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sparkindarknessI have work to do, but cannot seem to convince myself to do it. I am going to regret not clearing some units on Monday.
I'm having a listless, grumpy day, not helped by it being a bad light day as well. And still too damn hot.
Mad Secretary has a day off (to spread the insanity) and I have borrowed (or had foisted upon me) Trainee Guardian. I know you've got to be nice to the Trainees but she's too ditzy, too perky, too eager and too damn meddling. Another excuse to do nothing.
I had one of my brief, irrational, "I hate my success" vanity moments. One of those really stupid moments where it flitters through my mine "I wish I weren't a lawyer and I wish I didn't have profitable investments and just had a peaceful, boring, low paid factory job." Gasp at the stupidity, people - GASP. Of course, I only get to make such stupid lamentations because I've never had to do a "boring factory job." And all my silly regrets have the little irrational addendum "oh, but I want to keep the money and all the shiny stuff."
Which leads me into all the ramblings of my brain and how the rough edges come together as instincts war against each other
Meh, I'm having one of my "I'm sick of responsibility" moments. I'm tired of deadlines and life and death decisions and doing stuff that is so damn important. I'm tired of being integral. I'm tired of my actions mattering. I'm tired OF mattering. I'm tired of having to be right and good all the time, I'm tired of not being able to screw up or just throw it all aside and say "screw it". I'm tired of not faking a sick day and having an impulsive holiday because of all the damned responsibilities and damned consequences and damned serious serious duty.
I'm an irresponsible, lazy person at heart, I'm also reactive not pro-active. Being motivated and dutiful and sensible and structured and organised are just not me. And I hate responsibility - it stems, I think, from a part time job I had in an office during my A-levels. The boss and colleagues there was (I thought at the time) generous and really gave me a chance - by giving me all kind of power and responsibilities - me! Little young, inexperienced me!
Of course it was a con. They gave ME responsibility over any task they couldn't do - or even tasks that were patently impossible. Then when I couldn't do them either they'd use me as a shield for the higher ups. That's what responsibility has come to mewn for me - responsibility = blame/fault.
And now my whole life seems to be about responsibility/fault/blame. Get this done or X will go to prison or Y will lose her kids or Z will be deported or we will be sued or we will lose our license or I will lose my license or general badness will rain down. At home I play with money and it used to be fun to move moeny around - it was a game, but now it's another damn job and it's so serious and dutiful again.
And then there's my politics and my faith. My politics is all about personal freedom and personal responsibility - no unjust or draconian laws, no laws without proportionate, necessary reason. It's all about personal freedom - about not being ordered around unless someone has a damn good EXPLAINABLE reason to order me - and even that's not being ordered so much as being convinced. It's all justice and compassion and protection and freedom. But it comes with a demand for an independent, questioning mindset and pro-active moral reasoning.
And my brand of paganism? (Note MY brand not necessarily anyone elses) again it's personal freedom and personal responsibility. There are no holy commands and divine laws or infernal punishments. The Lord and Lady won't give me a good slapping for 'sinning' I don't even believe in sin. But again it's being responsible for your own morality, your own actions and your own path in life.
And while I would't give any of this up for the world and I agree passionately with all of it, I do feel like I'm warring with my instincts at times. My instinct feels, a lot of the time, to be more, well, submissive. I don't think I am instinctively a leader, a guide or a pro-active person. There is an element of me, a strong element, that just wants to kick back and let others lead, just do as I'm told and let other's stress it out. I don't agree with the instinct so I fight it, it just feels awfully tiring at times.
I don't know how to sum it up - I think a rough analogy is to say: I'd be happier with someone forcing me to get up in the morning than me reading the clock and forcing myself to get up because I know I have to.
In some ways I think it explains some of my kinks (cut for those with delicate squicks)
Though switching is fun, I much like beloved to take control - forcefully and strongly - even painfully :) Because I think I need a space in my life where I'm NOT in control. Where I can't screw up and where nothing is my fault or responsibility - where he's in control not only of what's happening and what we do but actually in control of me. If everything else has to be so controlled and commanding and free then here I want to be the one controlled, the one commanded, even the one who isn't free. It's feels sooooo GOOD to just let go of the reigns and let someone else pick them ALL up - all the reigns, even the basic ones most people always keep.
