I’ve noticed I can’t tell anyone anything without starting at the VERY beginning. I feel like if I don’t tell them the back story to the present story they wont understand it. Maybe I just think people are a little ignorant, or maybe I know they are, but I am curious if I am using this “back story” telling as a coping mechanism.
I know I just wrote a blog on stress relievers, but those are specifically short-term. Those are in the moment actions to try to ease temporary pain.
But coping mechanism aren’t the same. They are long-term reactions and actions that are trying to address (or not address) ongoing or past trauma’s and problems. For instance, Anorexia, cutting, writing, therapy, working more, hyper focus on something, extreme routine, exercise, addiction (to drugs, alcohol, sex, food, video games, gambling, etc.) can be a coping mechanisms. Bad or good they are. Bad coping can get you into quite a bit of trouble, as the addicts, cutters, anorexics, and workaholics know, or aren’t aware of. I know I’ve been a lot of things, and I think though some coping mechanisms are bad, if you end up an addict or something like that you learn a lot about yourself after you come out of it. Hopefully everything will get out of their addictions, at least the harmful kind, I enjoy being addicted to chocolate, its worth it. But that too is a coping mechanism. It’s comforting, its routine, and it brings about good feelings in the brain and the tummy! So, why do it if maybe it makes you fat? Because in the end it helps.
Sometimes, the “harmful” coping kinds can be the most tempting. Sex, drugs and rock and roll, party till you die, dance till you drop, or the other side, succeed succeed succeed or fail fail fail. It’s all a lot of pressure. We have coping mechanisms for our coping mechanisms.
Maybe you drink because you hate how much you work, so then you hyper focus on sex because your drinking and work are depressing.
Or, maybe you cut because you think you’re fat and then you become anorexic to take control of yourself in a way, then you eat a lot of chocolate and the cycle restarts.
Maybe you just want to ignore your life because it sucks so bad at home or you had a traumatic childhood so you play video games and eat all day, while failing financially and never getting an education beyond high-school. maybe you don’t even finish high-school and drop out.
The possibilities are endless, but its true, all of us are using these coping mechanisms for our coping mechanisms and it’s just a horrible or terrabad cycle.
A Teenager’s Guide to Relieving Stress:
#1. Find the closest person to blab too
The more you talk the better it will be right? Get it out of your system? Well after talking to just about every single friend of yours, family members, random strangers, and maybe even the waitress that serves you lunch at your favorite restaurant everyday, you still dont feel any better.
#2. Try talking to a Professional
Hey, it works in most the movies, why not IRL (in real life) ?
#3. Decide you probably need to blow off some steam physically instead.
Run around like a child in park. Jump off a small bridge. Get a adrenaline high by taking a run around the block. Play weird games. Still feel dissatisfied.
#4. Grab a random make out buddy.
You thought this was the best idea yet.
You’re random make-out buddy happens to also have a significant other they forgot to mention. Feel like shit for 2 weeks.
#6. Video game + Monster + Cheetos Binge
You’re young, you’re body can handle it, just not the overwhelming pounds of homework, family drama, and friend catastrophes. When life gets tough, the teenagers get procrastinating.
#7. Decide to make changes about yourself.
Make quirky habits, like always folding your money in your wallet a certain way, or rearranging every salt and pepper shaker you come into contact with in the perfect way on that table.
#8. Pretend like everything’s alright
Everyone else is doing it.
#9. Try something new
Maybe drugs, maybe smoking, maybe a new video game, or maybe a scary combination of Greek yogurt and old crystallized honey bits with graham crackers.
#10. Try to forget you were stressed
Tell yourself many lies. Like : “I am the happiest person on the planet!” , “I love this song!” , “Best week ever!” , “School isn’t so bad.” , “I bet my mom isn’t the only women who will love me.”, “Someday I’ll find my prince.”
#11. Wonder why you started this
Writing stuff on crumpled lined paper titled “Dear diary” isn’t making life easier. Re-watching old ’80’s films is also probably going to give you some type of eye cancer or something bad. Definitely something bad.
#12. Do random Google searches.
This will most definitely make you think about other things. But don’t visit WebM.D., You’ll probably end up being a hypochondriac and then in turn develop extreme germophobia, which will inevitably lead to agoraphobia, says WebM.D. anyways.
#13. Fuck it.
Give up the search and buckle down. Or not.
I wrote a long while back a blog to my friend and told me not to contact him, so, since our relationship was pretty strong, I respected his need for space.
Until I received a text at 2 am from him saying to check my facebook. I got up during the sunlight hours, read the message and immediately did as instructed. It had been months since we had talked last.
