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| Everett came out Xmas Eve and set up and decorated the tree. Today I tried to convince him to come out again and take it all apart. Had no luck though. I may have to try sweetening the pot somehow. He's got the week off work and the water pipes beneath his bathtub have frozen and won't drain. |
Yet a lot of it
is stuff I don’t want or need to remember now, and in a way would like to wash my hands
of, destroy, let go— as opposed to lugging it around or leaving it behind. But before burning the books, I want to go
through them for anything worth keeping; for instance, the letters, the
memories of my children, the times spent with loved ones who are gone now.
There is a lot there; it’s not all bitching and wondering why,
that is for sure.
But quite often, as I read here and there in the journals, I
don’t much like the writer. I want her to grow up and get over herself. I want
her to rise above many things and be wiser and stronger
than she was. I see that 30 years ago I was upset by the same things
that upset me now. I fear I have failed to change and grow; I am experiencing the same frustrations. I see this and am
disappointed and concerned.
After a couple days of stewing on this, it occurred to me that
perhaps this is not a personal failing after all. The popular psychology is
that we repeat patterns in our relationships with family, friends, and people
in general, and that if these patterns make us unhappy we have to strive to
free ourselves from them, from their hold over our lives. We do this by
becoming aware of the patterns and making consistent, longterm efforts to
change them. I had been thinking that, since the same things upset me now that pissed
me off 30 years ago, somehow I am at fault, that I must have been too weak or lazy or foolish to make essential changes.
It took me a few days to realize it makes perfect sense that the bullshit that bugged
me at 20 would still bug me at 55. If someone is rude, selfish, inconsiderate— for example – well, why wouldn’t I
be affected by my surroundings, just like any human being is? Why would I
become less sensitive to injustice, cruelty, foolishness, betrayal and so on?
We do not become less sensitive as we live longer; we become more sensitive, more aware.
And sure, we learn to handle things better. Just maybe not in our journals, where we don't practise kindness or even diplomacy.
