Worth

There is a lot of sex talk in this post, just a warning

When did everything change and why did no one tell me it was happening. It seems the days of relationships are over. I may be wrong, but that is my experience lately.  Maybe it’s just the world of online dating. Maybe it doesn’t extend into the real world, I have no idea. How else do you meet someone these days? Especially when you don’t really have friends to begin with…at least not ones in the same city as you.

I have had to explicitly state in my dating profiles (yes, plural) that I’m not poly. It seems like everyone these days wants to fuck multiple people with little to no emotional connection. I don’t understand how you can like someone enough to fuck them but not enough to want to spend time with them while they actually have their pants on. Why would you fuck someone behind closed doors that you wouldn’t be willing to be seen with when the door is open.

I understand that poly is multiple relationships at once and it is not always purely physical. Maybe I have been misinformed, either way, it’s suddenly everywhere and I just don’t seem to be able to integrate into that lifestyle. I hadn’t dated for maybe 10 years or so before I got back into it with online dating. I’m still in the mindset that you meet someone, the butterflies happen, the flirting happens, the awkward first kiss happens. Now it seems that the standard procedure is jumping in bed with someone before you even know their last name. I explained this to someone once and they told me “Shannon, we aren’t in high school anymore”. I didn’t realise that it was a school aged thing…

Am I wrong to want to be with someone who wants to be with me regardless of whether I’m wearing clothes or not? Someone that wants me around their friends and someone that’s okay if the night of Netflix doesn’t end with sex. I’m sure there are still guys out there that are looking for that kind of connection. The problem with the dating world today is that people are seemingly in infinite supply. One girl won’t agree to sleep with you? That’s okay, swipe till you find one that will.

I have a hard time with a purely sexual relationship. I have tried to convince myself that this is the way things are done now, but it just isn’t who I am. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, insecurity or maybe I’m just “old-fashioned”. Having said that, I seem to be in that situation now.

I stepped away from him at first because it was purely one-sided. Of course after a few weeks of radio silence, he apologised and I am right back into it. He said that he would be okay with just hanging out and not having sex, he would leave it up to me. The problem with that is that as soon as I’m over there, he’s all over me. I guess I should be flattered that he finds me that attractive physically but there is that voice in the back of my head telling me I’m worth so much more than that. Why am I sleeping with someone who can’t tell me what his intentions are. I think in the back of my head I know exactly what he is doing and what is going on here. If I let him do it, why would he think he can’t. If I don’t respect myself enough to demand more, why would he respect me enough to offer it.

I am trying not to blame myself for this. I have been incredibly lonely and I’m getting more attention than I have had in years. I should probably tell him I’m done, and maybe I will, but I made the mistake of actually starting to like him. He gets boyfriend benefits without having to be a boyfriend…he has it made really. I have been telling him it’s okay to treat me this way with my actions. I don’t want to be left behind, I don’t want to spend another decade alone. I know I deserve better, I’m just not sure if anyone else does.

My friends tell me I’m being too intense, he says that too. Maybe they’re right but I’m just used to a different way of doing things. “Just have fun”. It isn’t fun for me. I really get nothing out of it other than lost sleep. I feel wanted for a few hours and then I’m out the door. It would be different if I had as good of a time during the sex as he does, but I don’t.

It’s not a pleasant feeling to be liked enough to sleep with but not enough to date. He says because we have only hung out a handful of time he doesn’t want to rush a relationship…but he is perfectly happy with sex. That is so backwards to me. I just don’t get it…yet here I am, doing it. I do want a relationship with him, I think… Maybe I just think I do because he’s the only one there right now. Maybe if someone else came along I would leave in a heartbeat, I have no idea. I’m confused, hurt and lonely and I don’t know what to do. I just don’t get why I’m good enough to sleep with but not good enough to date. I’m not cut out for this.

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I had originally captioned this picture on social media as “That moment that you realise you are way fatter than you thought. Time to stop eating.” Then I realised that’s a horrible way to speak to myself

I had a blast at that event last night. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see someone that looks that big. I think I am just shocked that I look that way in photos…Self love is important. That includes not putting myself down but it also means I need to start fueling my body better.

I will not fall in to the self loathing that the diet industry wants me to. I will not count calories or guilt myself for eating a cupcake. I will love myself regardless of size, shape or what I look like in a photo. 

Down With The Sickness

Well, I have not had a great start to 2017. I should know better than to post about how great last year was and hoping this year would be the same. It’s only the first month, plenty of time for it to get better…right?

