16 Wednesday Oct 2019
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I went swimming as usual. What a difference swimming makes. I did 2500 meters. My distance for the week 10/9-15 is 12,100 meters or 7.5 miles.
The frustration and self-pity go away. Plus the much-sought after “aerobic” or endorphin high kicks in. Sweet.
The H.A.L.T. factor, I wrote about yesterday is making itself felt. I don’t feel out of sorts right now, in contrast to the drama of earlier today. Right now I’m not interested in eating through my feelings. Big victory.
Life is good.
15 Tuesday Oct 2019
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Dear Porn Writers & Erotic Bloggers:
I know it’s a basic fact of human sexual physiology that the vagina lubricates itself in anticipation of sexual activity. I know it’s important, ya da, ya da, ya da. Still it gets a little tiresome, post after post after post. Now I know you women out there are strongly pro-lubrication, lady parts-wise. Who can blame you? Not me, that’s for sure.
Still, wet cunts are as common in porn as Green Bean Casserole made with Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup and French’s Onion Whatevers are at Thanksgiving Dinner.
Just a hint. Broaden the repertroire. OK?
15 Tuesday Oct 2019
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So J gets off work. She wants to go out to lunch. She’s paying. What can I say? We go to Longhorn’s. They have a reasonably priced lunch menu. I get grilled chicken sandwich and a Caesar salad . She gets a cheeseburger and a baked potato. She then proceeds to tell me about a movie on TV last night, featuring adultery, jealousy, and murder, the kind of entertainment porn haters don’t mind watching. Go figure.
Meanwhile I sit through this ordeal, wondering if I could distract myself by cutting my hand off with the steak knife.
I want to have sex with this woman? Celibacy isn’t so bad, all things considered.
15 Tuesday Oct 2019
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Odd sleep patterns do not easily disappear. I went to bed around 11:30 last night, woke up at 1:30, switched out the dishwasher, prepped J’s lunch (Fruit cup. Tuna salad), went back to bed around 3:30. I was up again at 7:00, and now, I feel bedtime coming back again.
I will sleep, awaken to get to AA round noon.
15 Tuesday Oct 2019
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H. Hungry A. Angry L. Lonely. T. Tired
Alcoholics Anonymous is chock full of pithy sayings intended to support persons in recovery from alcoholism. One such saying is HALT, outlined above. I smugly thought that my emotional sobriety was in good shape, until I compared how I felt according to the HALT yardstick.
Hungry. I didn’t let myself get hungry. No I was eating at every chance and weight that I lost was coming back, and I never thought feeding my upset was a sign of emotional dis-ease.
Angry. I thought I was justified in the outright anger around issues I’m powerless over, like politics and the Roman Catholic Church. Add to those the petty resentments that I have toward J about the sexual desert.
Lonely. No sex. Need I say more?
Tired. I would sleep at every chance I get.
Here I was, trudging through life, with one issue after another, never thinking about drinking, but attached to the grievances of life, feeling like I deserved to hold all these resentments. Wrong. They were taking a toll.
In all likelihood, none of these circumstances will suddenly disappear. But you know, I don’t have to let them run my life.
14 Monday Oct 2019
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I learned just how lonely I am. I had this realization sitting in the AA meeting that I need to connect with people. I can’t do this at home reading or watching sports, porn, and YouTube.
Actually I saw my porn viewing today, as directly related to my loneliness, I watch three particular videos over and over of the same couple making love, having sex, or whatever it is they re doing when they’re going to town. Not that it matters, but they are lesbian. They look like regular people, no fake tits or impossibly small asses. In my fantasy, they are a real-life couple and they really are in love. How they make love is how I want to connect with J, minus the strapon, fully, completely, and surrendered. Both of us surrendered, to each other.
The pain of loneliness hit me like a ton of bricks this weekend. I need people, much as I like to think I don’t.
14 Monday Oct 2019
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I had plans. First, I went to Mass at 8:30 with my sister and her husband at St Benedict. They are attending St Benedict now. They like the priest, the liturgy, in English, is dignified and reverent. They got tired of the priest at their old parish, who is really good at telling jokes. So good, in fact, he abandoned any real meaningful content in his homilies. This happens. It isn’t stand-up, Father.
After Mass, I came home, ate breakfast, slept. J came home. She had six boxes of sun care products to get to Fed Ex. I went with her. We had another late lunch/early dinner. I came home, slept some more.
