I told myself I would figure out this happiness thing. Honestly I don’t have the slightest idea of what happiness is. Maybe it’s just being too distracted to think about negative things. I feel like when people say they are happy it’s one of two things. First, that they are lying. The second is that found something to keep them content for certain amount of time. True happiness? Kind of sounds like a scam to me. I like the highs and the lows. I mean it’s not a great thing but it keeps things interesting. The lows make the highs better and I always learn something from the lows. Anyhow, I started to paint. Nothing that I paint makes sense. It doesn’t look good but it means something to me. My mom tries to make me feel good and say how beautiful they are. One person likes them. So that’s something.
Sunday was one of those nights where you’re doing good then everything hits you at once. Questioning everything. What am I doing with my life? Is my major what I really want? Is going to Sweden worth my time? What the hell am I doing after April? The typical type of questions that I think of all the time. It was different this time though. It left me with a worried feeling. I should have things figured out but everyday I wake up and just lay there being completely clueless. Absolutely everything is progress. Or at least that’s what my wrist says.
You know that second that someone asks what you want or something along those lines? Your stomach starts to get tight. I can talk for a lifetime but ask me to explain something that involves my feelings and I’m at a loss. Then again I’m over here wanting to know what people want from me. Where I stand and all that. I’m surprised no one has tattooed hypocrite on my forehead yet.
One day I want to write something that means something to someone. I don’t know what. Maybe it will be a letter or something on a bathroom wall. It will have an impact on someone and that will be enough. No one has ever said that to me before.
I spent most of yesterday trying to figure out what happened. How I got to this point. In the end I realized it was a lot of things. I’m not going to be angry about this week though. I know the things that happened needed to happen. If they didn’t I wouldn’t have figured all of this out. It also lead me back to being friends with my best guy friend I’ve ever had and I’m stoked about that.
I always know that this is going to be a rough time. For years I think I have been using it as an excuse to just allow it to happen. Oh, it’s that time of year when I feel like this. It’s who I am. I can’t change it or overcome it. The thing is though I can. Somehow I expect others to deal with me. Just because the chemicals in my brain are off that somehow it allows how I am to be acceptable. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that depression is something to blow off. By all means it’s not but it’s not something that you can use to justify things. Sure it may explain why you’re a certain way but it doesn’t mean that its the reason I don’t do something. I can and I think maybe I have always known that but it’s always been simpler to take the easy way out. I am constantly so angry at myself because I know what I am capable of being. For the last ten years I’ve let one damn thing hold me back because I have always thought it was bigger than me. Around this time last year this guy told me that I was more than just my depression. I got angry and took it as him dismissing this thing that basically defined me. The thing is that he is absolutely right. While I wish I realized this a year ago I can’t go back in time and make myself. So now is when I move forward with my life. I know that it’s not going to be some cakewalk. It will always be apart of me and there will be days where it may get the best of me. I don’t have to let it define me anymore though. I won’t magically fall asleep tonight and wake up in the morning feeling pure happiness. It’s something I have to work at. I have to learn to be happy myself before I can make anyone else happy. Making other people happy and being enough is what I want most. So here’s to the beginning of it all.
This week has been an absolute rollercoaster of emotions. Right now is normally the time that my doctor ups my medication. I found out she’s not coming back though. In the last ten years I’ve gone through seventeen psychiatrist. Out of those seventeen I’ve only really like two of them. I have what everyone refers to as a ‘unique’ personality. My thought process never really makes sense and I can be kind of an asshole if you don’t understand my sarcasm. So finding a doctor that gets it isn’t a cake walk.
Last week in therapy I went over the whole me being nothing more than a burden to the people in my life. She is one of those people who know me better than most. Listening to my bullshit for ten years can do that. Anyhow, after she explained that when someone is like me and will bend over backwards for almost anyone. You generally are better at being their for others and you tend to view yourself as an inconvenience. I always thought that when someone said they cared about me it meant they would be there for me just like I would be for them. I have always been the drop everything and be there for you to the best of my abilities. If someone needs you, you call them and talk to them till they are okay. You do what it takes to make things better. Then there I was Tuesday sitting in a park by myself in the rain. That’s when it hit me. I can’t expect people to be there for me the way I am for them. People care in different ways and that’s just something I have to accept.