He sent me a document titled: “Hey”. In the same chat box, I could see the last message he had sent me. Something about not wanting to ever talk to me again.
“Truthfully, you’re reading this because you were not expecting in the slightest a message from me. Maybe you were, I don’t know how your mind reading skills have developed, but for all intents and purposes, this is completely random. “
Then he wrote so many “I’m sorry for..” and “I know you know..” I can’t quite summarize it very well.
“Finally, I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. My mind works as well as a political organization, and is therefore subject to make completely idiotic decisions. There is so much more stuff I’d like to apologize for, but either can’t think of, or they are too relevant to list here. I’ve made bad decisions throughout the two years I’ve known you, and honestly, it feels like twenty. I’ve aged so much mentally, and gained wisdom I never would have gotten otherwise. But at what cost? In my attempt to gain the answers to everything, I lost you, friends, and people close to me. I realize now which is more important, but hindsight is always 20/20.”
While I was reading this I cried. He was really right about most of the stuff he said about things between us. We were best friends, and we fought for each other. Both of us while we knew each other were surrounded by people that tore us down and tried to tear our relationship apart. I am proud to say those people were never the reason for our relationship coming to a close, at least not on my end… I think they may have affected him in a way I didn’t understand at the time.
A year later, he and I had still been talking off and on, but never as fervently as we had that summer.
Around the same time of year, his father had taken the plunge. I knew this was almost the last straw for him, he had always said he hated his dad, for everything, but I knew no one could hate their dad… not enough to be happy when he was dead.
I called and left a voicemail. But I didn’t think it was enough. He called me back a day later, and we talked… I tried to make him laugh, but I think it was fake and forced.
It’s been almost a year since then, and he hasn’t been well at all, and he refused to talk to me after that.
After receiving the letter in September, we Skyped.
A bit of my letter in response to him:
“I look at your name on my favorite pair of pants and its all crossed out and written over.
But its still there.
Sharpie is permanent marker and I always write in it.”
…..But you know me.
A word on Sexy and Addicts
So many people think you must have the right “bod” to be sexy. Or alluring eyes, luscious hips, voluptuous boobs, nice abs, muscle tone, a tan, nice hair, perfect skin, the right sized lips (not too big not too small) the list goes on. The truth is, it’s not about your body.
Some of the most unsexy people can be the most sexy because they send the correct messages with their aura, their glances, and the way they position themselves in a room. It’s all about perceiving them as sexy when it’s really all about how good they are at knowing their own body.
This is all from some conversations and observations I’ve made recently. Of course, being a Victoria Secret model or a Abercrombie and Fitch boy helps, but I can’t even step foot in those stores because they smell so goddamn awful.
Smell. If I took a survey on why girls like certain boys their smell would affect how much the girls liked the boys by over 50%. I know this as well because I know some really skuzzy boys who smell really nice and it makes me like them. Even if they are dumb and have nothing better to do in life other than smoke weed and play video games (just sized up pretty much all the guys I know) as long as they smell really nice and know how to be sexy in their own way (aura, personality, words, body language) they are attractive.
This kinda sucks.
It sucks because these guys are skuzzy. They don’t have anything to offer my brain, my body, or my heart. This doesn’t mean they don’t have anything to offer the world; they got fuck loads of fun and hilarity, but intellectual conversations and real TLC are lacking. It’s very disappointing since its very easy to fall for a sweet boy who is pretty harmless and easy/fun to be around. But would you want to date a pot smoking, barely educated, video game addict? No, its a vicious cycle of addiction and blurred boundaries.
As you can probably tell there is some situation where I (or someone I am close with) is dealing with a pot smoking video game addict that is being sexy. I pretty much deal with guys like this all the time since I am an avid video game player and I frequent the culture and community. There are people who are fun and boisterous, some of them even have so much love to give it uncontainable. (really adorable too) But there is one we call Teemo that is not so loving, but gives everything else. He has it down to a T. The body language, the smell, the words, the right moves at the right time – its almost rehearsed. (I wouldn’t doubt if it was..) So how does one deal with such a man? By befriending and being on guard? By unfriending and not acknowledging attraction? By sidling up and soaking in what’s there to receive? I’ve already made my decision but my friend GirlyinGold still needs some ideas.
1. “I wish my name was book, so I could go up to girls and say: ‘hey ladies, you wanna go and curl up with a nice me?'” -JR
This boy amuses me a lot.
2. “Have you ever tried to drink a really thick milk shake?”
“That’s better than sex!” (this boy referring to a bunch of virtual gold)
“No its not. Dont you say that.” (Another boy)