Monthly Archives: July 2014
Every so often you have to make a decision on whether you are going to let a stagnant relationship stay stagnant, make an effort to change it for the better or end it. It’s totally fine if you want to keep the relationship the way it is and it also perfectly fine to end it. I personally believe that making an effort to change the relationship is the hardest of the three decisions.
It all starts with a conversation. Communication is key and extremely vital to any long-lasting relationship. Before you approach any situation it is usually best to assess yourself to see what place you’re coming from. Are you coming from a place of peace and solidity or are you coming from a place of angst and anger? Think about the things you want to get said during the conversation, make mental bullet points. It’s always good to prepare yourself and think of possible situations and how you will handle them.
Tip: Never go into any conversation ready for a fight or angry because even if what you are going to say is truth you won’t be saying it to be heard, you will be saying it to hurt them and that never gets you anywhere.
No matter how prepared you are the one thing you cannot control is how the addressee will react/respond. Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you say or even how you say it, the recipient will not hear it and that’s okay.
Really, it’s okay.
What isn’t okay is not saying how you feel and not trying. It’s better to try and then leave the ball in the other person’s court than to not say anything at all and continue to stay stagnant or let hurt/hard feelings fester and boil until you explode causing in an even bigger mess.
So say whatever it is that you need to say. If the other person doesn’t care to or isn’t capable of receiving what you’re giving then that isn’t your problem. But if they don’t care to change then move on, don’t keep pestering them. Sometimes it may not have anything to do with you. They may not be in a place to hear your words.
You just do you and be proud of making the decision to extend yourself regardless of the outcome!
Throughout my life I have always been the third wheel, the backup friend that you call when all of your other friends are unavailable. I’ve never been someone’s first choice. I’ll be the first to say that it sucks and it hurts.
Recently I’ve been making some life changes and removing some acquaintances from my circle. I’ve grown tired of only being acknowledged when someone is bored and has no one else to talk to or when said person needs something. I’m tired of jumping for them right away because I’m desperate to be their friend. I’m sick of knowing that it would never be reciprocated and that the friendship is as shallow as a drop of dew on a shriveled rose petal.
I’ve realized that those people who smile to my face and call themselves my “friends” are nothing more than fake friends wearing well-made masks.
So I’ve been telling them to bugger off. Okay, okay. Maybe not to their faces because I have a little more class than that (just a little) but I have been saying it in my head a good deal.
Lately I have also noticed that I’ve making a bigger mistake than allowing fake friends to walk all over me like a doormat. That mistake is overcompensation and pushing people away before I even have the chance to know them. I think I mistook having a backbone with being a bitch. Having a backbone is admirable and shows that you’re a strong confident person. Being a bitch. . .well. . .nobody likes a bitch and if they say they do they’re lying.
Due to my history I now subtly aid people in un-friending me so that it is by my choice and I’m not shocked when they no longer want anything to do with me. I tell myself that it’s easier to handle when you’re the cause.
That’s where I’m wrong. Turning my back on someone just because I’m afraid they’ll hurt me like all the others is stupid. I definitely don’t believe in running around with your heart on your sleeve for anyone to slice and dice or giving all your trust to someone you’ve just met but by not giving someone a chance you could be throwing away that one gem in a pile of sharp rocks. And that one gem is worth it. I have a gem in my life. That one person (that isn’t my parents) that I know would never hurt me, she’d chew off her own tongue before she said something that would cause me pain, as would I. I would go through every single one of those painful “friendships” again because without them I would never have met her or have the relationship I have with her. I would take her for granted and that would be a terrible travesty.
That’s what it’s all about, life that is. It’s about experiencing hurt so that you can appreciate the good more. It’s about learning how to set boundaries and knowing when you’ve got some real diamonds. That is the human experience. It’s harsh and brutal. It’s also beautiful and full of light.
All that to say that if you’re in the same boat as me stop pushing people away and stop being a desperate pushover. You deserve better. You’re worth more than being chosen anything but first.
I have always had an incredibly large soft spot for the elderly. I like to say that I practically grew up in nursing homes and assisted livings as both my grandparents on my mother’s side were over the ripe age of 80. My favorite memories as a child was when my mother would let me take a “sick day” from school and we’d drive an hour to go see my grandparents.