I went to bed January 21st as I usually do, naively expecting things to continue as normal. At 2:33 am I hear the unmistakable sound of an animal heaving. I can never tell if it’s the dog or the cat until I’m up on them. This time it was the dog. Of course, I snapchatted the majority of it because pics or it didn’t happen right?!

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Fellow animal owners are familiar with this feeling.

So she vomited once, I cleaned it up and went back to bed. At 3:11 am I hear the sound again. I bounce out of bed just as fast as before to try to get her to the bathroom or the living room, anywhere that isn’t carpeted. I have enough puke stains on my carpet to last a lifetime.

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I had no idea what was coming (I kind of did though)

At this point, I am starting to think this might be a bigger issue than a simple one off puke fest. Daisy is very sensitive and when she gets sick, she tends to get very sick. After I cleaned that vomit session, I figured it might be best to sleep on the couch where I can hear her better and she will be in the living room where it’s not carpeted.

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Look at that awesome cat tree

After laying there for a bit, she needed to go outside to use the bathroom. I threw on mom’s house coat and braved the cold. She peed as usual and then tried to poop. When she was trying to poop, she vomited again instead. She has never done that before so I became concerned (more than I was previously). I decided to take her to the emergency vet to at least get some anti-emetics in her to hold her over until her regular vet opened at 8 am. We hopped in the car (I hoped she wouldn’t get sick in the car) and drove to the emergency vet. Luckily it’s just down the street from us so it was a quick drive. She was examined by a vet (who had a very shiny gold Rolex on) and was given two injections to reduce nausea and calm her stomach.

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The emergency clinic had two orange and white pudgy cats. I bet they’ve seen some shit

Luckily, that emergency visit did indeed hold her over until I could get her into the vet at 10 am. Her regular vet gave her some subq fluids and sent us on our way. I didn’t really get any answers at that point. I was starting to think maybe she was constipated but it wasn’t mentioned.

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Actual image of my money flying away

I paid yet another insane bill and took her home. She refused to eat or drink, she didn’t even want her chewy! She was still struggling to poop and I was convinced that she was constipated. I didn’t think she was blocked because she was still passing tiny nuggets of poop that would get stuck in her hair and lead to me having to bathe her. I called the vet just before they closed and asked what to do. They told me to come pick up some lactulose and grab a can of pumpkin from the store. They are both supposed to help with constipation. Well, she refused to eat the pumpkin. She is picky at the best of times, let alone when she is feeling gross. I gave her the lactulose and readied myself for a night of emergency bathroom runs. About half an hour after I gave her the lactulose, she vomited an enormous amount. She is sensitive to meds so I should have known better. At this point it was later in the evening and her vet was closed. I took her to emergency again.

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Very sick dog is just out of frame with a very worried dad

As you can see, she was in good spirits. There was another dog there that was not in very good shape. Poor thing had gotten into some compost in the yard and was shaking, vomiting and weak. I waited with Daisy while they tended to him. He was in much more serious condition than Daisy. Once they had that poor pup stabilized (I hope he made it), they called us in again. She threw up in the exam room before the doctor even came in. She had her temperature taken for the third time that day (and I again noticed the very shiny gold Rolex on his wrist) and they gave her the same injections again. I opted to get bloods done to check her pancreas and liver. She has had liver problems before on her previous seizure meds, so I wanted to be sure this time. Yet another insane vet bill later, we were on our way home again with the plan to see the regular vet again with the blood results.

Flash forward to the morning, I put her in the car (I think we were going to get breakfast) and she started seizing in the car. I think it was brought on by stress. Car rides had not exactly been fun for her at that point. Not to mention she hadn’t kept down her seizure meds in a few days. I called the vet and we went in as soon as her seizure stopped. For some reason, her vet has always told me that one seizure a month is “good control”. I have disagreed with this but he has the fancy piece of paper on the wall, so I guess I have to believe him? They gave her fluids again because she was dehydrated (she still wasn’t eating or drinking at this point). I took her home, still with no answers. She had x-rays, I paid extra for a radiographer’s review and opinion and all they could tell me was that she was “gassy”. I already knew that. Her farts were brutal for days previous. His answer to me was “gastroenteritis”.

At this point I had spent around $1500 dollars over the week at her regular vet and at the emergency clinic. I spent more at the regular vet than emerg, which tells you something right there! I was furious that it took a week and that much money to tell me she had gastroenteritis. I felt ripped off and that me and Daisy had both been taken for a very expensive and uncomfortable ride. He suggested yet another medication but I decided against it. I had come to the point that I was not about to give them anymore of my money. I had an incident there with Rex (my cat) a while back but they had convinced me to come back. I should have trusted my gut.

