Friday, March 14, 2014

Who Am I?

This is a question that I am sure most of us have asked ourselves at least once in life.  For me at 48 (nearly 49) years of age, you would think the answer would be obvious to me by now.

But, it is not.  I don’t know who I am.

When I look in the mirror I see a thing I despise.  A monster.  A nothing.  I have seen myself like this for as long as I can remember.  At this point it feels normal.  I realize that this is not a healthy way of thinking.   
But why the question, “Who Am I?”

Because from age 7 to age 46 I was told how to think, how to feel, strongly encouraged what to read, what to watch, who to have as friends, and what my future would be.  Whenever someone would ask me “who are you”, I would always answer “I am one of Jehovah’s Witnesses”.  Thinking back on that now makes me feel a little creepy. Ironically, I thought I was in control and NOBODY dictated to me how to live my life. 

Man was I wrong!

In most normal families, parents nurture their offspring’s dreams of becoming firefighters, police officers, lawyers, actors, musicians – whatever their hearts draw them to.  Growing up in a Jehovah’s Witness environment, children are discouraged from having their own dreams.  Instead they are coerced to live their lives for the benefit of the organization because that is the only way they will be pleasing to god and to avoid his wrath at Armageddon.  Any other aspirations are considered “worldly pursuits” and are STRONGLY discouraged.  (Mind you, if you speak with any rank and file JWs or members of the governing body, they will assure you that they don’t tell their members what to do.  We all have the “free” will to make our own decisions. But this is a discussion for another post.)

So here I am in the second half of my life not really knowing who I am.  Not having an outside entity “guide” my every action feels foreign.  This new freedom feels as much like a prison as the control the Watchtower held over me nearly 4 decades.  I feel as if I have fallen and I can’t get back up.

Clearly, this is a journey that is going to be longer than I anticipated.  I just don’t know how much time I have left to figure it out, but every journey starts by taking the first step.  To begin walking down this path, I found a couple of self-assessment quizzes to gain some insight.  Here are the results:


Your Result:
Striving to Be Creative
You are an artist: You came out of the womb with a paintbrush in your hand. Or maybe it was a flute or a castanet or a fountain pen to go with your poet’s imagination. The point is, you’re an original, and you know it. Even if you don’t have a singular gift, you’re drawn to the arts—anything creative, for that matter— and you have a unique way of looking at the world. Your need for depth and authenticity in relationships can lead to both great joy and profound sorrow, depending on whether others reciprocate. You don’t care so much about adapting to group or societal expectations; your independence and sharp intuition propel you on your own path. 

What to watch out for: When fear of conformity overrides your creativity, you can assume the role of “outsider” or “orphan” and end up feeling alienated. You may even go so far as refusing to vote or pay taxes. This lone-wolf stance might be a defense against feeling vulnerable. Try to be aware that blaming others for your banishment, or pushing away those who want to get close, only makes things worse. Also, dramatizing your emotions can interfere with your creativity. 

Looking ahead: As long as you genuinely express yourself, you feel like the person you were meant to be. How you do it is irrelevant. A chef or architect can be as much of an artist as a painter or sculptor. Many advertising and public relations executives are also highly imaginative. Beyond work, there are opportunities everywhere you look to coax out your inner artist: Design your own jewelry line, create an innovative blog, dream up a comic strip. Relationships are another avenue for self-expression.

Your Scores
Many people have two or three strong striving styles, and they can all be important in leading you to the person you are meant to be. If you have a few "highest" scores, read each matching description by clicking the arrow below, and see what rings most true.

Striving to Help: 11
Striving to Be Recognized: 7
Striving to Be Creative: 11
Striving to Be Spontaneous: 6
Striving to Be Knowledgeable: 11
Striving to Be Secure: 10
Striving to Be In Control: 6





Some detailed results from this quiz that are eerily accurate:

OUTLOOK
Realist
Realists like to think they see things the way they really are. But it’s important to remember that everyone sees the world differently. You might tend to keep a level head, and don’t excite easily, but this can leave you susceptible to bouts of gloominess. If you feel yourself moving towards a negative emotional extreme, try looking to other people for fresh perspectives

SELF CONTROL
Reserved
You may feel a bit conflicted when you’ve been wronged. On the one hand it can affect you deeply to the point of feeling victimized, but on the other you can be scared of saying something about it for fear of upsetting other people. The result is that your anger might be directed inwards, which is very unhealthy. You can’t always be the nice guy.

SOCIABILITY
Humble
People with this characteristic tend to be modest and self-effacing – sometimes in the extreme. They enjoy their privacy and their own company, but are also sympathetic to the needs of others. In fact, sometimes they can be too trusting of people, which can lead to them being taken advantage of. If you recognize this trait in yourself, it’s important to have someone you’re sure you can trust looking out for you.

ATTITUDE
Progressive
People with progressive attitudes tend to have a great deal of faith in human nature and believe in education, co-operation and free thinking as ways to help develop society. They are willing to try new ideas and solutions and take a thoughtful approach to issues like social problems. It sounds like you tend to be seen as the voice of reason in most situations.

RESILIENCE
Sensitive
Sensitive people are extremely aware of potential dangers and problems around them – perhaps a little too aware sometimes. In fact, they tend to purposefully imagine worst-case scenarios. If you recognize this trait in yourself, rather than let yourself be overcome by fear use these theoretical situations to stimulate yourself to come up with imaginative solutions.


