Disappointment

I think one of the things I hate the most is disappointment. I don't like to be disappointed myself, but I hate even more when other people are. Even about the stupidest, littlest things. I remember one time I went to the zoo for a field trip in school, and I had this thought to get something responsible for a souvenir. I decided to get a hair tie, a yellow one with this little thing on top. I thought my mom would be so proud of me. I couldn't wait to take it home and show her what I'd gotten, and how good I had been to get a hair tie. I can't even fathom now how this was so important to me then. I just remember bringing it home, and showing my mom, and her saying it was all ruined and stretched out. I remembered deliberately picking that hair tie because I thought it was bigger and could hold all of my hair in it better. She couldn't possibly understand how crushed I was that she didn't think it was wonderful...she just said cruelly how it would have been wonderful if I hadn't picked the one that was streched out.

I remember my little brother bothering me so badly; he was so selfish and stupid...(we didn't get along very well when we were younger), and every year at Christmas he would always seem disappointed at the presents he got, like they weren't enough or why hadn't he gotten what my older brother had? And I remember feeling so angry at him, this painful anger that I never even realized until right now was painful because I hated seeing him disappointed, despite how much we didn't get along. Why couldn't he just be happy with what he got? And even worse was my parents, who wanted to make him happy and had gotten him so much, and all they wanted was to see some gratitude. It makes me cringe a little inside even now to think of them.

It happens so often. Birthday party let downs, people you think are your friends turning out to betray you or your family, fun-planned weekends that turn into a fighting, frustrating mess, plans not working out, but mostly it hurts when I see others wanting something so much-wanting to impress someone, wanting someone else to notice something they've done, and being rejected, being ignored. Wanting someone to care and finding out they don't. No wonder I've tried to make it my motto not to expect anything, but just accept what happens. For some stupid reason I'm overly sensitive to disappointment.

For example. My dad bought me a camera for my birthday. Great, right? I need a camera, I've been trying to work out getting one, and here it is, an unexpected birthday present. But my dad, like always, has gone overboard, and instead of getting me a tiny, respectable camera that's good enough and will be easily carried, he gets me this honker of a machine that he doesn't think is too big and that does all these things I'll never learn how to do, and it came with a free photo printer that is mine as well. He's so excited about it, and my mom is there telling me I can trade it in for a little one like hers if I want, and my dad tells me I can too, but look at this cool thing, and all these other things my camera can do, and I know he's disappointed that I don't want it. It's almost like a battle between my mom and dad. But really just him wanting to do as much as he can for his little girl, and I feel sick to refuse him. So I just stare in disbelief at the camera and pretend I'm just in shock that they got me one at all, but I'm sure he realizes I'm not as excited as I should be. See the ridiculousness? But it happens all the time. I can't even count the number of times I've gone out to eat when I wasn't hungry or gotten ice cream or played basketball or tennis or any number of other things with my dad just because I knew he wanted to and I couldn't disappoint him. I've stopped a little now; I realize I kinda hate basketball right now and I won't shoot hoops with him, and when I give in and say I will he's all upset and won't do it because he can tell I don't want to. and I understand. I hate doing things with people if they don't want to. I get upset at people when they don't want to do what I want to do. It's so stupid.

I hate disappointing people. That's when I wish I could just live on my own and have no one ever depend on me or want to do anything with me. And I don't want to depend on anyone else, cause they always let me down too, or don't want to do exactly what I do, or don't think exactly the same way as me. Why does it matter?

Giving Homeless A Try

Despite my desire to have a home and feel rooted, this summer looks like it will find me homeless for about half of it. I'm actually excited and looking forward to the things I can learn from this new perspective. So last weekend was my first shot at not having a home, and I guess I found there are good and bad aspects to it, as with most things.


I drove into Provo Saturday night around 7 PM, and had no idea where to go or what to do. All I knew was that I needed a shower. Turns out my trusty car, a.k.a. Horn Powder, does not have a trusty AC system. So I texted a friend and asked what her plans were for the evening. "Not much" she said, and asked if I had any good ideas. "A shower sounds nice," I responded. This was awkward. I don't like people thinking I'm using them, any more than I like actually using them. I did want to hang out with the girl, just wanted a shower first. She very graciously let me use hers, and then we had a fun night watching a movie and eating cold stone ice cream. *Side note* why do I keep going there when I'm against it by principle? It's way overpriced and not really worth it. But then again, it's so good!