My grandfather was in a nursing home, he had little motor skills left and almost no ability to communicate verbally. We were able to have somewhat of a conversation through a tiny whiteboard and a red dry erase marker. I would sit next to his bed and read him fairy stories from a book my aunt gave me. The last time I saw him I had read him my favorite Tinker Bell stories and he gave me one of his rare smiles as we left to go home.
Shortly after my grandfather died my grandmother also took a turn for the worst and had to be put into an assisted living. She had dementia. When she crashed we were in and out of hospitals and nursing homes. Being now homeschooled I remember running around the halls of the nursing home bugging the nurses and aids to let me help them. I loved being able to bring a smile to the worn and fragile faces surrounding me.
Being older I now realize how refreshing it must have been to those patients to see such a young and happy face smiling genuinely at them instead of the disgust and blank looks I notice most kids give nowadays. There were many people who didn’t approve of me being exposed to that on a daily basis at such a young age. What none of them understand is that during that period of time I learned what true empathy was. I learned that just because they are old and may no longer be lucid that they were still once people. They had lives, lovers, friends, family, hurts, joys. I feel like when you reach a certain age that society throws you in the garbage, because after all you’re not benefiting them anymore. It saddens me to see the elderly dumped in nursing homes and assisted livings to never see their families again. They deserve so much more.
Going through both my grandparents death at such a young age was hard. It was an emotional roller coaster that still has its ups and downs to this day but I wouldn’t have traded those days for anything. Not a single day.
Being there when my grandmother took her last breath was both a painful and magical experience and I feel blessed to have been able to be there.
When life seems to be moving at super sonic speed it can be hard to appreciate those people in your life. Sometimes you take for granted the time you have left with your parents and grandparents. Take time out of your busy day to value those you love. They won’t be there forever.
A special thank you to my parents for exposing me to so much from a young age, I wouldn’t be the person I am today had you not.
I’m sure anyone reading this has been hurt at least once in their life. I’m not talking physical hurt as in stubbing your toe or breaking a bone (although both are equally painful). No, I’m talking full on emotional, mental and soul crushing hurt. Whether it was hurtful words being thrown at you like recently sharpened shuriken, losing a beloved or even something that wasn’t aimed directly at you but still clings on to you like a leech.
I’ve experienced all three and I’ve learned the process I myself go through very well. It starts with simple hurt feelings that just stay there nagging at me, tugging at my heart just when I thought I’d forgotten about it. Then the resentment grows and every word and action that person does irritates me. All it takes is one tiny comment to send me spiraling. It makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry and I feel as if my soul is being crushed. Then I get angry. I get the urge to throw things and the two-year old in me throws a little inner tantrum. Last I get quiet and plot the things I’m going to say to make them feel the way they made me feel. But the thing is I never follow through with that last part.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been on the receiving end of so many snarky comments and hurtful words that I know how it feels and don’t take action. I always say to myself “How would I benefit?” and more importantly “What’s the point of hurting that person?” all it does is create a nasty cycle and honestly, it’s not worth it.
My point is. Let. It. Go.
I know it’s hard. I know how much you want to spit venom right back and make them feel your pain. I know how it feels to want to crawl in bed and sob your heart out. I know how hard it is to just let it roll off your shoulder. But don’t spill the words and go ahead and let those rocks fall off your back. You’ll be a better person for it. I’m not saying don’t ever confront the person because if it’s something that is truly hurtful you should never let it continue, you shouldn’t ever let someone abuse you. What I’m saying is don’t do it in that moment because the only result is going to be a screaming match (maybe physical altercations) and more hurt feelings. Wait a couple of days or weeks until you’re calm enough to have a civil conversation.
Keep in mind though that the person may not understand, laugh it off and tell you to get over it but that’s not what matters. The only thing that matters is that you get to say what needs said, the key is not caring how what you say is perceived because that’s never up to you. It’s ok if that person doesn’t take it well, that’s their problem not yours. But don’t ever let them pull you down to their level, once you have raised your voice you’ve already lost.
So let it go. Your hurt will heal over time and your life is better without toxic people in your life.