Cleo Sunshine: Ice Queen?!?

February 28, 2012

The last week I’ve been really UPSET that someone who I considered a good friend called me a “Cold” person. This is the second time this person called me cold. I went into a twitter rant and a frantic text to @PhDubb about how angry I was at this accusation… Mostly because I don’t see myself as cold. I calmed down, but this title has stuck with me all week and I’m actually not over it. Maybe it bothers me the person who said it, or because I’m battling with if I am actually a cold person ..

Back Story: Accuser has known me since third grade. She and I weren’t always friends, but can you really say you had an enemy in junior high school? We were friends all through high school and ever since. We bonded over similar abusive childhoods and growing up in a small town. We remained friends while I went to college and she did her working thing. Our lives right now do not mirror each other, but are very different. But our friendship is still there. I like to think I always provide a shoulder to cry on. I am the godmother to her one year old son. She lives in a separate state at this current moment. Some will tell you she has a bad attitude, but I know she has a “good heart” and admire her fighter spirit. Do we see eye to eye on everything? of course not, but that’s not what friendship means…

Growing up, my grandmother wasn’t always the person in my corner. We argued. She named called. There is more than just physical abuse to a kid. Now I love her, as a kid, I wanted to run away from home. I fantisized about writing run away letters, but somewhere deep down I knew life wasn’t a disney movie. I probably watched Big Girls Don’t Cry one too many times. Anywho… Friend knows my background story: addict mom, not close to extended family. Grandparents being like parents to me. And despite my checkered upbringing, I don’t think I’m tarnished, jaded, shorted, or any of those adjectives people like to describe kids from my situations..

So, being the student that I am, I decided to look up some characteristics of a cold person to see if I fit the bill (you should never expect anything less…)

Psychology Today list these as some traits you would find in a cold person

  • aloof, apart, stand-offish
  • impersonal, disengaged, uninvolved; closed, shut-down
  • detached, distant, remote (these traits, like so many others on this list, actually characterize a schizoid personality disorder, which–at their extreme–cold people can sometimes be)
  • haughty, or projecting superiority (though, if these narcissistic features are present, they could reflect the individual’s outward demeanor, or self-deception, far more than how–deep down–they actually see themselves)
  • self-absorbed; insulated, passively withdrawn
  • emotionally unavailable, inaccessible, unresponsive, indifferent, uninvested
  • unfeeling, unemotional, affectionless; unsmiling–straight-faced (or stone-faced)
  • cold-hearted–as in “cold fish” or (even worse) an “iceberg” or “ice queen”
  • lacking in empathy and compassion
  • untrusting, wary, guarded;
  • angry, hostile; critical
  • excessively independent and self-reliant

I bolded the only two that I feel I can even relate to… and maybe I am justifying here.. but I can be “stand-off-ish” when meeting strangers. It takes a few minutes to warm up, but after that I am pretty open. I have partied with strangers, given strangers rides, sat with students in my office for hours making them feel comfortable. And excessively independent. I am independent because I have to be. How is that a flaw? What would I do to have a person I could be mildly dependent on. WHAT! Just imagine those Klondike commercials. Quote Teaira Mari, I need a sponsor!

I’m the person who says “sorry” to you because YOU can come to a party or because YOU hit your toe. Lacking in empathy I am not. I could sit here and tell you all the ways I don’t embody any of these traits, but the reality is in the writing. It’s in the people whom deal with me. It’s in the fact that even if I were “cold” as this person said, I have never turned my back on her. I do believe that when someone who is supposed to be your friend decides to try an assassinate your character it might be time to reevaluate said friendship. Back to the article… It also says that coldness should not be confused with introversion or avoidant attachment disorder (excellent point!) ..Where might this come from you ask? 

In such insecure, dysfunctional attachments, the label assigned to the primary caregiver (usually the biological mother) is “dismissive.” What this unfavorable designation refers to is the mother’s general unresponsiveness to her newborn. For the most part emotionally unavailable, distant, and withdrawn, she’s averse to close bodily contact and physical warmth, which leaves the infant’s bid for such essential nurturance routinely frustrated.

Accompany this rejecting stance, such mothers (however covertly) can also betray anger–and at times even open hostility–toward the baby, and particularly when the child is making desperate attempts to establish an intimate connection with them. That is, when the infant is intensely seeking attention, affection, or succor, they’re most likely to respond in punishing ways. And they demonstrate little tolerance for their child when the child is expressing negative emotions, particular their ownanger in reaction to being rebuffed.

On other hand, when the baby is engrossed in exploratory activity, this mother–peculiarly insensitive to, or imperceptive of, their child’s state of mind or feeling–is likely to interfere. And such intrusiveness prompts the child to feel violated, engulfed, or “suffocated.” In short, she’s unavailable and rejecting when the baby craves closeness and apt to behave invasively when the baby requires alone time. Attunement is a key concept in the abundant literature on secure parent-child attachments, and the dismissive mother is alarmingly misattuned to her all-too-dependent child.

So maybe I do have mommy issues after all? I have lived with my grandmother since I was six months old, and the stories I hear about my life prior to that point don’t portray the closest mother daughter relationships. In my childhood, my  mom’s presence was  scattered and it never ended with the response I craved. I visited more crack houses by the time I was in high school than a kid should ever have to see. I’ve reached out to my mother numerous times to only find that drugs have a stronger pull on her than the love for her own child. Couple those feelings with those I felt from my grandmother it would make anyone introverted. Or hesitant to overextend. But even with all that behind me, I don’t keep people at bay and I am always there for friends. I literally over extend myself and feel overly emotionally invested in the lives of my friends, probably why I am so hurt by this cold accusation from someone who I have been emotionally invested in.