I called her old vet and made an appointment. I grabbed her file from the previous vet. At least I thought I did. I get to the new vet and realize that we are missing 2 years of blood work. She gets bloods done every 6 months because of her meds. They had given me bloods from 2015 and the most recent from the emergency vet. They said they didn’t have them. I told her to check the digital record. Sure enough, there they were! She printed them off and I scanned them and emailed them to the other vet. The vet we saw that day spent 45 minutes with me and I got more out of that than I did all week with her previous vet. He only charges $20 for an exam too. It was much more reasonable and he is very thorough. He explains everything and doesn’t cut corners. I picked up some antibiotics from the new vet and went home.

The next day she had started eating and drinking again. She also had another seizure. she should not be seizing multiple times a week on her meds, but she was. I called the new vet and left a message. In the meantime, I went to get her some CBD oil (more on that in another post, maybe). The vet said we can add another seizure med to her current one but I don’t want to start loading her up like that. She is already so sensitive to meds, that’s the last thing she needs. I decided to just stick with the CBD and her current meds and see if it worked. So far so good. No more seizures. I don’t know if the CBD is contributing to it or not, either way, it’s a good thing.

So about $1700 dollars and a week later, she is back to herself again, randomly staring at me for what feels like hours and running away when I try to walk her. She is eating again, drinking again and back on a regular potty schedule. People tell me I should get pet insurance but the problem with that is these are all considered pre-existing conditions, meaning she won’t be covered for them anyways. I think I’m just better off putting away some money each month for vet emergencies. I just have to actually do it… In the meantime, I will be working a lot of hours. At least my boss will be happy.

So, About Last Year

I get it, 2016 was a shit show for a lot of people. The majority of the North American population was glad to see it go. We lost a lot of music legends, actors and personalities that many people had grown up with. It was also shitty for a lot of people personally. And obviously, Trump happened. For me on the other hand, things went pretty well.

The year started as usual. I hit the after Christmas slump that I’m used to. Once the lights come down and reality sets back in, I tend to get pretty blech (that’s a word, I promise). My birthday is early January so usually after that things go back to dull reality. Add to that the fact that I turned 30 and I was even more shook up. A 30-year-old living with mom…nice.

I had bought an electronic keyboard in hopes of learning to play. I found out shortly after that lessons are expensive as fuck. Luckily, the internet exists. I subscribed to a few teachers on YouTube and even bought a subscription to a midi based learning program. I had every intention of learning, I just never managed to find the time. The internet sucks as a teacher, there is too much other stuff to look at. I started to drift away from it. I didn’t have the motivation. I just wanted to be good, not to have actually work at it. I’m part of the instant pay off generation. I want it and I want it now.

Later in the year, I made a resolution that I would either learn to play piano or learn to drive before the year was over. I highly expected the one I would achieve would be learning piano. I didn’t have a car and I sure as hell didn’t think my anxiety would let me even attempt it. In May, I bought a car so it would be easier for mom to get to and from work, later that month I went for my learner’s license. In October I took my test to get my Novice license. I don’t think I have ever accomplished something so fast. My mind is still blown that learning to drive was what I accomplished. How insane is that?! This is something that I thought I would never be able to do because of money and anxiety.

I also managed to snag a promotion in 2016. I went from getting paid by the line to getting paid hourly. That made my income shoot up dramatically. I have never kept a job for more than about three months. I have kept this job for almost 2 years now. Insanity. More money leads to a car which leads to a license which leads to independence and spending way more money so now I don’t have money…What a circle.

I also jumped off the imaginary anxiety cliff and went to a concert. I wouldn’t have risked it for any band other than Twenty One Pilots. They were worth the risk. That led to more concerts, Awolnation, Alice Cooper, Rob Thomas and have USS coming up in February.

Of course I couldn’t have done a lot of this without my mother. She has been a constant throughout all of this. She is by my side when I need her and reassures me when I feel like everything is ending and horrific things are happening (when in reality, I’m lying in bed having a panic attack).

Having said all this, the end of the year was rough. I had all the usual stress of Christmas and family coming over but I also had the added stressors of a half ripped off eaves trough from all the snow we have received this year (which still hasn’t stopped) and Daisy’s vet bills skyrocketed in December. She had some issues with her paws and then more seizures and she is due for her vaccines and all sorts of things happen with her in December. Christmas snuck up on me. I was still wrapping the night before.

