This summer I am trying to do things that scare me, so that they won’t scare me anymore. Lately my biggest fear has been writing. While I think I am an ok writer, some of my professors don’t agree and frankly, that has really shaken my confidence. So much so that I barely write on any of my three blogs. I know I need to get over it and that most of this is in my head. I just need to write.
This summer I want to learn how to skateboard. this is something I’ve wanted to do for years but I was scared that I would fall. Sure I’m going to fall, but it’s not like I’m going to fall off a cliff or something. worst case I’ll scrape my hands and knees (nothing new there). I’ve also allowed my friend to talk me out of this, her reasoning being that I can’t do it. I hate it when people tell me I can’t do something.
Finally, I need to tell people to stop treating my like shit or acting in ways that hurt my feelings. I really, really don’t like confrontation, but I’m realizing I don’t like they make me feel more. And I really hate the way I feel when I don’t say anything. So this is something that I really need to work on because I just want to be happy and there are a few people in my life who make that difficult, and actually a few that I just wish would go away.
So these are my summer goals. Wish me luck.
I read somewhere that A Belle in Brooklyn writes all her posts on her Blackberry. Since I have an hour commute to work I figured I’d give it a shot. And I really need to write since I’ve already fallen off my write every day wagon. #weak
At any rate, I’ve been thinking a lot about these interviews I’m doing (hopefully for my dissertation). So far I’ve only done and to be honest I was not prepared for what I heard and how I felt afterwards. I’m interviewing daughters who grew up in different households and I’m
trying to explore how they maintained these relationships, what these relationships are like now and if these relationships have affected their dating habit and/or sexual behavior.
I know what my “daddy story” is and have been thinking about blogging that just to get it out of my system and to just sit and think about what it is to me and how it’s affecting my research. But that’s another post
Anyway, what’s surprised me most about these interviews is how sad they make me. Granted there were a lot of sad parts in the interview, the sadness I felt is most likely my own shit rather than empathy. It just boggles the mind how fathers can disappear and move on with life
so easily – especially when their own fathers weren’t there. They know what it feels like, and at some point they must have said “I’m never going to do that to my child.” And yet the pattern continues.
At some point, I’d like to interview the fathers. Not sure how well that would work out. Probably like how it is when Oprah interviews child molestors. She can’t be cool, she barely holds it together and you can just feel her disdain for them. Maybe my emotions aren’t that
strong, but I would be going in with judgment and emotion. That doesn’t mix well with science.
Back to the interview. It helped me form a hypothesis about how these relationships are maintained. I’m going to see if these next two relationships confirm the pattern. It’s exciting.