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Jousting with windmills June 16, 2014

  

She posted the first poem in months and it's difficult to tell who she wrote it to although it clearly suggests some kind of friction with someone

 my best guess is that it is written for RR although it could be any one of other people including our former temporary boss, me or, any of those she deals with day in and day out in her old job

 it also deals with the pointlessness of continued conflict and how deluded the subject of the poem is

 it also comes at a time when she is struggling to regain her foot hold somewhere

It is clearly about the aftermath of some ongoing conflict and focus on someone who apparently doesn't know when to quit

She tends to be more upfront in her poetry than in her essays.  this because she can disguise the truth in convoluted metaphors, creating the necessary distance she needs to feel safe

the almost sympathetic tone to the poem suggests this is not written about me

She is talking to someone she cares about and whom she has tried to help or at least direct towards some positive goal and watches him going back to his old unwise and misguided ways

She watches him go off back to war, a true crusader, alone, doing battle possibly with windmills, back to war with himself, a struggle that wears him out and leaves him too weary to even remember why he went to war in the first place and what he thinks he needs to fix and what he sees as wrongs he needs to make right

she calls it the “wrong thought life” with wrong thought dreams that steer them always in the wrong direction

 his dreams, she claims, are fundamentally flawed, dreams he wears like medals that drag him down and makes a rut out of which he cannot climb and the more trapped he becomes the more loudly he tells people there's nothing wrong with his vision

 but she says he really knows better and sees this in her eyes but she is not strong enough to make him stop or pause or seek a truce to find peace he craves more than life or guilt or even her

this could be about anyone even someone I do not know.

 it clearly is about someone who she has dealt with for long enough to see the pattern of his life. someone filled with passion for justice even if this is misconceived

this excludes people like the temporary boss or owner or the virgin mayor none of them have real passion except perhaps for temporary boss but his is not only misguided but so full of loathing and it hardly fits the heroic statute of the poem implies

But it does fit RR to whom she attached herself at some point in 2011 and appears to have severed ties with romantically at least when she got her job for the Virgin mayor in early 2013 yet maintains contact with even when she went on medical leave and early 2014

She may have tried to reconnect with RR after his falling out with the Virgin mayor and found him embroiled in his own war, leaving no room for her

 she has since become wiser to his delusions but still has affection for him it does not want to get sucked up again in his fantasy world

It appears that she grew out of that when she trickled up to the Virgin mayor or somebody else in his administration in early 2013 and can't go back to playing as RR’s groupie

RR has even less the offer now that he has been fired from the parking authority and he goes back to his make up life as a crusader

 when she started with him he was a good stepping stone to the next stage of power. now he is a step down perhaps more than one step as she pointed out in one poem a while ago she has only gone back once in her life

This, of course, follows an essay post the day before and talked about a dream she had in some Cafe whose people buzzing around her

 she wasn't quite sitting, she wrote, hovering between floor and ceiling looking down at the scene which at the same time she participated in she felt warm and a part of things and her boyfriend (whoever he was ) stood behind her she leaned into him heard his breathing

 it soothed her as she began to realize that she did not belong there and that these were not her friends. this was not her life she didn't even know the man's name

She woke up then it was 4:30 a.m. and she was panicked over her lack of job

She is suffering an identity crisis, she concluded well she doesn't have a job or boyfriend she also isn't yet in the middle of a major crisis

the loneliness is hitting her pretty hard as she grumbled at all the happy couples

 she's a bit depressed, anxious

 it's nothing new and it's nothing like it was four months ago

 what is new is that she doesn't have anything to blame it on anymore

so now her head is searching for a reason why everything isn't peachy

She supposed as she always does that at this isn't a juncture

 she's afraid it's not going to shift, that she'll be stuck there half in and half out of hell forever

 she can't deal with that thought

she needs movement. it's an adjustment to not be extreme in some fashion, extremely overworked, in an extreme crisis, extreme Ed

she still molding the life she wants for herself she's still working on making more social connections.  she's still working on liking herself not quite recovered not quite suffering not quit. Unemployed, not quite alone, not quite sold on her derivativeness or ability to do this life in a way that makes her happy

 


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