I finally feel like I’m starting to relax after all that mayhem. I have finally been able to just sit on the couch and veg out to crap TV. Daisy is back to herself, the eaves trough is back up, I have my license, I have my mom, I have my animals, I bought a new bed so no more shitty sleeps, I have managed to pull an incredible amount of bravery and confidence out of myself that I didn’t know was there.

To think that all of the changes I made this year started with a bored day on the couch listening to Spotify is insane. Here’s hoping for an even better 2017 (for all of us).

Guess Who’s Back

Wow, it’s been two months since I’ve written. I have thought about it many times but usually by then I’m in bed and not about to move. I wish there was a way to just mind meld my thoughts onto a blog. It would be so much easier. First world problems I guess. So here we go, this might be a long one.

Let’s start where we left off. I had just gotten my N. Since then, I have managed to not wreck the car. I have had a couple of close calls but luckily I have a quick reflexes lol. I’ve been driving all over the place. That of course also means I spend a lot more money because I have access to more stores! The car has improved my quality of life so much, I don’t know how I went so long without it. I still can’t believe I can drive. It’s something I never thought I would achieve because of anxiety. I still get waves of fear while driving but am confident enough in my abilities to stay safe. For now at least!

I also went to the Alice Cooper concert with mom recently. That was an amazing show. I have never seen such theatrics in a concert, mind you I haven’t been to many. There was a guillotine, a giant Frankenstein, sparks and smoke and all sorts of stuff. We had aisle seats which was nice because we weren’t crushed like at the TOP concert. I had two guys sitting next to me that were dressed fully in latex and wigs and brought their own flasks of rum. I will tell you one thing, I won’t be forgetting the smell of sweaty latex and damp wigs mixed with rum any time soon. Still, that was one hell of a show and their female guitar player was INSANE.

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The closing shot from Alice Cooper

Since I have the car now, I have seen a psychiatrist at the TriCities Mental Health Team. I was to scared to access that before because it would have been quite the bus ride. I got a referral from my GP and went over there. She stopped my respiradone because frankly no one knows why I was on it in the first place. Apparently someone at some point thought I was psychotic. I’m happy report that I’m not. Since being off that, sleeping has been more difficult. I think it was acting as a bit of a sedative at night for me making it easier to fall asleep. I have more energy now as well. Not as lethargic, again I think because of the lack of sedative in my system. It feels good to know I’m not on that medication anymore.

The psych also recommended that I start Yoga. I did Yoga in New West through the mental health group there and found it beneficial but it was highly discounted at $2 a class. When I left New West I was no longer eligible for that so I stopped. I did some research and tried to find a Yoga studio that wasn’t too far away, not overly expensive and seemed non-intimidating. Yoga can be very judgmental if you are in the wrong studio. Luckily, I found a great studio that is no pressure, great people, the instructors are a blast and it is just regular people. No judgment and no professional yogis that can twist themselves in six different ways at once. I had been going twice a week, once to Hatha and once to Chillout which is soft yoga by candlelight (fake candles). The Hatha was a bit too intense for me so lately I have only been going to the chillout. Now that I am earning more at work, I am able to afford it.

Before I started Yoga, I was quite lonely. I had no idea how to meet people or make friends. I am doing so well and frankly was a bit depressed that I was doing so well, had my license, was working and all that and yet still had no friends. No one was noticing me. No one was there to see how well I was doing and how I was starting to function as a “normal” human being. I realize that this can make it seem like I am doing better for someone else and that I wanted to do this for attention from someone else. Maybe that is partly true. I guess I thought that if I did all this and became “socially acceptable” that people would want to be around me. People would see me as successful and think I was worth being around. Maybe if I looked like I had my shit together (even if it was only on the outside), people would want to hang out with me, see me as a fun person and stop turning me away. The fact that I had all of this together and yet was still so alone, was devastating to me.

Yoga gave me a way to meet other people in a non-threatening environment. The first class I went to, a girl instantly introduced herself to me. She was very welcoming. I kept going and a few classes later met another girl. She was super nice too. So that made two people that I might be able to be friends with. Then the last class another girl came in and we got along too. This may sound very juvenile and maybe even a bit pathetic but I am hoping these can turn into friendships and I can stop taking my mom with me everywhere. I sound like I am desperate for someone to like me and want to spend time with me and I think that’s true. Humans need human contact and locking yourself away for years can be damaging psychologically. I’m glad that I took the leap and I’m trying to make connections again.

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Candlelight Yoga, usually there are more people but the weather was shit (and still is).