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Brown Chicken, Brown Cow

* sing it like you mean it * Brown Chicken Brown Cow . Get it?

Ok, that was in a greeting card I read at Target and totally not the topic of discussion today.  I’ve had this blog sitting in limbo for some time (notice a theme in my blogging life?) Life is just confusing .. but I want to take a moment to thank my booski Anu-veetrrraaa for her lovely insight today. In one of our uber silly conversations she let out this gem of knowledge.  Bless her young soul :

no one wantsss a boyfriend they just happen haha lol, yew being single is no reflection on anything missy

I mean, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that being single is discouraging! I mean, clearly its apparent here on this blog where I write about my many MisAdventures of dating (or lack thereof) but sometimes it really is … disheartening. I don’t realize how much time I spend brooding about being single until I thought How do I spend so much time talking about it?

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t sit and brood. But when you are a young woman and you get with your friends, what do you think the topic of conversation will naturally gravitate towards? MEN … I mean if I were to read this blog I’d probably think I was some boy/sex crazed fanatic.. but I’m really not! I swear I can hold an amazing conversation that doesn’t even come near the topic of men, but you probably wouldn’t know it from reading this.  am I OD? And it would seem that I’m unhappy. I’m really not, I am actually in LOVE with my life right now. I love my mentees and seeing their progress. I love my apartment even if its not where I want it to be yet. I love that I just got Lasik. I love that I can lounge around the house all day in sweats and a headscarf and no one can know. And through it all, I love the idea of love. I’m not jaded or crushed or hurt or skeptical (ok maybe a bit skeptical…) . I guess I’m hopeful, about so much in life I find it hard to find the time to be sad about it.

**update**

Some great quotables from a Melanie Fiona interview (who I can say I am looking forward to checking out her second album) I just read and I thought it to be fitting:

So in the meantime, you’re single?
I’m single. But I’d rather be happily single than miserably in love.

Is the heartbreak on the album?
It’s all over the album. A bit of what I’ve learned is in each song. I’m in no rush for wrong love. But if right love is outside that door, I’m ready. Love is the foundation of everything. It just has to be right. And I know what’s wrong now.

What’s wrong?
Love and relationships are really simple. It could be so simple but you’d rather make it hard.

Oh Lauryn! 
Lauryn was right. Love isn’t supposed to be hard.
Read more: A Real MF’in Conversation With Melanie Fiona | Necole Bitchie.com

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My “funny” valentine

February 9, 2012

Everyone’s favorite made-up consumer holiday is steadfastly approaching and I am trying to avoid all the sad eyes and “woe is me” eyes that people keep giving me. Honestly, I think other people are more concerned for my lack of Valentine than I am. . . I don’t remember if I was sad last year about not having a valentine, but I know this year I am NOT. And here is why I think it doesn’t matter…

Not to sound sound cocky, but I’m finally at a point where I realize I am single because I choose to be. Sure, I could be with someone right now, but I know deep down that they aren’t the match for me. I COULD be getting laid regularly, but I know that I want more than that. This is the first time I sat down and thought about what I want from a mate. I wrote it down in my trusting and non-tempermental BlackBerry  *bbm eye roll* Care to know what’s on my list?

This is verbatim, I did add or delete anything, but I might refine it later ::

  • Full Disclosure
  • Someone I communicate with daily, not just texts and gchats. phone convos. Hell skype.
  • Honesty
  • Exclusivity
  • Emotional Support
  • Dating not just for dating – want someone who wants what I want, which is something long term. If it leads to the American Dream, awesome. But it has to feel natural and not forced.
  • Dates. Even if we decide on titles, we still go out on dates.
  • Once we have sex – lots of it!

I chuckled at myself for the last line. I don’t think I’m asking alot on my list. Note that I don’t have any physical demands. I don’t need him to be tall, dark and handsome – although it would for sure be a bonus. But I’m more into the character of a man than his outward appearance.  Some of these things go hand in hand, isn’t honesty full disclosure? THAT my friends is maturity and why I’m not upset about Valentine’s day .. I also told my good friend that I am finally starting to see and appreciate my own value. And realized that I don’t have to look for things. Attract don’t chase. (Why did I have an urge to type YOLO???)

OH I googled my posts for Valentine’s Day and my last one was in 2010 (my first  non-date Valentine’s Day since like HS ) and I wasn’t sad then….

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finality of progress

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

This quote, by Winston Churchill, has been permeating my soul lately. I remember in the past saying my biggest fear was failure and I didn’t even have a concrete definition of failure. Was it failure to meet goals I set for myself or expectations that I think others may have imposed on me. What was this failure that I was so scared of. So, when I kept seeing this quote it stuck with me and I let it marinate – as I do with most things. And I started to question what exactly is my biggest fear.

Now, my big thing now is evolution. Evolving. change. My biggest fear today may not be my biggest fear next year. Just as my goals for this year as always changing. I realize the change whenI answer questions, I don’t say “I will NEVER do ____ blah blah “ instead I might say, “I don’t see that right now but who knows what the future will hold..”  So right now, I do have a big fear of living a lonely life. Like to be older, unmarried, no kids, and no strong sense of family (frequent readers know that my family life isnt really close). I don’t want to grow up into an old cat lady. I am a firm believer in sharing your happiness, and I don’t want to be that new breed of “woman” that put so much into her career and getting ahead that she forgot to have a life (and sex!!).Right now, I am working on just being an all around good, nice person -which BTW I think I am lol.. so I just have to be patient and not worry too much about the future in that way. If you build it. It will come.

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