Thank you for taking the time out to read my entry.  My goal is to post more as I travel the path of self-discovery.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Stepford’s Escape – 2 years post

It has been a long time since I have written anything for this blog.  I have been pretty much mentally and emotionally paralyzed for the past year.  I honestly don’t know how to describe what is going on with me.  I have lost my motivation to “live”.  I am not talking in the sense of wanting to whack myself (although I have given that some serious thought a couple of times this past year).  I mean that I just don’t feel like doing ANYTHING; I would be content to just lie in the bed 24/7 and never get up.

I don’t even have a desire to do makeup, and for anyone that knows me, you know that this is out of the ordinary for me.

Added to my mental lethargy, physically I feel rotten.  My head hurts, my knees hurt, my back hurts, my neck hurts, I can’t walk more than a few yards without feeling like I am going to fall flat on my face.

And now to make matters worse I am unemployed with less than $300 to my name.  The job search is putting added stress on me. 

Unlike some of my fellow exJdubs, my exit seems to be just as much a disaster as my life as an active witness.

I feel like I am sinking in quicksand in the middle of a deserted desert.

Stepford Escapee

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

At Another Crossroad


I am not happy. There I said it. So if you came here looking for sunshine and flowers.  You can leave now. 

Do I know why I am not happy? I don't know if I could really explain why. I still feel trapped. I moved to start a new life but I feel like I am still living the same life. The four walls of the cube have not loosened up any. If I had to be completely honest, I would have to admit that I am still enslaved by worry about finances and fear of taking risks. I am also feeling boxed in by the choice to go back to college. When I am devoting my whole week to completing school work, all I can think about is how I would rather be spending that time sculpting cuts and wounds and casting them to use in effects makeup. Or wanted to use the time practicing my drawing skills so I can sketch the character that pop into my head. But I can't do what I really want to be doing because I obligated myself to school.

I know I will never be the caliber of makeup/effects artist that I want to be, but to not be putting my all toward something that I have always wanted to do feels like being suffocated with a plastic bag. I know that education is valued in our society. I am not disputing that. Having that piece of paper from an institution of higher learning would give me a few more dollars (or perhaps cents) in my paycheck working at a job that I probably would not be happy doing anyway. And what makes my situation even more unbearable is being told that I actually have some talent for doing makeup and could be pretty good if I would just dedicate myself to the craft and spend more time practicing. But the way things are now is that I don't have time to practice the craft.

So I find myself at a crossroad again with a big decision to make. I am tired of being miserable and feeling like my life is not my own. In my current situation I feel old, miserable, and tired. I don't have a lot of years left. My body has already started to betray me (which hinders how active I can be as a makeup artist). I want to spend what years I have left doing something I enjoy, at least part of the time. My financial status unfortunately will keep me enslaved to “The Man”, but I don't have give him everything.

Stepford Escapee

Monday, September 10, 2012

A Life of Disappointments


It has been way too long since I have posted.  Been on that rollercoaster called life and it has been taking me for one bumpy ride. – Stepford Escapee
                                                                 
When I was youngster I had dreams of what my life would be, just like most children.  At 12 years old, I knew what career I wanted already.  I wanted to work in movies creating monsters and fantasy characters.  I also had a backup plan which was going to college to become a criminal prosecutor.  I thought it was a good plan.

My life, however, was scripted due to the religious beliefs that I was raised in.  To have a “career plan” other than knocking on doors spreading the “good news” was considered worldly thinking and downright selfish.  So at 17 years of age when the opportunity presented itself to be trained and work in Hollywood by a prominent makeup artist, at the advice of one of the “older men” in my congregation, I turned it down.  It is a decision I have regretted from that time forward.

So, to be the good little “True Christian”, I worked the entry level, low paying jobs, and even spent a few years spreading the good news fulltime.  I worked hard and a lot of hours at both and at 47 I have nothing to show for it except some debt (which I have paid off a considerable amount) and living back in my childhood home with my father because I am too poor to get a place on my own.  But all of this was okay because “Jehovah” was going to take care of me and bless me in the “New System” and I would no longer have to struggle.

That utopia point-of-view sounded wonderful.  The only problem is that I no longer believed the things I was taught as a child.  I began to seriously doubt even the existence of a heavenly deity that would take care of all mankind’s woes.  But I was willing to believe that the shortcoming was with me, and some how my brain just did not get it.  Then I can to the realization that this organization that I had dedicated my life to, gave up a career for, and dumped good friends for was a sham.  It was like stepping into quicksand.  If felt as if I were being sucked into an abyss with no hope of rescue.

I did eventually start to recover from my earth-shattering revelation.  I even started making plans to move on with my life with the help of new found friends.  I was going to start over in a sense; tabula rasa as they say in philosophy circles.  I should have used hindsight and learned from my life’s previous examples that when I attempt to find some joy or happiness in this existence, I set free my own personal doom. 

That clean slate; that new lease on life that I was working towards came to an abrupt halt that sent me spinning into an emotional breakdown that I am still ashamed of.  Everyone encourages me to look on the bright side, to keep my chin up.  My chin is just a little sore from all the right hooks that life has landed on it.

At this juncture, I find myself skittish about trying to find any joy.  Seems that life is trying for a TKO and right now I feel about ready to throw the fight.

Stepford Escapee