Monday

So... my coworker comes into work this morning and comments on my new hair cut. He tells me how much he likes it and states that with this style, I should be a model.

As a girl conditioned by the media and raised in American culture and society of the 21st century, of course my returning comment was, "Sure 30 lbs later."

My coworker then hits me with a, "Well you know they do have plus size models."

Damn. I know I'm not a mini, but I'm not plus sized. So that's exactly what I say accompanied with a wtf face, "Yeah, but I'm not plus sized."

The conversation then took a then for the worst for my self esteem.

"Well you've never been a small girl. You've always been big boned. It must be that it runs in the family."

Well damn. Now you're talking about me and my mom? What the hell? This conversation is over. I had to end it with a, "are you serious face."

He may have gotten the hint as he then said, "But you know I think you're beautiful."

Yeah, yeah. Damage done. Too late.

What a way to start off my week. I knew I hated my job.

Work Day Blues.

Do you ever find yourself head first, jumped in the pool in a situation and then later realize that maybe you should have tested the water first?

Funny how things work out. They say that people walk into your life for a reason, season, or lifetime. The difficult part is trying to figure out who fills which slot.

More often than not people are for reasons and seasons. We aren't meant to share ourselves with everyone and imagine how taxing that would be to maintain all those relationships.

Relationships are stressful and the dynamics provide for situations and reflection that not every person can manage through each network made.

When I think about life this way it makes the relationships that do withstand that much more gratifying and fulfilling. True friends, true love in any form is hard to come by. Once you have it, nurture it. It will flourish and grow.

Now I just news people to wear markers or brands of some sort. A big R, S, or L. That would be helpful.

Blah blah blah

So daylight savings time has come once again and I find myself out and about this night. Great. You wanna know why? I'm old people, I can no longer hang, so I want to one, stop spending my money and two, go the hell home because it is five hours past my bedtime. I should have been on my third dream by now.

Speaking of dreams, why am I dreaming about work? And not only dreaming about work and my coworkers, but I am dreaming about work and my coworkers on a Sunday. Now I know tomorrow is Monday and all, but hell brain, Sunday is still part of the weekend and I wish my life away for weekends during the week so I may escape work and my coworkers, so why brain are you going all over active work mode on me? You couldn't wait a measly 24 hours? We will be there tomorrow. ALL day. Just wait, stop being so anxious.

So the clocks skipped ahead, jumped forward, whatever it is that clocks and time do, it did last night. Well why is it that even though it means that I got less than four hours of sleep, why is my body still set to the old time and since I didn't have time to move the clocks in the house ahead last night, I wake up this morning to the led lights staring at me glaring a nice red 7:48.

What the hell?! Is this serious? Why does my body feel the need on the weekends to wake itself up at the crack of I don't want to know this hour exists anymore hour? Why can't my body be like normal tired bodies and sleep until it is rested, not until it has been programmed to wake up. Funniest part is that not only does this damn early rising then require me to at some point in the day take a nap aka waste perfectly good day hours because I have been up all morning aka the useless hours because there is nothing on tv and no one else is up, but during the week, I can not wake up to save my life. What is that?!

So I'm going to need a nap and I know that tomorrow when my alarm is the thing that wakes me up and not my body, my body will be on denial mode, in denial that if I hit that snooze button one more time, I will be half an hour late to work. I don't know what it is. Why can I wake up perfectly early on a weekend, but a weekday? No ma'am. That is a struggle. A true struggle.

I feel like it is a really nasty anomaly. Whoever decided it would be funny to hard wire into humans, or maybe even just me (I was hoping not to be quite so special) the internal clock aka wake up on your own thing, well they, they had a twisted sick sense of humor.

I just wanna sleep ok? So maybe now I'll take that nap.

Passion

Since beginning my new position at the health center, I have had to tell a handful of people that the rapid oral HIV tests we offered them had come back reactive meaning that there was a 99.7% chance that they were indeed HIV positive. Meaning that it was a preliminary positive.

I know these statistics when giving these results and if asked, which I usually am, I have to tell. When I say this number and the .3% chance there is of this being a false positive, you see something. You can feel it. I saw lights go out. The one woman shut off completely. It scared me. You could feel hope being sucked from her frame.

