From the “Dhammapada”
“All beings tremble before violence.
All fear death.
All love life
“See yourself in others.
Then whom can you hurt?
What harm can you do?
“He who seeks happiness
By hurting those who seek happiness
Will never find happiness.”
10 Violence, the Dhammapada, rendering by Thomas Byrom.
Hooked on Boredom
I have been crocheting like a fiend lately, and I’ve gained patience and skill, in addition to a long list of projects I want to start. I started a pair of socks but set it aside part-way through the first. The gifts on my list stick with me better–I guess I’m just a giving person, or something.
Tonight, though, the projects I have going have lost my attention and I can’t seem to find anything quick and easy to try in the meantime. Lame!
/whine
From “The Meaning of Matthew”
“Today I realize that this is one of the biggest roadblocks when it comes to people accepting gay people–particularly gay men. Some folks think being gay is only about having sex with someone of the same gender, and that’s the last thing many people want to think about. Now that I’ve become friends with so many gay people, my eyes have opened to the fact that, straight or gay, sexual orientation is about so much more than just who you go to bed with. It’s about relationships.” – Judy Shepard
Kind of “duh,” yes, but it’s amazing how few people realize this–be they anti-gay or “neutral.”
Ramble ramble.
Alex Gómez and I are making Wee One her Hallowe’en costume. Yes, it’s a bit late. Bad parents! At least we have a week? Anyway, she’s going to be Harley Quinn, so I’m getting yarn today to (hopefully) make her hat, collar, mask, and shoes.
“Scripted” has become such a pain in the rear without an editor who knows more than us. It’s an excellent learning experience, let me tell you! We are definitely going to approach projects very differently from now on. Speaking of which, there are several scripts an concepts in the works. Just need to make them more solid and, you know, financed. It would be nice to shoot something with a camera meant for filmmaking and a boom mic, let me tell you!
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I should be thankful
I tell people when they express sympathy to me for having Coeliac that there are worse things to have. And there are. After all, we have a “fix” of kinds. Don’t eat gluten and you won’t get sick. Pretty simple.
But it sucks. Not because it’s hard, though it is, but because so much of our socialization in this country has to do with food. Because my family is Southern and it’s easier to lie to my great-grandmother and say we’ve eaten already when she offers food I can’t have. It’s rude and I hate it but I’ve tried explaining it and it’s just easier to lie. She doesn’t get it. No one gets it. No matter how many times I explain, they don’t really see me as being healthier and they don’t understand that I HAVE A DISEASE DAMNIT AND IT SUCKS. Only my mom has really noticed a difference, from when I was dying and crazy to now and she is thisclose to joining me in my misery.
It’s isolating. I’m always on the outside, even when I bring my own food. No one really wants to try what I can eat, too. They’ll just make their own to eat while I have mine. It’s not bad, I promise! Gluten-free stuff can be amazing, as evidenced by the green bean casserole my husband made for Thanksgiving that my mother deemed the best she’d ever had. But no one wants to try it.
It makes me wonder if maybe I’d be better off with another disease. One with a less easy “fix.” Because then maybe people would realise that it is a disease. Maybe then it would be something they could understand. Maybe then people wouldn’t be so resistant to getting tested and dealing with it. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone in a room full of my own family.