Life is Dangerous Anyway
“You need courage to find out what you really want in life,and what you want might be dangerous. But life is dangerous anyway, and there is a beauty in becoming more and more fully who you are, as well as being pulled along by your red thread.” John Tarrant, Bring Me the Rhinoceros, p. 78
I don’t know who I am, but I might be obnoxious.
As a woman in today’s world, the expectations of family care taking fall fully upon my shoulders.Do I resent it? You bet. The concept of equality is a joke when burdened with all the responsibility and little recognition for it.
Who I am has frankly not mattered much over the years. Certain things had to get done and Barry was the only one with a job, so I did what I could. Then Barry retired and got cancer and Huntington’s and could not do much of anything. Now, I strongly suspect the cancer is back (there is a suspicious lump without a biopsy) and am looking at likely being single again within a year. And I discovered to my horror last year that the people I thought I could count on were only being polite. My “support system” has/had zero to offer.
I might be a nasty bitch. I don’t know. I’ve never had the opportunity to find out, given all the roles I’ve played: wife, step-mother, daughter, sister, sister-in-law, friend, student, volunteer, church member, etc.
I want to find out who I am, if there is such a thing. Sometimes I wonder if there are simply states of consciousness that we tap into. I’ve heard mediums say that a piece of a dead person’s anger has somehow detached itself from the remainder of the personality and taken on a life of its own, being fed by the anger of others in that location. So…the feelings are not necessarily who you are. Are we all just playing roles?