I have started about ten post since the new year. Each time I go to write some about memories of 2018 or goals for 2019. Turns out 2018 wasn’t all that significant. I couldn’t come up with a list of things I wanted to accomplish this year whenever I sat down to write it. At the time I didn’t realize how boring it all was. I had plans in the beginning of 2018. None of it played out how I planned though. I spent the year staying around in my house doing nothing. The good news of it all is that it made me realize that I need to be different this year.
I went to therapy for the first time in what seems like forever. Really it’s only been since March. I missed going. My therapist is honestly one of my favorite people. I’ve seen her for over ten years now. I got lucky. She was the first person I ever saw. I get this high after therapy. It’s like everything is released from me, it’s great. I spent most of my time asking questions instead of focusing on myself. I have always had a hard time explaining how I feel or the way I think. It’s good that I’ve seen her so long because if I said the things I do to anyone else they would worry.
They had all these notecards in the waiting room with quotes on them. I like one posted above. Some were foolish. Like how a caterpillar thinks it’s the end but they still go into a cocoon. How could people possibly know what a caterpillar thinks. One time when I had a new doctor they had the picture below in their office. I couldn’t see how it could possibly be an inspiring or meaningful. It seemed rather negative to me. I get it’s suppose to be the state of mind kind of thing. Blah blah blah but still if you’re in charge of deciding what medications will help the chemical imbalance in my brain you should probably have a little more uplifting posters. When I asked her to explain how it’s a positive message she seemed like she was upset with me. Needless to say I never saw her again.
As I have established growing up I was an ungrateful bitch. My family has always done their best to provide and give me everything I always wanted. It has taken me a long time just to realize all they do. I wish I was able to appreciate it at a younger age. While everyone in my family is great, my grandmother is hands down the best. Honestly, she’s my favorite person to ever exist and not just because she was the one who introduced me to my favorite cheese. She may be the one person that loved my dog as much as I did. Which is saying a lot because I loved Lucky more than anything in the world.
Most people will say that they are a good person. My grandma isn’t like that though. She knows she’s a good person but she never gives herself credit. I think that’s the one thing I find most frustrating about her. It’s not just the being a nice person. She has always been one to go above and beyond. Not just for family but for every person she knows. Life hasn’t always been easy for her. The thing is though she never took the easy way out. Each of her decisions has always been what is better for everyone not just what would be best for her. Working endlessly to provide for her family. Spending her days in high heels carrying around thirty pound trays of food. Raising three kids (I know that had to be a handful because I have my dads personality and look at how much work I am). To dealing with me at my worst. She’s one hell of a women.
I could name a billion different reasons on why I love her. The world only needs to know a few. She is one of the most accepting people I know. Her cooking is phenomenal. Anything I know about cooking is because of her. One time she was saying how the bus boys at her work took her to some rock concert, turns out she saw The Who. She has always been open with me. I have a never ending amount of questions about everything. I know I ask questions on topics that can be hard for her to talk about but she does anyway. She allows me to speak freely without judgement. While I know she doesn’t love every decision I make she has always supported me. We have our different opinions on how people should act sometimes (she was raised with the good ol’ southern manners), tattoos, and taking shots (she’s a bourbon on the rocks kinda gal).
I think a lot of who I am today is because of her. If I could been even a fourth of great as a person as she is I would consider myself ridiculously lucky. Obviously this post doesn’t do her any justice. Happy birthday, lovely lady.
By no means am I a writer. None of this is to advance some sort of journalism dream. I don’t write because I want to change the world. Honestly, my therapist has been telling me for years now that I need to do some type of journaling. So here we are. If you have taken the time to read anything I’ve written then two things. You know that nothing I say necessarily makes sense. Also, you’re a complete doll for taking the time to actually read what I have to say.
I am continuously at war with myself. Lately it seems like the worlds slowly burning around me. Ten year ago today I got on a plane to go to Florida for vacation. I guess you could say that was the start of my downfall. 3,650 days I can’t seem to decided if I’m just like the person I was back then or if I’m completely different.
Looking back I’m disappointed in myself. This was never who I wanted to be. I had plans. My emotions consuming more and more of me each year leaving me where I am right now. My life was suppose to be together by now. Have a steady job, college degree. At least have some of my shit together. I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know how to be the person that I need myself to be.