Now baseball. Tie game right now. I love watching the Yankees’ middle inning relievers. They are as tough as nails. The Budweiser commercial with Superwoman at the bar, showing the boy bar flies how to shoot pool, throw darts, and arm wrestle, all while holding her bottle of Bud, was just on. Stupid. Annoying. But that’s TV. Americans will put up with all kinds of nonsense to watch a good game.
I did not get to swim today. Bummer. The odd sleep patterns are getting to me. But I’m focusing back into doing what works, diet, swimming, meetings. So working through interruptions, like getting boxes to Fed Ex, the lunch out afterwards I was not expecting, are part of the drill.
Now let’s get this game over.
12 Saturday Oct 2019
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I went with the Russian Orthodox Liturgy. There was a funeral from Svatagorsk Lavra in Eastern Ukraine. This area recognizes the Moscow Patriarchate for ecclesiastical jurisdiction rather than Kiev. This will give you some context, for Ukraine is very much a fractured country, with language and ethnicity differences between Eastern and Western Ukraine. Many ethnic Russians live in Eastern Ukraine. Anybody remember the Civil War from a few years back? The Ukraine-Russia conflict is centuries old, with genocide in the 1930’s figuring into the tragedy.
The women in their babushkas, the priests in their rich and colorful vestments carry on with the ancient liturgy, through Romanovs, Bolsheviks, and oligarchs, worshipping the eternal power against the temporal grasps for worldly control. They know, I suspect, what really matters. It is a knowledge that Rome has forgotten or chooses to ignore. Look no further than the Amazonian Synod, the current and latest travesty of the Bergoglio Papacy.
I shifted over to trainspotting, in time to watch a freight pass through Ashland. It looks like mixed freight with plywood, potash, and trash among the commodities hauled. I miss the caboose at the end of a train. It gave a sense of completion to things, like a pitched roof on a building. I hear another train horn. It could be Amtrak #98, running an hour late. It is, passing through now.
J should be up soon. Her sliced fruit is packed in her blue-striped insulated lunch tote. She will shower and leave for work soon. I will be alone. Again. I believe I reverted back to my 20 mg dose of Prozac (fluoxetine) too soon. The pictures of night, darkness, interspersed with street lights, headlights, the interior lights of passenger cars seem to fill my viewing. It is a sterile desolate world. I need to switch back to the Technicolor© world of Bugs, Elmer, Porky and Daffy. Or simply go back to bed.
12 Saturday Oct 2019
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I have been awake since 2:23 AM. By the Seinfeld measure, I made it through The Mom & Pop Store, the first episode on Season 6 Disc 2, before I fell asleep. Figure a three hour stretch of sleep. I fixed J’s fruit snack, brewed some coffee, and am debating trainspotting. It won’t be another hour til #98 NB Silver Meteor passes through Ashland, if it is on time.
At this point, both beds are uncomfortable. Maybe cartoon watching, feminist burlesque, Russian Orthodox Liturgy or Nazi newsreels on YouTube are my best options to get me sleepy. Going with cartoons again. I know. I am in a rut.
12 Saturday Oct 2019
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Of Looney Tunes, Merrie Melodies, and other miscellaneous cartoonage,
Actually I’ve been through this one before. If four hours of mostly World War Two vintage cartoons seems like overkill, it is. At this point, I have five minutes left. But what’s a sexually deprived 68 year old man to do, if he decides he’s too tired to swim tonight and his wife is boxing up sun tan lotion before Downton Abbey comes on?
Cartoons finished, wife upstairs, I’m now watching Bendita Tentacion, the Mexican trashy lingerie show. I don’t know how long this will hold my attention. Actually I miss the quiet of no TV, but I’ll settle for a gratuitous thrill from these Champions of Body & Sex Positivity from Mexico. You gotta love ’em. Looks like it’s a cancer awareness show tonight, with pink balloons and a couple of doctors on as guests. One of the lingerie models is demonstrating breast self-examinations. I don’t think you would see this show on U.S. broadcast TV.
I’m going up to the quiet in a bit. The no TV moratorium will resume.
I slept a lot today. I talked with C, #2 son, as he decided to go over Jordan Peterson’s list of 102 books to read, book by book. It’s not a bad list at all, titles worthy of being read. It’s just exhausting, but that’s how being with an Asperger’s person can be. He can’t help it. I love him anyway.
This was a frustrating day. My wonderful Asperger’s son called, wore me out, but I would do it again, just to hear his voice. I watched families with beautiful children having pizza at Mellow Mushroom. The loneliness and loss buttons were pushed hard and long today.
Now I need the sleep.
Dispatches From Dystopia 