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Biology, jungle, weasel, pecking order (2003-04-16 - 10:27 a.m.)
Speaking of sympathy, I get zero from Steve on the above, who of course as a biologist is more fatalistic about the laws of the jungle, plus � and I hate when I have to say this, because so often people use it as a self-righteous weasel out of a debate � I think that with respect to this kind of pecking-order exercise there�s an extent to which the mens and the womens are made of different stuff. (Biology, jungle, weasel, pecking order: sorry I mix metaphors.) This morning he went after me like a prosecutor and I couldn�t think what he wanted, what I�d done, until he said, "All I want you to do is admit that you�re insecure about these things." Ha! Hi, Steve, have we met? I think he is so self-confident that he doesn�t see how it�s possible to have an objective sense of the good adjectives to which one may lay claim in self-description and at the same time to need to be around people who, by engaging with them, reflect the components of our self-worth back at us, giving us evidence: I rest my case to myself. That kind of case-resting is a lovely, secure, at-home-in-the-world feeling, and I guess I�m jealous of him if he can do without it, but at the same time I refuse to apologize for not being the same way, I do not concede that I have a defect. He also says that I have no right both to complain about the shafting and to hold myself to a higher standard of behavior than the shafters. What, does he want me to put together a little weeknight-evening shaftfest of my own, organize something for the specific purpose of leaving out those who have left me out and doing what I can to ensure that word of my counter-machinations drifts back to them? Now that would be a positive expenditure of energy. And what awesome karma! That would make me Allison. Not to sound self-aggrandizing or huffy, but to me it�s a question of personal values. Catharine will understand this, because she and I talked about it so much in the waning days of the Todd Era. What�s implicit in the directive to treat others as you would like to be treated is to treat others the way that you think is right. And don�t give yourself a free pass, you sly dog you, by fudging "the way you would like to be treated" with "the way you expect to be treated." Now I want another word the same way I did last time, because with Catharine�s influence the one I�d automatically use here is "grace." As in, getting it and keeping it, and before that earning it. Being a good person. Doing the extra dishes, making up for someone else�s lousy tip. If your consideration is not returned to you � after how long? � does that mean you�re allowed to call it quits and go over to the shaft side? You don�t need to be a Christian to answer No fucking way. Once I was at my then-boyfriend�s house, in his room with him, and his parents called. I wanted to give him privacy to talk, so I went out on the second-floor landing with a book. His roommate came out of his own bedroom and asked me why I was sitting there alone, so I told him. "You realize," said the roommate, "that [boyfriend] would not do the same thing for you?" Sure, I said. "You realize that probably nobody you ever date in your life will do the same thing for you?" he asked. Sure, I said. "You realize that I think you�re crazy and that 99.99 percent of the world would agree with me?" Sure, I said. He considered this, and then said, "OK. I�m going down to make coffee � want some?" That's my kind of freedom of religion. So I think I�m going to slough off paranoia and absent myself for a little while from the social scene that�s giving me tsuris. I�ll study German or Sanskrit and experiment with moisturizers. Maybe I'll finally investigate that writing workshop. Not a big deal � the execution of a contingency plan I didn�t know I had, is all. I tried some things and they did not work. OK. And, looking back over the solitary or one-on-one nature of the times that have given me the rare case-resting sense *of* myself and the greatest � wait for it � holistic pleasure (Catharine, you�ll like this, I hope: one of the first things that came to mind was the day in college that you and I got to talking at the coffee shop about the etymology of "seduire" and then went across the street to the library to consult the OED), maybe I was foolish to have imagined they would. But I won�t apologize for that either. Am I going to Port Townsend this weekend or not? The plans, they change. Oh and by the way, please don�t read into these philosophical disagreements with Steve that there�s a bust-up on the horizon, trouble in paradise, however you want to put it. I adore him for never caving to me and for the fact that his first loyalty is to the integrity of his opinions: so no and no. On the contrary, the disagreements are one big way I know I�m alive. And I adore him for that too. (Later:) In case you didn't know, the beotch is back. Also, I got in on time this morning and today has been nothing but one excruciating moment of boredom after another. Bring on the German, bring it on now. previous entry
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