These last few days have been a blur. I’ve managed to go through a million and three emotions. Existing becomes so much work. I become empty. I lose desire for the things I love. My bed is the only place that I want to be. Granted I think too much. I know that.
I think I expected people to be there for me because I try and do my best to be there for them. In reality it doesn’t work that way. People live their own lives. Just because I need something doesn’t mean the world is going to stop and they will be there for me. I am actually a huge burden.
I’ve come to realize that when I’m at a low I think all I really want is for someone who is important to me to believe in me. Not that I can do anything or save the world. Just that the feeling will end, they care and life will continue on. Telling yourself those kind of things doesn’t have the same impact.
This is me being dramatic, I guess. I suck and hold on to the past. It’s not healthy. It’s the one thing that can’t change though. The future is a complete guessing game. It scares the hell out of me. Committing to the unknown and not knowing what to expect. Terrifying.
Here is the part where I tell you that this year is going to be different. New year means new me. I’ll change my ways and be the best I can be. I’ll be honest though. I know myself well enough to know that’s not the case with me. I’ve never been one for New Years resolutions. If I want something to change then I can do it any of the 364 days of the year. Granted the idea of changing is much easier said then done. I constantly put it off. I expect things just to change without putting in the work to do so. I guess the one thing that I really want this year is to become the person that the people in my life deserve.
Hello future Harper,
Despite being great at building yourself up for the letdown you didn’t enter the year with high hopes. Maybe that was a good thing because it wasn’t what you would have ever expected. You met and had a lot of amazing people in your life. Some stuck around and others made an appearance. Everyone left some sort of impact on you though. You have absolutely no idea what you are doing with yourself. I can’t say you’ve changed because for the most part you’ve been the same person for the last ten years but in a way you did. The things you wanted changed. You still run from your feelings. Some part of you has decided that you want to go after the things you want. You have made a lot of mistakes. You messed up something that could have been a good thing. You made it through another year. In a way I guess you could say you grew up a bit.
Harper Payne of 22/12
This is suppose to be about holiday drinks. Heres the thing though. I’m not a big fan of
mix drinks. Despite my grandmothers hate for it, I’m all about throwing back shots. She says that it’s not lady like but I’m not someone who can just sit and sip on bourbon. The only mix drink I really like is a dirty / naughty Girl Scout. It’s one of those drinks where you’re like oh this taste like candy then it hits you. Also gives you a great drunk nap. There are a million and one ways to make it. People use Kahlua but I’m not a big fan of it. Note why I do joke I named my dog Lua after Kahlua it’s really after a song. I do mint and chocolate liqueur with Baileys (sometimes vodka). You can do equal parts of each or whatever you are feeling.
Someone I know posted this on facebook. I can’t remedmber who it was. I think this is a pretty good example of what life feels like right now. I could sleep until spring.
Last night I got to see Larkin Poe live. None of my friends wanted to go with me and despite me being twenty three I was still nervous on looking lame by going by myself. My mother was sweet enough to join me. (Also happy birthday Momma Payne). She just got a knee replacement last month so once we were there she decided to tell me that she was just going to sit somewhere. I stood by myself and ended up looking lame anyhow. When I’m alone in crowds I’m not a pushy person. You wanna stand in front of me go for it. So I was in the middle of the crowd. I started talking to the lady next to me who was a complete sweetheart. She got us pretty close to the front. (I was stuck behind this drunk guy who stepped on me multiple times) She was with her friend both around my moms age. I’m super weird and was like hey you look familiar. Turns out that I was in Girl Scouts with her daughter when I was seven. She remembered me so it was less weird. Anyhow. Amazing concert. They are just ridiculously precious. If you have the chance to see them, take it.
- Would you rather have to eat a whole turkey in one sitting or never be able to eat turkey again?
I don’t really like turkey, I always have ham so never be able to eat turkey again.
- Would you rather get the best gift you ever received again or get a new gift (but have no idea if it will be good or bad)?
- Would you rather relive a past winter holiday again or get to travel to a future winter holiday?
I don’t think I’ve ever had like a wow amazing winter holiday. I’d travel to the future.
- Would you rather spend the holidays with your family or with three celebrities (you can choose the celebrities)?
