Ask AC (2)

Dear AC,
So, I've got a problem. Well, it's not Me with the problem, I don't think, and that's where you fit in. See, I met this amazing guy, we'll call him by his initials, JD. We've been going out about three months & I've never been so happy. He treats me like a princess, knows when to push me, & when to just hold me an' tell me it'll be okay. We share similar interests, and all round just get along dandy. So here's the thing: according to 'some' (namely one) person, I've changed. It bothered me for a long time, I never wanted to be one of Those girls, who changed herself for a guy, & here I was. & then upon further investigation, I realized, it wasn't necessarily me changing--it was me finding myself again. The first few months in MN have been a transition, & now I'm finally getting comfortable being myself, which, apparently isn't someone 'sources' like. I'm at a loss--how should i proceed? Do I fake a mask around those people, ignore them completely? I mean, who can I be if I'm not me?

Dear Identity Crisis,

Can I call you that? You didn't give me a name, but from what you're describing it certainly sounds like you're having an identity crisis. 1st of all, it's important to remember that as human beings we are constantly evolving. It's part of our prime directive, programmed into our DNA to change, to grow, to evolve. So when 'some' person said you'd changed, he was probably right. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

What matters is, have you changed at your core? You see as much as we evolve, there are always a few traits that mostly remain constant—key character traits, if you will. These traits can include values, like honesty or loyalty. They can include history, like a strong aversion to gum due to a near-choking incident during childhood (speaking from experience here) or traditionalism when it comes to always watching the Macy's Parade on Thanksgiving. They can also include connections, to our parents and our mentors who guide us. There are things that make us who we are, & it's when these things change that self-evaluation may be in order.

When the big things change, like the things we value or the history that defines us or the people we trust, we become a different version of ourselves. Let me be clear here—you are still you, no matter what's changed. That's life, & your identity is 1 of the few things in this world no 1 can take away from you. That being said, if you have changed, ask yourself, what feels different? Is your mood generally better or worse? Are you closer to your goals or farther from them? Do you like or dislike yourself? Don't worry for a moment about how others percieve you—how do you percieve yourself? If you're happier, self-fullfilled, & like who you are, then change is good. Embrace it. & if others don't, then they're the 1s with the problem, not you. If however you're unhappy, unfullfilled, & dislike yourself, take a step back. Go over what's important to you—values, history, & connections—& try to figure out where you took a wrong turn. Remember, we are always changing, & it's never too late to recalculate & figure things out.

Back to your initial question (before I got all long-winded & deep), I admire that you don't want to change for a man. Keep in mind though that if you're changing for yourself, it's a whole different story. If you're feeling good about who you are, there's absolutely no reason for you to "fake it" around others. You are who you are. Embrace it. & if you're feeling lost, not sure of who you are, then take a step back & think about it. Figure out what you value most. Remember your history. & seek advice from those you trust. 

No man (or woman) is an island. But we're also not clay, waiting to be molded by someone else. Our identity is a composite of how we percieve ourselves, how we percieve others percieve us, & how others percieve us. In that order.

Hope this rather long & tangential response helps. 

Best,
~AC

Tangents on Crazy

Honestly, this blog post doesn't have much of a 'theme'. I'm not sure mine ever do. Let's face it, I write quite a bit like I talk: one short fragment away from the crazy train. It's why I'm loved. Seriously, if normal people listened in on AC's & my phone conversations or glanced through our texts, they would be seriously concerned. Half the time I'm concerned.  In any case, this blog post is a catch-up of the past couple weeks cause I've been busy, & a little lazy, about writing.  

So first, I've started bar-tending part time at the local bar, & I love it. Some days are more challenging than others. I usually work the Monday nights (which aren't Too busy) & I pick up a happy hour shift here & there--they're always fun, & it's quick cash. Besides for that, you know I work at a gas station. 

The people in town are getting to know me, which is kinda funny & kinda scary. I'm the foreigner, the bubbly one, the bouncy one...known as trouble on occasion. I'll take what I can get.  Could have a worse reputation. 

Know what I'd like to thank? I'd like to thank the amazing people out there who put up with my craziness.   I am a special brand of crazy, & i know it. For one, Minnesotans aren't easily excitable fellows, & well, I am. I talk quick, I bounce around, and I hardly make sense. Yet somehow my fellow Minnesotans tolerate me anyway. 

There's someone in particular I'd like to thank, and that's AC. We all know without her, I wouldn't write this blog (I don't even know how to set one up! From helping me to price out apartments to reading my writings all the way to cheering me on, helping me out, or givin' me a stern talking to when I've needed it, AC has been there. 

I'm super tired or I'd write more. So thanks guys, for puttin' up woth the crazy!

G'night,
~LB

Adventures in House-training

Sadly I am not talking about house-training my parent's pup Harry.


He & his big bro Sunny are much more trained than a certain problem of mine: my roommate.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not unreasonable. There's only a year age difference between us, & I'm not exactly a neat-freak. But Good Gods. I'm talking a mountain of dirty dishes, piles of crap on the living room table, shards of glass on the kitchen floor. The latter, by the way, which got imbedded in my foot & still has me limping a month later. She does none of the cleaning for our apartment; the only thing she'll do is take out the trash & on very rare occasion wash & put away her dishes. Let me clarify, I wash a plate, she washes a plate, & she'll only put away 1 plate. That's right, just hers. 

Sufficed to say, she drives me a bit bonkers.

So last week I decided I needed a new plan of action before I explode. Thus far I've done all the cleaning & all the chores because as much as I'm not a neat-freak, I will not live with raw meat guts soaking on my kitchen counter or mystery dirty dishes stinking up the entire apartment. (Sadly I'm not even exaggerating.)

The plan—house-train my roommate.

I'm taking a Pavlovian approach. Last Tuesday I ran the dishwasher (which she always loads with her unrinsed dishes but cannot be bothered to actually run—she'd rather actually run out of dishes) as usual. Instead of emptying it as usual though, I stuck a post-it note to it.

That's right, a post-it. 

Hear me out, the written word is my forte & I can be very persuasive. I left her a note, telling her very nicely but very firmly that she need to put away all the clean dishes—from the dishwasher & from the sink. & then I left for work.

Well I'll be damned, but it actually worked.

I came back from work, tired & ready for a fight, & all the dishes were actually put away & in their proper spots no less. I was stunned. I was pleased. Most of all I was empowered. 

Today, I ran the dishwasher again, washed some dishes by hand (hers &
mine) & left another post-it. I figure if it becomes a pattern, every Tuesday the same thing, maybe eventually she won't need the notes. Maybe she'll just learn to do this 1 little thing for the good of the apartment & my sanity. Maybe she can be house-trained.

Or maybe not. I guess we'll see tonight. Until then, here's hoping.

~AC