What a multiplicity of mental images I am experiencing this morning. Lo’ though I might wish it were otherwise, I am unable to jump off the hamster wheel and look at one thought at a time. These are the days when I have to just sit down and start typing, and see where it leads.
At this moment, I am thinking about the games folks play with themselves, and the unrealistic expectations they hold about my obligation to play along.
Now, if I were an enabling type of personality, I would have no problem catering to other folk’s emotional immaturity. However, I am not of the enabler persuasion; therefore, I do have a problem with it. I admit, I do have some baggage of my own, but I long ago held my issues up to the cold harsh light of day, and recognized that they are just that - mine. No one else is required to kiss my emotionally hampered ass in order to get closer to me. Of course, it would be nice if those in possession of the knowledge of what my issue is, and why I have that particular piece of luggage strapped to my back, would attempt to avoid invoking an outward display of the behavior I exhibit when I visit the land of Quirksville. Maybe someday I will write more in depth about my particular quirks and baggage, and how they came to be, but that is not a tale for today.
Anyway, as I was saying… I have known folks who expected me to re-think my expectations of them and whatever position they held, or hold, in my life based on what other folks have done to them. If I didn’t do it, I’m not going to act as if I did. What in the world could be so special about someone else that I would take shorts on what I expect and deserve within a relationship? Well, I firmly believe there is NOTHING so special about any individual currently walking this planet which would render me content to receive less than the utmost in open and honest interactions between two grown people.
Men – I don’t care what THAT woman did to you. I was not there, and I will not take the short end of the stick, or wallow in shit in their place. Step it up or step off. If you can’t leave your luggage in the past where you packed it, pass me by.
Men – If I ask you to account for a behavior or an action of yours that hurt me or angered me, don’t fall back on stories about the bullshit from the broads in your past – I guarantee you the baffle me with bullshit attempts are gonna crash.
Men – Look at me. Now look at your past. Now look back at me.... If you looked back at your past again, after I said ‘now look back at me', kiss my ass.
Have a nice day!
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