And yes, Darren is a Mary Sue :P
I'm having a listless, grumpy day, not helped by it being a bad light day as well. And still too damn hot.
Mad Secretary has a day off (to spread the insanity) and I have borrowed (or had foisted upon me) Trainee Guardian. I know you've got to be nice to the Trainees but she's too ditzy, too perky, too eager and too damn meddling. Another excuse to do nothing.
I had one of my brief, irrational, "I hate my success" vanity moments. One of those really stupid moments where it flitters through my mine "I wish I weren't a lawyer and I wish I didn't have profitable investments and just had a peaceful, boring, low paid factory job." Gasp at the stupidity, people - GASP. Of course, I only get to make such stupid lamentations because I've never had to do a "boring factory job." And all my silly regrets have the little irrational addendum "oh, but I want to keep the money and all the shiny stuff."
Which leads me into all the ramblings of my brain and how the rough edges come together as instincts war against each other
Meh, I'm having one of my "I'm sick of responsibility" moments. I'm tired of deadlines and life and death decisions and doing stuff that is so damn important. I'm tired of being integral. I'm tired of my actions mattering. I'm tired OF mattering. I'm tired of having to be right and good all the time, I'm tired of not being able to screw up or just throw it all aside and say "screw it". I'm tired of not faking a sick day and having an impulsive holiday because of all the damned responsibilities and damned consequences and damned serious serious duty.
I'm an irresponsible, lazy person at heart, I'm also reactive not pro-active. Being motivated and dutiful and sensible and structured and organised are just not me. And I hate responsibility - it stems, I think, from a part time job I had in an office during my A-levels. The boss and colleagues there was (I thought at the time) generous and really gave me a chance - by giving me all kind of power and responsibilities - me! Little young, inexperienced me!
Of course it was a con. They gave ME responsibility over any task they couldn't do - or even tasks that were patently impossible. Then when I couldn't do them either they'd use me as a shield for the higher ups. That's what responsibility has come to mewn for me - responsibility = blame/fault.
And now my whole life seems to be about responsibility/fault/blame. Get this done or X will go to prison or Y will lose her kids or Z will be deported or we will be sued or we will lose our license or I will lose my license or general badness will rain down. At home I play with money and it used to be fun to move moeny around - it was a game, but now it's another damn job and it's so serious and dutiful again.
And then there's my politics and my faith. My politics is all about personal freedom and personal responsibility - no unjust or draconian laws, no laws without proportionate, necessary reason. It's all about personal freedom - about not being ordered around unless someone has a damn good EXPLAINABLE reason to order me - and even that's not being ordered so much as being convinced. It's all justice and compassion and protection and freedom. But it comes with a demand for an independent, questioning mindset and pro-active moral reasoning.
And my brand of paganism? (Note MY brand not necessarily anyone elses) again it's personal freedom and personal responsibility. There are no holy commands and divine laws or infernal punishments. The Lord and Lady won't give me a good slapping for 'sinning' I don't even believe in sin. But again it's being responsible for your own morality, your own actions and your own path in life.
And while I would't give any of this up for the world and I agree passionately with all of it, I do feel like I'm warring with my instincts at times. My instinct feels, a lot of the time, to be more, well, submissive. I don't think I am instinctively a leader, a guide or a pro-active person. There is an element of me, a strong element, that just wants to kick back and let others lead, just do as I'm told and let other's stress it out. I don't agree with the instinct so I fight it, it just feels awfully tiring at times.
I don't know how to sum it up - I think a rough analogy is to say: I'd be happier with someone forcing me to get up in the morning than me reading the clock and forcing myself to get up because I know I have to.
In some ways I think it explains some of my kinks (cut for those with delicate squicks)
Though switching is fun, I much like beloved to take control - forcefully and strongly - even painfully :) Because I think I need a space in my life where I'm NOT in control. Where I can't screw up and where nothing is my fault or responsibility - where he's in control not only of what's happening and what we do but actually in control of me. If everything else has to be so controlled and commanding and free then here I want to be the one controlled, the one commanded, even the one who isn't free. It's feels sooooo GOOD to just let go of the reigns and let someone else pick them ALL up - all the reigns, even the basic ones most people always keep.
And yes, Darren is a Mary Sue :P
