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A creature that drives inspiration and passion in the soul of an artist.... Why is she charmed? She has become enthralled with her subject. The artist has rendered her to her knees.
5 years ago. July 5, 2019 at 11:07 PM

I’ve heard it said, many times, that people... things ... homes... are removed from your life to make room for something better.

 

I was in a “stuck” state; like a bit tied to ground.  How does one fix such a problem? 

I think it really depends on the equipment.  Sometimes it is more cost effective to replace than to mend.  I’m sure you’ve heard that.  Especially with laptop owners.  There are a few things one can do to fix a laptop problem (usually replacing the hard drive is something I’ve run across a lot).  If the problem resides in the mother board.... You could be screwed.  

I am the type of person who does not like let go if there is a shred of hope that hours or days of fiddling, tinkering, or chasing highs and lows, might make it all better.  I like finding solutions. I’m a fixer. A problem solver.  My logic is USUALLY sound. ... until my emotions start to slowly grab the screwdriver.  (Capricorn with Cancer rising... the struggle is real!)

 

I had this one laptop that I purchased in 2010.  It went through a lot.  There was a period of 2 years it spent with all the keys ripped off the keyboard part because I just didn’t feel like going through the trouble of putting them back on.  There was a coffee incident, you see.  The laptop worked great and I would just use an external keyboard to bypass the broken one.  A band aid.  It offered a fast solution with minor inconveniences.  I found ways to make it work; albeit with struggles.

 

I had that laptop for 6 years.  It was a beast by the time I laid it to rest.  At least by today’s standards of laptops.  I still haven’t let it go completely.  I have the hard drive. All my work... my pictures... my hoard of data and memories.  I can’t even remember what went wrong with my laptop.  It might have been the boot sector of the hard drive.  I doubt it though.  I remember there was a problem that I couldn’t fix.  

 

With a sad heart and a sigh... I replaced it.

Well I suppose I’m not THAT much of a lost cause, but I was still stuck.

 

I met my most recent vanilla boyfriend online.  He made a lot of promises to me that, I came to realize, he would never honor.  

I am such a stubborn woman when it comes to my ego, sometimes.  My dedication to making things work... all ego.  Who would I be if I just cast all that away?  If I kicked my vanilla boyfriend out on the street with no home?  I could not separate from the thought that I’d be some kind of cold bitch.  That is not the image i wanted for myself.  I didn’t want anyone to see me that way.  How could anyone love me? How could I love myself? I hung on.  Although, hanging on... I became a cold bitch anyway. A self fulfilling prophesy. 

I even half-heartedly tried to be his Domme.  He really didn’t understand anything I was doing.  He was intoxicated most of the time at this point.  I didn’t want him anymore, but I didn’t want him hurting. Struggling. Hating me.  I just wanted US to end and him to go.  

I had a lovely home.  I didn’t want to leave it.  I was content... like I was when I was using my external keyboard. Content.  

I had a secret social life that he never knew about. I could tell everyone else but him.  I still don’t know why.  He never once figured out my kinks or bothered trying to know that part of me.  He hardly showed any interest in my soul.  I had to feed it somehow.  I was involved with my last Dom, unbeknownst to vanilla. For two years.  

I talk a lot about being meticulously honest.  Why could I not be meticulously honest with him?

Ill revisit that question later as I feel it IS important but not entirely relevant to my point. 

Vanilla was removed from my life... it happened so perfectly ... it couldn’t have happened any other way. I think my ego is relatively still intact.  <—- not sure if that’s a good thing!  I guess the ego is useful ... (another thing to revisit).

My canvas is clear, although I still feel guilty during the darkest of my moments but I am starting to admire my inner cold bitch.  My Queen of Swords.

 


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