away from situations. I’ve done it since I was a kid. If I was feeling uncomfortable I would just escape to my room, go on a walk or just drive for hours with no destination. Now that I cannot do that because of circumstances and my own unwillingness to leave for fear of what may happen… I have become angry. I fight, but not in the way one would expect. I don’t pick fights verbally or otherwise. No. I just get cold, quiet, passive aggressive or redirect it into something unrelated. It’s the way I alleviate the feeling.

Lately I have started to “fight” with my husband. I try, as quick as I can, to remind myself of the reality, how I really feel. Most of the time it works. Sometimes… it takes a little bit. I will bring up long since dead fights, grievances or misdeeds to justify my rage. Essentially I’m picking a fight. Fortunately it’s just with the shadows of the past, in my own head. The guilt I feel after these response moments is so heavy.

I have yet (and universe willing) have done so only in my head. I know, without a shred of doubt, I would forever hate myself if I were to ever let my thoughts leave the safety of my mind.

There is no conclusion or real resolution I can impart. Just wanted to share this clarity in the hopes of helping someone else. Maybe another reader has yet to get the basic principle. The one that sounds so simple, but lacks any specifics to its deeper meaning. Well, it’s an oversimplification for me at least.