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Thursday, April 08, 2004
 

Bleeding All Over Myself

play
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English plega; akin to Old English plegan to play, Middle Dutch pleyen
1 a : recreational activity; especially : the spontaneous activity of children b : absence of serious or harmful intent : JEST c : the act or an instance of playing on words or speech sounds
2 : what I can't take part in

Sometimes, life can suddenly turn around and surprise you with a hateful, wild bloodthirsty stare and then slice you from your throat to your intestines.

Well, maybe not you, but that's what happens to me. I can be merrily tripping along thinking everything is OK and in the space of an instant something will happen that throws into sharp relief the fact that I am somehow different from those around me, and they intend to treat me that way.

Play is when that hurts me the worst.

To me, being able to joke around with a person and just enjoy their company is a sign of acceptance. I remember when I was younger and my best friend "decorated" my car on my 16th birthday. I remember playing huge organized games in college (not sports, games, I'll go into that later, another post) and loving every minute of it.

I remember playing Dungeons and Dragons until all hours of the night and playing chess by email, playing some of the early BBS on-line games, and sitting on a beach in the Carribean playing Pictionary with coworkers.

I even remember when drinking and clubbing was a sort of game, one I participated in far too regularly for my own good.

But, in the now and the here, something has changed, and it feels like me.

This April Fools Day not a single person attempted to play a single trick on me, even though I played pranks on several. I just wasn't on the radar. There is only one person now outside of my immediate family who regularly forwards jokes, etc. to me.

I can't remember the last time anyone told me a joke.

I don't even have a best friend anymore.

I feel very, very cut off.

And all around me, life goes on. People joke and play and enjoy each other. And here I sit, as if I am in some sort of plexiglass tube, visible but ignored except as something to work around. I smile and wave and die inside.

I'm trapped.

And if it's me, then can I ever really escape?

If what is happening is universal, can it be anything else than me?

I just really feel, deep in my heart of hearts, that I have so much to offer beyond the bounds of my immediate family. I mean, lets be honest here, family has a sort of obligation to accept me. As long as I am not too extreme, things will go well. And usually I am good at that. But on the outside, when people have no vested interest in how they feel about me, that to me is the only place where I can place a true gauge.

By that gauge, I'm running cold.

Which breaks my heart.

I want to scream and shout "NO! Look at me! I am not what you THINK I am! I can joke and play and laugh and be a friend!!!"

But I can't.

I'm sitting here at my desk pretty much in tears. Time to get control back.

I'm cut and slashed in my spirit, and I bleed all over myself.


The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essense of inhumanity.
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950), "The Devil's Disciple" (1901), act II



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