Let’s see, what else has happened….I got my hair dyed the other night. I decided I wanted to go a turquoise color next. It took 5 hours to strip the current color, bleach and dye and Olaplex my hair. The girl that did it took her sweet time but I don’t mind because it came out well. I tried to book with my usual hairdresser but couldn’t because she was booked up past Christmas. I guess I waited too long. Anyway, I’m pretty happy with it. Still getting used to it though. I have had pink hair for so long that now that it’s darker again, it can be weird to look in the mirror in the morning not to mention my pillowcase is now green.

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It looks different in every light

One of the curses of anxiety is that when things are going so well, you are waiting for it to all fall apart. History has shown me that when I get up, it will all inevitably at some point come crashing down again. Sometimes farther than I was to begin with. It is always lurking in the back of my mind and I know it’s there. It’s waiting for me to show the slightest sign of weakness and it will pounce. I am waiting for the morning that I wake up and am scared to the leave my room again. Not long ago I was unable to go as far as the mailbox. I try to stay positive but history tells me it’s coming. Hopefully with the music of Twenty One Pilots (that gave me the strength to crawl out of my hole to begin with) I will make it through this time. I might stumble but hopefully I will catch myself and won’t face plant like I have before. Even if I do, I know Twenty One Pilots will be there to pick me up again.

  |-/ Together We Go |-/

Freedom

One of the biggest effects anxiety has had on me throughout the years is essentially keeping me trapped in my house. My anxiety made me terrified of transit and terrified to be away from home without a quick way to get back. For many years I only went within walking distance. If I couldn’t quickly walk home or catch a cheap cab ride back home, I wasn’t going. Cars were okay, so long as mom was driving. She is the only one I trust to bring me home if I say I need to go home. When you don’t have a car, having a fear of public transit is pretty inconvenient. Rationally, I know there isn’t much to be afraid of with transit (other than buses that don’t show, train breakdowns, drunks and the odd violent incident). The problem with anxiety is that it doesn’t care about rational thinking. I know it is relatively safe, but do you think I am going to risk it? Hell no. Luckily, five months ago I realized that I was probably stable enough in my job to afford car payments (read about that here).

Having a car was great and all but I still wasn’t really free. Everything I wanted to do was still dependent on whether mom was willing to come with me. She often would drive me when I asked her to, albeit begrudgingly. Even though she usually said yes, I always had that sick feeling in my stomach when I wanted to go somewhere. I knew it meant having to ask mom and dealing with the sighs and the eye rolls. I get it. She works outside of the house and when she gets home, she wants to stay home. I work from home so when I’m not working, I want to be out. There are always festivals and parks and all sorts of things I want to check out when I am not riddled with anxiety. Unfortunately, for the most part mom isn’t really up to them.

I got my learner’s license shortly after we got the car. Mom tried to teach me but she was pretty freaked out with me behind the wheel which wasn’t really helping me feel confident either! I decided to drop some money on driving lessons. I did my research and found a school with good reviews and at a reasonable price. My instructor was great. We got along well from day one. I was always comfortable with her and she was never stressed about the roads or traffic conditions. She remained calm in all situations, which in turn made me calm. She had me on the roads within about 20 minutes of driving in an empty parking lot. Buying those lessons was probably the best decision I could have made for myself. Mom knows how to drive, but teaching someone how to drive is a different story. I started driving every time we went somewhere.

I was usually calm driving, which I attribute to my instructor. Having anxiety like I do, which includes intrusive images, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle the constantly changing traffic flow. I worried that I would be afraid of cars acting erratically, jumping out from intersections, slamming on breaks, all that nonsense. Now yes, cars do that occasionally, but I keep my eyes sharply on the road and react if I need to. I have the general sense that most people want to get to their destination alive and without an accident, so I try to trust people to drive safely and follow the rules of the road. I have had a couple of anxiety episodes while driving. One episode actually required me pulling over and letting mom drive. I was just not in the right state of mind to be driving during that level of anxiety. Another time, I was very anxious on a busy road, but I kept going. I drove through the anxiety. If it reached a level where I was losing focus, I would have pulled over, but I managed to handle it and drove until the anxiety subsided to a lower level. I say “lower” because my anxiety is never really gone. It’s always there, it just has states that are more manageable. It ends up being an annoying little thought picking at the back of my brain instead of a monsoon of terror.

