Everyday of my life I pray I don’t get the call. Fighting the needle that Satan has in my loved one. It’s never not on my mind. Until I go to sleep. That’s the only rest I get.
Then I wake up and it starts all over. God please don’t let me down on this one.
This one has always been a puzzle to me. You see an attractive woman who’s with a much less than desirable man. Maybe he’s bald, maybe he’s fat, maybe he’s hairy, maybe he has a stupid goatee, maybe he’s obnoxious, maybe he’s all muscle and no relevant thing to say- ever.
But he’s with the prettiest girl in the room. How? Who’s at fault here? Who initiated this match made in hell?
I guess when love is in control there’s no way to predict why things happen. I’ve been in love and I know this is true. Once you’re in love all you want is to be around the person you love. This is not something a single person will ever understand. I think that the single person is actually jealous. Speaking personally I know am. Being single doesn’t even begin to compare to being with another. Thus why battered women stay with their abuser rather than ever choose to go it alone. That’s an extreme example but you get the picture- it’s better to be together than flying solo, ever. Even the Bible says so.
You might say that you prefer living alone but you’ve only convinced yourself of that. It’s not reality. It’s coping. That’s it. Being alone is weird, almost abnormal.
So attractive women will choose someone less desirable by society’s standards and make the best of it. The rest of us can shake our heads all we want but deep inside we wish she had picked us. It’s not for us to try and figure out.
Just take care of yourself, lose that gut, quit smoking, shut your mouth and hope she picks you- or not. Maybe she’ll pick you anyway.
I love writing but I’m better at beginnings than endings. I tolerate change. I know it’s healthy. But I don’t like it. I kick myself for having such a hard time completing my stories. But…
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s OK to have unfinished stories. Our lives when we die are always going to be unfinished as well. Since we don’t know the time of our death we will always be caught off guard, will always be in the middle of something. So maybe that’s OK.
“Hey if you happen to be on the site and reading some of my meanderings I would greatly appreciate it if you would give me a comment or two. All comments are welcome. Feel free to say anything you want. After all it’s anonymous and I will never know who you are. And in advance I thank you for communicating with me. I will be glad to return the favor if you have something you would like me to comment upon. Like in love, communication is a see saw-it takes two. Thank you again.”
There are people we know who make us laugh. That’s why we like to be around them. There are other people who are adversarial or just downright mean. And we avoid them at every turn. Life is made up of a variety of different people at different times in their lives. It’s not for us to judge, just to try and be around people who lift us up and make us laugh. Life’s imperfections are what makes life perfect. I love the line from God that says “I will never give you more than you can handle.” That is actually very inspiring and hopeful in times when you think you’re at the bottom of the barrel.
If we were happy all the time we would have died and found ourselves in heaven. That’s to come later. But the life we have to traverse down here is full of highs and lows, peaks and valleys. There’s nothing wrong with that. We wouldn’t be alive if we didn’t experience some sadness, some pain, some discomfort.
When we leave our house every morning we become actors on a stage. It’s rare that you would share your personal life with anyone you will meet that day. But if you do you should always remember to listen to their story as well. It’s not all about you. It’s a give-and-take. Love takes two people or two objects if your love interest is let’s say a pet or even God. But there’s still a give-and-take where it’s your obligation to listen to their story as well as hope they will listen to yours. Honestly each of our stories is very boring to a stranger or even someone we know intimately. It goes against nature for someone to want to help someone else go through their journey instead of going through their own. That’s Jesus or Mother Theresa. That’s not us. So there’s no need to try to save the world. Just save yourself and don’t bore the rest of us with your story.
No one has the answers for our questions other than ourselves. Therapists in psychology found this out centuries ago. It’s not about having all the answers, like Googling something. Even though Google has all the answers not all of them are applicable to our situation. The best answers in life are the ones we come up with, not someone else.
Think about it, how often has someone told you you need to do something and then you go do it? Their advice might have worked for them but it fails for you. While you can thank them for seeming to care about you it’s so much more sincere when someone asks you “What do you think you should do, what would you like to do?”
It’s hard enough to control my own life. Why in the world would I ever take on someone else’s life? Not to mention they didn’t ask me to run their life for them.
I work with some people who occupy themselves with other peoples lives. They thrive on it. It’s hilarious to watch.
(Gonna get hate mail on this one, lol.)
Buns period, for me, DON’T LOOK GOOD ON ANYONE- men or women. If you have the hair, show it- or cut it. But a bun- for convenience or because it’s hot or some other excuse tells me that you don’t care how you look.
And if YOU don’t care how you look, how can I?