Well my time at a commune has come to an end (a little before I had intended it to). There has been much silence on my end due to iffy moods and angst. My last week went very well after a friend visited me and my hair was snipped off. The hair cut has really taken a load off. Unfortunately there are still issues that need tending to which even the 'reset' button can't completely undo.
Was losing it a bit emotionally because of how critical this time period was for me a year ago (also felt a bit isolated, eh). I think I'm good? I've opened up a lot to the people at the commune regarding my life and who I am. Still dealing with some things, slightly different issues pertaining to my impatience with waiting for life or with dealing with people.
However! I've meet some pretty awesome people! Here are just a few people (some names changed/shorten): Ted lives in his truck (it has a bed and a stove), sells wooden sex toys which he makes, and he participates in medical studies so he can save up for some land to call home. Everi was a pretty crazy weird lass who loved reggae, started 3 dreadlocks while I was there, she also likes candid photos (because they capture people's true expressions), aaand...she often talked about poop. Alaina was rather misleading. She was an amazonian blond (dyed of course) who used to live in New York. But from what I learned she was a hostess in Japan and was also a cocktail waitress at a strip club in Maine (I think). Quirky bits about her is that she loves to pinch cheeks and has an intensely silly personality (we meshed well). O was a lovely lass about 17, who dropped out of high school and had a very mysterious but captivating personality. N was sort of like a joker. She was always joking and usually wore a smirk on her face (when we went to the public library she checked out children joke books). She had little qualms about complaining about monogamy and her desires to be with other women. Rachel was a former member of AmeriCorps in Arizona...she was also sex crazed, commanding, and a damn good cook (I was often her kitchen minion). Ken was one of the main workers with the seed business, but thoroughly enjoyed board and card games (he was pretty young at heart for an older man, he jumped into the tree house ball pit and played around for some time).
I also drummed for the first time...it wasn't exactly at a drum circle, but people were hanging out around the fire pit at the tree houses. It was very intimidating for me, but it felt good to be able to pull off a steady beat that went for a decent amount of time with two other drummers (at least 5 or 10 minutes...hah). I also let myself go and started humming too. The tree house party was okay, I put Pepper to the test with dancing...he passed. Though later events sort of made the weekend pretty sour and put me in a terrible mood. And with the onset of icky mood came the plague. I had overcome a brief two day cold about two weeks ago...but the next cold hit me pretty hard. My throat was killing me, major coughing, epic sneezes, congested, and it felt like my head was being crushed (way too much pressure). I'm still in the process of saying good-bye to my community sickness.
From my stay at the commune I've learned a few new things...and been exposed to some rather interesting thoughts. It's now time for my very watered down anthropology view point. The most important aspect of community living/intentional communities is communication. Without it people get into a lot of trouble. I'm not very good at eavesdropping on others (I tune out a lot), but I believe at a commune it's vital. From doing such one can find out what work needs to be done, who's been with who (and know of the awkward social situations that may arise- such as former lovers living above each other), be kept in the loop as to on going social events, and glean vital information for your own self interests. Though I doubt eavesdropping could have prevented me from directly asking a woman about some rather nasty scars along her upper arm...That looked vaguely like tiny cuts...Yeah, realized she was cutter after she just stared at me.
I thought I had a lot more to say...I 'spose not. I might be milling over what all I've done in my head for the past few days and possible spew it onto this blog...or I might be pondering on more current matters...who knows?
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