Having done all that driving, I booked my road test. I had originally booked it for next week but because of mom’s crazy work situation right now, I had to change it. The location near me is incredibly busy and when I was looking at rescheduling, the soonest appointment they had was in December. I remembered my driving instructor telling me to just keep checking and keep refreshing and see if someone cancels and I can get a spot. Luckily, I was able to. I found a spot for today (October 3rd) at 9:30 AM. I had my last driving lesson yesterday and my instructor took me on the route that the test takes, went over every little detail with me again and left me feeling confident.

So today was my road test. I was half an hour early but I wanted to give my nerves a chance to wear themselves out. The road test waiting area got crowded quickly. People of all ages were there, from teenagers to seniors. Even though I was the first to be there, I was the last to be called for my test. When my examiner called me up, she told me her daughter was in love with Twenty One Pilots as well (I was wearing my TØP hoodie). This put my nerves at ease a little bit, we had something in common.

As I was taking the test, I couldn’t help but notice the examiner ticking boxes on her grade sheet. Every tick made me think I was failing. I was making mental notes of all of the mistakes I was making. I didn’t shoulder check, I waited too long to go around that corner, I didn’t pull my wheels to the side when I parked uphill, I stopped when there wasn’t even a stop sign and let’s not even talk about the fact that I pulled out of the parking lot with the E-break still on.

Half an hour later when we pulled back into the parking spot at ICBC the first words out of my mouth were “I failed, didn’t I”. She smiled at me and shook her head. “No, you didn’t fail, but you have to work on your observation skills”. I did manage to keep my speed right on the dot. Even in the school and playground zones. I watched my signs closely and I was proud that I achieved that as it is something I had struggled with during lessons.

I passed. I passed my road test on my first try. I was in shock. My driving instructor told me about students that had passed on their first attempt, but I am a nervous wreck, surely something like that would never happen to me. I would need four or five test runs before I got it right. I walked out of that office with a shiny green N magnet for the back of my car. No more red L screaming about my lack of experience. I slowly pulled out of the parking lot, still in shock.

On the drive home I started breathing again. I’m pretty sure I held my breath for the majority of the test. I just kept repeating it in my head, “I passed, holy shit, I fucking passed”. I don’t think the gravity of the situation has sunk in yet. I still think to myself “Oh I wanna go…” and then I get that feeling again, “Mom won’t want to come with me” and I slink into my seat, only to remember that I can go by myself now. If I want to take daisy to the park, I can. If I want to go hunt Pokemon, I can. If I want to go get Doritos at 3 AM, I can. If I want to go hang out in Starbucks for an hour, I can. The entire world just opened up for me and the feeling is indescribable. I often daydreamed about being able to drive but always shrugged it off as something that people like me can’t do. I have realized that I tend to underestimate myself. I have found over the last year that I am far more capable than I give myself credit for. The more boundaries I push, the more freedom I discover. If I just let myself try, chances are I can do it. I need to stop saying no to myself because “people like me don’t do that”. Well guess what, I just did.

Sold

The Blink 182 concert is tonight. It’s happening right now as a matter of fact. I’m sure that place is going insane with the opener…unless Blink have already taken the stage. I had tickets to the concert but after thinking about it, decided to sell them. I sold them for a few reasons.

Firstly, I was stressing out about it. Sure I was excited about it, but that is a huge venue for a band that I’m not absolutely in love with. I listened to their new album a while back and it had one or two good songs. Seems to not really be my type of music anymore. I do like some of their older stuff though. I’m sure they will be playing a ton of the old music as well as the new. Maybe if they were aisle seats I would have been more inclined to go. I had enough trouble at the Twenty One Pilots concert and that was a way smaller venue and I had sight of the exit the entire time. I have been trying a lot lately to face my anxieties and not let the fear stop me. By doing this, I have discovered that I am capable of a lot more than I give myself credit for. If I at least try, chances are I can do it. This just wasn’t really worth the immense stress for me. It would have been really hard on my body to sit through that. Maybe next time they will be at an even smaller venue.

The second reason is that quite frankly we can use the money from the sold tickets more than we can use a Blink concert. Things are tight right now (they always are) and money is better than the stress it would cause, that’s for sure. I tried selling them for more than they were worth (only $20 more) but was nervous that they weren’t selling so I lowered them to cost. I won them so they really didn’t cost me anything. It’s money in my pocket (well, mom’s actually). Once I lowered the price, they sold pretty quick. Still waiting on the money to come through from StubHub though. But I know PayPal is extremely slow. Hopefully it will come in this week.

