Comments on: Breaking up with Wanting

By: ozma

ozma — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 05:28:33 +0000

This is an amazing bit of writing here I want to say but then being amazing is the kind of thing that makes it hard to break up with wanting.

I want to break up with wanting. But I want wanting to love me anyway. I’m at that stage. Love me always after I dump you even though I will move on.

So we stay together. I keep waiting for that moment when I’ve had enough and it lasts.

By: boogiemum

boogiemum — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 21:02:57 +0000

Found your site today and love this post. It describes exactly my new years resoltion that I haven’t been able to put a name too. Thank you. Your writing is wonderful. Screw wanting. Nothing is ever good enough!

By: Faerie Rebecca

Faerie Rebecca — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 15:19:45 +0000

Aw shucks you guys :::blush blush:::

I sat on that hump in the backseat sooo many times–and sometimes I feel like that’s the metaphor for my life! It’s hugely uncomfortable, but when you think about it, it can be a command position, there in the back. You’re not really in the back, not really in the front, but you have easy access to both. Only the person riding bitch can really hear what’s going on in the front seat and pass it to the folks in the back. She can slide up and give her input and advice to those up front, or just hang with the backseat folks. Yeah, you never know where to put your feet, or if your butt is squeezing the people beside you, so it’s not exactly comfortable. But it’s a place we all sit in sometimes–and a place we all *should* sit every now and then.

By: CanadianCarrie

CanadianCarrie — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 19:02:30 +0000

Jenn, a couple of days ago I read Vanished from Brain Child. I bawled. I had heard about vanishing twins before, and I believe that this happened to me as well. Well, not really vanished, but I do think that my first child was a twin. After a stressful incident at work, I came home and bled into the toilet. I was sure there was something besides blood there. I almost kept it to show my doctor, but decided I didn’t really want to know. Anyway, I just thought I’d share this.
I love the idea that the other baby/fetus absorbed into Sophie’s arm as a lesion!

By: Lisa S.

Lisa S. — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 16:56:06 +0000

Faerie Rebecca…where have YOU been all my life. Wow. “It’s wants turn to ride bitch for a while…” I’m on my way to your blog now to see what else might be there for me to embrace.

Jenn…love love love your post today and am really diggin on the food for thought from this interesting post and comment list.

Want can be okay. I agree. It’s what you do with it. It’s being consumed by it that will squeeze every ounce of joy from your soul and take you to a place where you really don’t like to be.

Everything in moderation my sweet friend.

By: Faerie Rebecca

Faerie Rebecca — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 14:45:32 +0000

Ah, but Want can be pretty cool. It’s what you do with Want that’s important. And everyone gets to sit in the backseat now and again. It’s Want’s turn to ride bitch for awhile.

By: Rachel

Rachel — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 07:20:56 +0000

I’ve just enjoyed myself so much during this first visit to your blog. I read many things here especially loved your wean article for brainchild, I almost wept, it touched me where I live.

Giving up want, the heart of Buddhist wisdom. Best wishes on this, and all journeys in 2007 :0)

By: lildb

lildb — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 04:34:37 +0000

will there be any post-relationship-coital action, though? because that’s truly the best way to wrest that bastard outta your heart for good (as well as away from your couch and your refrigerator). empty sex always kills the leftover pangs of longing pretty dead, I remember finding (back in the dear, dim old days of pre-marital heartbreak — so very different from the marital kind).

p.s. sigh.

By: velocibadgergirl

velocibadgergirl — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 22:06:07 +0000

Awesome entry…substance and hilarity all rolled into one. I love it!

By: mamatulip

mamatulip — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 20:17:52 +0000

Jenn, it’s official. I love you.