Real Version – Karaoke I am so blue, blue after Christmas. Chaos is through, we’re done with the big fuss. Decorations still up, but it’s easy to see I’m in no mood to, start taking down the tree. … Continue reading
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My second post in the journey to becoming someone I want to be with.
I can be a bitch. Sorry for the language, but that word is really the most appropriate. The thing is, sometimes I don’t feel good. Sometimes I am PMSy. Sometimes you are annoying (being honest here). Each of these things on its own could make you into someone you don’t want to be with, but the combination seals the deal.
This whole “wanting to be with me” thing keeps running through my mind. How can I be someone I like if I am pissed off or depressed all the time? I shouldn’t be too hard on myself I guess. It is only 95% of the time.
So, what should I do when I am annoyed? When I am so depressed that I have to drag myself out of bed? When life spits in your face then laughs about it?
Answer? Blame. Blaming someone else for your problems can make the problem hurt less. Don’t pretend you are above that. We all do it, even if we don’t always realize it.
The problem with the blame game is that often we blame those closest to us. Our spouse, our co-worker, our kids. In all fairness, they could have contributed to the problem, but if we really want to get along with ourselves, we at least have to take responsibility for our reactions to our circumstances.
So, how can we get out from under the weight of responsibility? Blame yourself. Not the self reading this, blame your bitchy self. Blame the depressed girl in your bed. If we can shift blame and guilt for our problems to the “you” that you don’t like, the you with potential to make different choices will have a chance to shine.
Realizing that even though there are a lot of things about life that suck, there are a few things that are really great. Knowing that sitting around feeling sorry for yourself isn’t as good as it might sound when you are discouraged. Those are traits of the person I might want to be with.
That you needs to look the miserable one in the eye and say, “so you are sick, so you are pissed, so you think life sucks…that’s not me, it’s you”. Then get off your butt and do something worth doing. If you do, if you leave your bad mood with the crappy “you”, you will be one step closer to becoming someone you want to be with.
I had written much more and then I had to restart the computer, and I lost it. Anyway, I had a good time riding around with you today. Thanks for getting the lights. I love you.
Some of the things I was saying before, were about how we have to keep discussing and being open about our project. There are some things that I can do to help it go more smoothly and to help you achieve the things you need, and I hope you feel the same. Some things require give and take.
I love you. Sweet dreams.
Once upon a time there was a dream. How can you write a story from the perspective of a dream, you ask? Because I, my readers, am a writer. Nothing more, nothing less. This dream was a beautiful dream. Full … Continue reading