Wednesday, May 9, 2012
A Wise Guy Said...
A wise guy once told me something...he said he couldn't dance but he could...that's another story though.
This wise guy said something that made me actually believed that he cared about me, but also allowed me the challenge of thinking through something I have been doing for way to long. He said, "just don't see why not having a lot of options should allow someone to treat you bad."
I legit stopped and read that line over and over again before responding. I don't think I have ever heard or read a line so powerful, though I can't really explain why. To me it was a question that I never thought about and never tried to answer before. I have told people time and again that I "pick them good" so to speak, but I never tried to figure out more. I basically looked at the situation as I just don't bring much to the table and people don't necessarily want what is out there so options are slim to none. I end up with the few who don't care, especially those who don't care about sh*t. This one message though rang loud and clear: It's not ok!
I have power to just let people go and throw them back in to the big ocean. In my mind for way to long it has been ok with accepting sh*t, but it has become way more clear as to why this is. I want to be " a girl/ woman". I want a person to make me feel special and hold me, heck even the worst guys I've met could do that. I guess I fall for people who show interest because it gets tiring carrying the world on your shoulders and never letting down your guard. Many people know I have been through hell and back and I am still here. I go day to day with a smile on my face and being strong/ tough in order to protect myself and take care of everyone else...sometimes I just want to let go and have someone take care of me. I don't necessarily mean pamper me with massages and things, but it feels good to have someone make sure you get home safe at night, hold you when your freezing, or tell you everything will be ok when your upset. I don't want to be seen as weak so instead of being comforted and relaxing I stand firm and keep walking. Think of it this way: Picture in your mind someone carrying baggage, a couple heavy duffles and two heavy rolling bags. If there face looks painful you more likely to stop and help....but if they are smiling even though they are walking super slow you might walk by thinking they can handle it. Well, sometimes I can't handle it....but you didn't hear that from me.
So yes I make poor choices for no good reason, but at least I can answer that question now.
This post is dedicated to a wise guy who made me think and truly I owe much thanks to over the past term.
*Extra!!! (Bringing back an old poem I wrote...it seemed to fit)
I Pick Them Good
I think back on all my heartache,
I wonder what went wrong.
Feeling like a tired verse,
In an outdated song.
I think about their faces,
And how they swept me off my feet.
Yet they all ended up dropping me,
Really hard on cold concrete.
My life has been like a broken record,
Spinning round and round.
I try to pick the guys who are different,
Yet I always feel so bound.
Bound by the laws of attraction I guess,
These feelings deep inside.
These guys seem so perfect,
Yet they have so much that they hide.
They have great personalities,
They know just what to say.
But yet what they have put me through,
Would make any girl run away.
There seems to be a pattern,
Though I would hate to admit.
The guys I end up falling for,
Hurt me bit by bit.
It hurts so much,
Cuz I love them so.
But yet they don't feel the same,
Because they let me go.
I guess I should've seen it coming,
Like any girl would.
But what can I say,
I pick them good.
Posted by Megan at 9:03 AM