1. John Mayer- Imagine just jamming to holiday songs with him.
2. Chrissy Teigen- Amazing food and she’s hilarious.
3. Some famous architect- The snow forts we would make would be mind-blowing
- Would you rather have to cook the big holiday meal every year or have to clean up and do the dishes after the holiday meal every year?
Cook. I don’t like touching dishes with food on them
- Would you rather be a kid or a grandparent during the holidays?
There use to be this great magical feeling of the holidays when I was little but now that I’m older I get so excited about other peoples gifts so grandparent.
- Would you rather give up one family tradition or start a new one?
New. Our only tradition really is watching family stone and that’s not going anywhere.
- Would you rather have the (skill) of (family member) or the (another skill) of (another family member)?
Grandmas cooking skills
- Would you rather get to invent a holiday on whatever day you want or have a holiday fall on your birthday?
Invent a holiday. I have so many ideas for this.
- Would you rather wear a Santa outfit or an elf outfit to work every day for a month?
We had this elf outfit I thought was the coolest when I was younger so I’d do that again. And I’d be so amused if the shoes had bells.
- Would you rather be famous for starring in a cheesy holiday movie or not be famous at all?
Famous if it was a lifetime movie.
- Would you rather work untangling Christmas lights or work as a mall Santa?
Christmas lights are like a frustrating puzzle but I like them. Santa a kid could kick me or throw up on me. Plus with the lights you get to look at them be pretty. I’m not a nice enough person to think that making kids happy is worth all of that.
- Would you rather have your ears turn into elf ears or have a Santa beard forever?
- Would you rather give up Christmas trees or Christmas cookies?
Really I’d give up either of them.
- Would you rather get one amazing holiday gift or 10 OK holiday gifts?
I return most of the gifts I get so ten okay ones.
- Would you rather be an elf in Santa’s shop or a reindeer on Santa’s sleigh?
Elf. I want to invent things and put them together.
- Would you rather have it be your favorite holiday every day or never have that holiday again?
I don’t have a favorite holiday.. so.
- Would you rather know what all your gifts are or be surprised by all your gifts?
Surprised. If I knew ahead of time and I didn’t like it I’d have to say it twice.
- Would you rather only have dessert on holidays or never have dessert on holidays?
Never have dessert on holidays.
- Would you rather get a paper cut every time you wrap a Hanukkah present or get burned every time you light the menorah?
Jokes on you cause I don’t do either of those things. Maybe burn though because it would only happen eight times. Paper cuts hurt even after the fact. Like when something gets in the cut and you want to cry.
- Would you rather have holiday decorations up all year or never be able to put them up again?
I leave my Christmas lights up all year. Our decorations aren’t super neat so it would be whatever,
- Would you rather volunteer to help a friend wrap presents or shop for presents?
I LOVE WRAPPING PRESENTS
- Would you rather get a person who is really hard to shop for during Secret Santa or have no one get your name for Secret Santa?
Doesn’t it work so everyone gets someone? I don’t know. Shop for someone hard.
- Would you rather live in a gingerbread house with your group of friends or never be able to live with any of them?
Never live with any of them. Gingerbread houses are gross and theres no furniture so it’s not practical.
- Would you rather experience a Christmas in 1700 or in 2100?
- Would you rather spend Christmas with your group of friends or have them each be replaced by their favorite celebrity?
Honestly, replaced by their favorite celebrity that would be so much more interesting.
- Would you rather only be able to watch your favorite TV show during the holidays or have to watch it every day of the year?
I don’t like watching things I’ve already seen. So watch during the holidays only. BUT. If I could erase my mind after each time then I’d watch it everyday of the year.
- Would you rather star on a popular holiday music single or star in a popular holiday movie?
Holiday single. If I can be famous because of my terrible voice that would be awesome. I’d just constantly laugh… and maybe cry.
- Would you rather vacation somewhere cold or hot during the holidays?
- Would you rather get stuck in an airport during Christmas or get lost in a Christmas tree farm?
Tricky. It depends on the time I’d be stuck at the airport. If it’s 6 AM when they don’t have anything open and the food is sucky then get lost in a Christmas tree farm. If the tree farm is really cold and I’m alone, will I ever be found? then Airport. If everyone in the airport is really cranky then tree farm. If wild animals can come and kill me. Rather be stuck in an airport. UNLESS the animal killing me was a moose cause what a way to go.