The third, and most important really, is that mom has come down with pneumonia. She is coughing constantly, can’t sleep in her bed because of coughing and has been sleeping in her chair in the living room so she can breathe better. I sure as hell can’t drag her to a punk concert in a huge venue with people everywhere when she has pneumonia and can barely walk around without coughing up a lung. I got sick after the Awolnation concert (of course) and she ended up with it. She got a bit better and then all of a sudden got smacked with pneumonia. She seems to be really struggling with it, plus her coughing all night is keeping me up all night too.

Even though I have what I think are legitimate reasons for selling the tickets, I still feel a bit of FOMO. I feel like I should be there regardless of anxiety and that it’s a failure in the fight against it if I don’t go, even though there are reasons other than anxiety. Just something I need to get figured out for myself I guess. The last time they came and I chickened out at the door, I was devastated and was convinced that I would never get another chance. They have come back twice since then, to smaller and smaller venues. Hopefully next time they come to the QE or something. I will most likely get another chance and if not, it’s okay. At least this time, it wasn’t only my anxiety stopping me. I am trying to hold on to that thought.

Scared to Blink

On Friday, me and mom drove two hours to Abbotsford to pick up the Blink 182 tickets that they said could be picked up that day. When we got there, the box office was closed due to maintenance…Two hours wasted in the car, but at least gas was cheap out there! We took the highway home which shaved a lot of time off the drive but we had to take the toll bridge and we were ticketless. I wrote them on Facebook when we got home and asked them why they told me I could pick them up that day if they were closed for maintenance, which I assume was scheduled. They apologised and told me they could e-mail me the tickets on Monday. So Monday I got a hold of them and they e-mailed them to me with no issues. At least we were saved from taking another trip out to the boonies.

The tickets are pretty good. We are near the stage but on the opposite side of the building to the entrance doors. We are about 8 seats from the aisle on the one side which is stressful. With Twenty One Pilots I think I was 5 seats from the aisle and that was hard enough. I kept looking at the door to make sure it was still there. I have been stressing about this concert since we ordered the tickets. My last Blink experience was not very pleasant. I got there and was too scared to go through with it. I cried the entire way home. That concert was at a huge venue, about 60,000 people I think. This time it is at a smaller venue but it is still going to be 6500 people. Twenty One Pilots had 3000 but it was a smaller building.

My dilemma now is, do I keep the tickets, go there and risk freaking out and not going through with it, dealing with the heartbreak of failing again, wasting time driving out there, being let down by my own brain, wasting mom’s time because of course she has to come with me, or do I take the safe route and sell them. If I sell them, at least I got money for them right? The money would go to mom because she is the one that won the prize that we used to get the tickets. At least that way we get something from it. If I keep them and go and end up freaking out and leaving, we are left with nothing and I am just going to be miserable and left with that familiar feeling of failure but if I keep them and actually pull it off, it will be amazing. I will have conquered something that beat me down so many years ago. I will prove to myself that I am capable. Is it a risk worth taking?

I decided after some time thinking that I have to at least give myself the chance to succeed. I won’t know if I can do it unless I go and try to do it. If I fail, at least I have felt that feeling before and know what to expect. If I make it, it might be one of the biggest triumphs I have had so far in this lifelong battle against anxiety. I just have to try to remember that my mind is lying to me and try my best to not let it make my decisions for me. Like I said, I have to at least give myself the opportunity to succeed at this. Even if it is terrifying, I have to try. I might just amaze myself.

Concerts

I don’t know why I haven’t written anything in a month. Nothing to write about I guess. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

I think it’s safe to say that the Twenty One Pilots concert got me hooked on live music. As stressful as it was, I had a blast. I now have four concerts coming up in three months. I’m going to Awolnation in August, Rob Thomas and Blink 182 in September and Alice Cooper in October (that one is mom’s choice). I realize that this is going to put a lot of stress on me in a short amount of time but I think I can handle it. As long as I don’t get sick for a month afterward like with Twenty One Pilots.

I just recently became obsessed with Awolnation. I knew he sang sail but I didn’t know I would like all of his music. After listening to his albums all the way through I got really into it. Lucky for me he is coming to Vancouver soon to a small venue. My cousin is coming with me to that one. It will be nice to go to a concert with someone other than my mom. Even though I will probably be twice as scared. Mom is going to drive me at least. I am hoping I can handle it. I have already sold out one of my cousins while trying to go to a Blink 182 concert. I don’t want to do that again. He should be awesome live.