Anyway, I spent the night on her couch, then snuck off in the morning to attend church with another friend in my old ward. So wonderful, seeing old friends, promising to call people and hang out...will I honestly do it? I don't know. But its somewhat liberating to know that if I don't want to, I just won't ever see them again, and that's fine. If I do want to, I'll just go to church or something. After church I went to a park, pulled out a blanket, a ton of books, and my phone, and settled in for a great afternoon spent outside, observing others and feeling so transparent. Whenever I'm gone from Provo for a while, the shock of coming back is rather harsh. The park was wonderful because weird people go there, cool people, boys with mohawks at a family picnic, girls with dreads and tank tops. I felt so much more comfortable with these people. I called a ton of people I never talk to because I always have something to do and no time for phone calls, then just laid there for a while until another friend called and I went to see her. It's great. I get to visit people, they generally feed me- under the false impression that I'm starving in my homelessness-then I leave them and go to a park in the downtime. I've never spent so much time in parks, and I really like it. Somehow, from my homeless position, I don't even think about what I must look like or what people are thinking of me, a poor lonely girl sitting alone at a park watching others. Its' amusing really.


So that night I really just wanted to be alone. I'd spent two weeks living on other peoples' timetable and was feeling the need to be independent for a while. I thought of all the friends' I could call that had offered me a place to stay, and instead headed up a canyon at sunset, realizing that though necessity had driven me to it, I really do come to the wilderness for help, for answers, for solace. The beauty calms me, and things somehow become clearer, or less important. The perspective changes. So the answer did not come by way of a place to stay that night, but somehow it didn't matter. I drove back down the mountain, looking for a quiet place I could sit for a while and think. I found a cozy niche and laid out my blanket, again with books and notebook in hand. I read from the Bible, then just sat and looked at the one star that shone in the slowly darkening sky. I listened to the noises and felt even more liberated at my ability to be alone, without worrying, and to connect with myself, to feel alive. As the darkness deepened I had my first real talk with God in months, and I was humbled to find He stills loves me, still waits to hear from me, no matter how stupid I am or how long I take to find Him.


We had a good talk, a long talk, and then I realized that I really did need to find a place for the night. So I headed to another spot, intent on sleeping in the back of my car, only to find a couple people parked there with a dead battery. Luckily I had jumper cables and we got them on their way...helpful for them, and for me, because I didn't really want anyone to know I was sleeping there in my car. I got my "bed" ready, and as I snuggled into the back seat of my car I realized, yet again, that I just don't sleep well in cars, although I was more comfortable than I expected. I also realized how happy I am to have discovered how little I mean to others. Last time I spent the night in my car I was so paranoid someone would see me, or I'd get in trouble, or something terrible would happen. While those are possibilities, I understand that no one really cares about a lone car, or thinks to look inside, and if they did look in and see someone curled up on the back seat, they probably wouldn't think much of it. It's wonderful!


Although perhaps the three stranded people with a dead car battery did care that I was there to help them. And so do I; interesting that the last time I slept there it was my car that had died and someone else that helped me. So I guess it went full circle.


Well I got through the night, and then spent the first half of the next day hiking up an area I know fairly well, only to find a wonderful surprise a bit further along then I've ever gone. How have I never found this place? An hours hike and there I was, sitting on a ledge that overlooked a rushing mountain stream, curving down through rocks and grass, surrounded by pine trees and overlooked by a snowy mountain peak in the background. I was surrounded by mountains, birds were singing all around me, a squirrel actually charged me unaware of my presence, and the sun warmed me after the sweaty chill of hiking and then not. One hour away. What other treasures await me this summer? I sat and read and took a nap and thought again how glad I was that I was the only person there.


The rest of the day was spent in mundane errands and such, but as I had no where to be rushing home to, I didn't seem to mind as much as usual. I went to the computer lab on campus and checked email and spent an hour on the computer without feeling guilty or antsy about wasted time. Then I met up with friends for FHE and dinner and another wonderful night on a couch. Up in the morning on my own time, finished a couple more things I had to do, then I set off for home and a couple visits on the way, with no time constraints at all. Well, that part is due to the fact that I have no job or responsibility at all for a month, which will end when I start working, but then again not entirely. I'm either at work with nothing else to do but work, or I'm off work with nothing to do but play. So really, I think I'm going to enjoy this summer. The big downfall is going to be a shower whenever I need it, because it is a bit odd to ask people to use their shower, but perhaps I can find an obliging river or something...

I am, most of all, excited at the opportunity I'll have this summer for new glimpses into myself. I really feel that something exciting is coming, or at least that I'm going to make something exciting happen. I guess we'll see.