I feel incredibly guilty and selfish because whenever we get a reactive and I have to tell a person what this means and what steps need to be taken, I get nervous so much so that before I walk in the room to deliver the news, it impairs my function. I perspire, my stomach knots up, I feel like I want to throw up and pass out at the same time and yet, when I tell, once that person leaves, my part is over. My anxiety and fear is done, but for them it is just beginning. I have just sent them out into the world with a heavy burden that many will carry alone for a week, fearful to tell and not wanting to accept reality.

When I think about the people that I have to tell, the people that we miss from not asking about testing because of a bias we may have, the perception of risk, the people who refuse tedting because they are fearful of the results, I think about the virus and how easy, through ignorance, it is to transmit especially if we as a society, as a culture are oversexed and under educated.

It is accepted to have sex and we have begun to see engagement in sexual activity at younger and younger ages. For those of us who can remember being 13 and having kissing be a big deal, it's difficult for us to be only a generation away, with our younger brothers and sisters and see their ideals their values or rather lack there of.

That's not the point though, we all have free will and we all make judgements daily. I don't wish that people were not upset to find out their status, especially if it comes back something other than expected, but that expectations be different because of the knowledge we have, that has become universal and that you do not expect it because you are white or because you are married or that you are not a gay man because straight married black women become HIV positive. HIV does not discriminate by the color of your skin, your sexual orientation or preference. HIV does not care if you yourself are promiscuous or monogamous. HIV does not care about age. It cares simply about reality and HIV is real, we as humans are real and that's all it cares about. Everything else is perception, different to everyone, but HIV sees us as we are, human, host to its infection.

HIV is not destiny though. Knowledge is the weapon, lack of stigma, acceptance and understanding can soothe the wave of HIV and placate it to history instead of future.

I feel nervous for the wrong reasons, I should not be nervous to tell someone there is a chance to be HIV positive, I can be their tool, their weapon to fight the disease. I have the knowledge to fight the virus and to keep ignorance at bay regardless of status and the beauty about knowledge is that it is just as infectious and it is the one thing you can continue to give and never lose yourself.

Knowledge. Pass it on.

Just talk

Communication isn't really my thing. I've realized that I'm not the best at it. I keep too much inside because I am so desperately trying to please others and those others that I don't hide from, that I'm not scared to be me with, they get to hear me and shrug it off as of it were nothing.

Most people who know me see a happy go lucky girl, either that or they see anger. I don't show sadness because that is weakness to me. Show a weakness and that is an opportunity for vulnerability to flourish and those who have been wanting a way in to charge and conquer. Not everyone deserves a glimpse, but then again that is why it hurts so much when those let in eff about and trample upon that raw skin.

It has taken me awhile, but I am beginning to see that the world is nothing more than what you make it. Movie love doesn't exist unless you let it, best friends for life only last for so long and happiness is fleeting unless you wake up everyday and catch its coattails and drag it through your day. Grab it and drag it. The effort is worth it. The effort is for your peace of mind.

Solitude is a gift. Company a burden. Simplicity a blessing while complexities breed confusion and chaos. Breathe, smile, and keep moving.

I was with a friend today who stubbed upon this notion of a love addict. I think I may be one or I at least have many of the characteristic traits of one. I fall too hard and too easy. I am needy and can become overwhelming. My over analyzing causes me to push away because I am always trying to figure out what is going on in that maze up there. I think I can be the cure for pent up introverts and I can be enough to bring them out of that and in they end thy will love me. It isn't that I'm ridiculously full of myself, it is just something I believe or rather more times than not truly want to be.

I want to be that someone for someone. I want to learn and be learned from. I want to embody desire, admiration, love. Longing for such things places my mind in a near fantasy state and it isn't healthy. I find myself dealing with things and people that are no good for me.

I'm hoping that soon the cycle will end. I'm tired of doing all I can and investing into the bullcrap relationships that are a dead end to nowhere. Nowhere I tell you. Soon enough. I realize my faults and from there I can only try to change and learn and make myself better.

Life is about living and learning because by the time you're 80 it's time to write your memoirs.