Just recently it was announced that Rob Thomas (from Matchbox Twenty) is coming to the hard rock. That is just down the street from me so of course I have to attend. I used to love Matchbox Twenty. I don’t know any of his solo stuff but I hope he plays some of the songs from the old band. I guess I should listen to some of his new stuff…One thing that did piss me off about this concert is that the presale tickets were like 60 bucks. I didn’t buy presale because it included a 30 dollar subscription to the Rob Thomas fan club. So I waited until general sales happened. I was very shocked to see that the price for the same tickets (it’s general admission) jumped to 109 dollars overnight. I am still kicking myself for that! I hope it’s worth it.

I get another shot at a Blink 182 concert in September also. This is at a big venue, 6500 seats. It is still smaller than the last time I tried to attend their concert but it is still a huge venue. I have been able to look into the building on google and see the layout. Our seats are on the other side of the building from the doors which might be tricky for me. I guess all I can do is try. I like their new music but am kind of bummed that Tom isn’t there. I saw an article the other day where he said he left to investigate aliens. I wonder if he has found anything. I will have to wait and see what the new guy is like. Hopefully this is a success story and not a disaster like the last time. I won tickets for this so at least if I don’t make it, I didn’t pay for the tickets this time.

Alice Cooper is at the same venue as Twenty One Pilots. We have floor seats and aisle seats for that one. I won tickets from Live Nation for this as well and we used them to get Alice Cooper tickets because mom wants to see him. I just hope he doesn’t die on stage! Having said that, I hope no one in the audience dies either..I have a feeling a lot of old people will be there. I think I only know two or three of his songs? Should be an experience anyways.

I have a busy few months ahead of me. I hope I can enjoy them instead of freaking out. I am surprisingly calm about the concerts, except for Blink. That one is kind of freaking me out because I don’t know the actual details of it. I haven’t been able to map out every step of it like I would like to. I hope I can remember these concerts too. I don’t have a lot of memory of the Twenty One Pilots concert because I was so stressed. I am hoping I will be able to absorb more of these concerts. I just want to keep exposing myself so I am ready for when Twenty One Pilots come back to Vancouver. I am aiming to get floor seats for that..whenever it happens.

I will keep this updated with how I handle this.

Oh Shit

We haven’t had a car in about 10 years. That means we have been taking transit, cabs and borrowing family cars when we can. Not having a car is about twice as difficult for someone with anxiety and agoraphobia. Being unable to take transit means I have to cab everywhere. That means that I can only go so far. I’m not going to spend 80 bucks on a cab. Because of that, I have been pretty much been stuck within walking distance of home. Mom started a new job recently and it has been taking her 1.5 hours to get to work and another 1.5 (sometimes longer) to get home. I started sensing that we needed a car. I mentioned it to mom a few times and she always said she couldn’t afford it. Everyday she came home exhausted from the long bus and train ride to and from work, I felt bad for her. At this point, I work about three or four hours a day and I do it from my couch. I kind of felt like I needed to step up a bit.

A few days ago I started to do the math a bit on what it would take to actually get a car. I was surprised to find that it wasn’t as bad as I had thought. I researched Kias and had an idea of what I wanted. They make reliable, safe cars at a good price. I figured for the price of a Kia, I would just have to work maybe an extra hour or two a day. I think I can do that if it means freedom for me and an easier life for mom. We went to Kia on Saturday and it was a fucking zoo. They were having a sale that we were unaware of so pretty much everyone and their cousin was there. We were greeted as soon as we stepped on the lot. They’re like vultures! Our salesman’s name was Fender. He was named after his dad’s first guitar…pretty cool, I thought. He took us inside to show us a Rio. We weren’t really sure if we wanted a Rio or a Forte. After looking at the Rio, I liked the shape and I liked the interior. It felt small enough that I might be able to handle it, but not too small that it would be useless for transporting anything.

He pulled a Rio and we took it for a test drive. Mom drove it cause I don’t have a license. I don’t think I would want to drive it anyways…not fresh off the lot, lol. Mom was happy with the way it drove and I was happy with the way it looked and felt. We headed into the office to do the business end of the deal. Shit was getting serious now.

We ended up being at the dealership for 4.5 hours. Between going back and forth with the salesman, waiting for the finance people to be free, doing the insurance and then waiting for the finance lady again, it was pretty much an all afternoon affair. I had no idea it took that long to buy a car.

So anyways, I now have a 2016 Kia Rio EX that I can’t drive because I don’t have a license. I am trying not to freak out about the payments and the length of the term. It is a big responsibility and I feel like I have to actually be an adult now…Terrifying. Mom is taking me to take my L next week cause we both have the week off. I don’t think I will be able to take weeks off anymore now that I have this payment, hopefully I can still get some time off though! I just hope I can actually buy the thing, otherwise this is just a waste of a lot of money.