Wednesday, November 20, 2013
On Not Being Able to Write: An Excerpt
The essential difference in these dichotomies. Without the maturity my "self" needed, I was in danger of falling in love with being in love. This love is the shallowness that I am so afraid of It exists only in titles and words, and is dependent upon an ideal that can never be met. The additional danger in that for me, is that even the ideal is so incredibly foreign, that I cannot seem to grasp. I needed a self-worthy in and of its self so that I can go into a relationship knowing that I bring as much, if not more than I can take. In my loneliness, the thing I "need" and feel tempted to take, is time. This is time that I can easily find myself lost in my words (such as now) or in his or her absence, I find myself needing something, anything, from anyone who is willing to divert my attention from the realities I would rather not see. In my work, I can forget about everything else. I can feel strong, and I can feel whole, I can feel beautiful, and I can feel love. You once asked me what makes me feel beautiful. I do not know what the "right" answer was to that question, though I remember the clear distinction of the physical, external beauty we see in magazines and soap operas, is opposed to the inner beauty we hear of on Oprah. I told you that I feel most beautiful in the Theatre class I TAd for last spring. We discussed the association between beauty, knowledge, and power. And although I am unsure if I could express the sentiments at the time, I can now clearly see that sitting in front of that Theatre, I did not need to rely on the external. "So this is what a grad student looks like," you told me upon our first meeting at the Houlihans in Long Island back in the summer of '94. You commented how the boys would eat me up at law school. Isn't that the point? I do not wish to compromise your peace in any way. Whether you realize this or not, I write these words mostly for myself, as they clearly reflect the ways that I have tried not to define myself through and by my relationships with others, since I believe that reality and identity is something that comes from within. Perhaps that is why I am intrigued by the social context of evaluation, since it is in perpetual conflict with my belief in subjective reality. [On Not Being Able To Write] So to learn of your incredible distaste for me, which, from my understanding is quite strong; there exists an incredible discrepancy in the relationship we may have had at one point, and your subjective interpretation of events. Though I need no clarification, I will not pretend as though there is no motive beneath this contact. So in the world of business where there a'int no such thing as a free lunch, you have something I need. I am willing to pay for your time, but not your affections.
Posted by Elyssa D'Educrat at 4:49 PM