Some days are just meh and blah and the recipient for a host of thumbs down (tangible reasons totally overrated). And in the paradoxical writhing of those days it’s ok to feel a bit sad and a bit flat. It’s also ok to feel a bit under appreciated and a bit under-loved. The real woo-hoo part is that you get a “get out of jail” free card to not play nice, to not be co-operative and to be able to say (with complete carte blanche ) …….
“Before you go any further, today is not the day and I am not the one”
Such a succinct comment should be immediately followed by vigorous pointy use of your extremities for maximum impact.
Permission granted to be foul and growly, sweet scented roses need manure to bloom.
Relationships – good, bad, long, short, professional, intimate, random – pretty much every minute of the day is linked to a relationship of some description. I suppose given the nature of us bipeds, relationships come with the territory but they can be a tricky old thing.
Himself and I have been together for almost three decades. Someone told me the other day that it’s quite an achievement, almost three decades, so yay us I guess. We have a “good marriage” I think – lots in common (but not everything), similar views on politics, religion, finances etc Compromise though still plays a leading role, you learn to pick your battles for lack of a better way to put it. Do you face the possibility of losing yourself in making compromise though? I don’t think so, I think you have to know yourself super well, be cognizant of your worth and be comfortable in your own skin. This sense of self will give you the ability to be a functioning one of two and understand the complexities that come with having a life partner. Do I have “don’t even go there” triggers – absolutely and so does he but they’ve been on the table from day one.
So after all that and despite perhaps sounding like a leaking pipe of psycho babble, what I want to say is that relationships take work. It’s not easy, disagreements are going to happen but they need to be the rarity not the norm. Respect your differences and revel in the similarities.
Sadness is the theme du jour. Catching up on the news and reading about the apparent suicides of two survivors from the Marjory Stoneman school shooting and a Dad from Sandyhook. I grieve for anyone who is in such an overwhelming place that the only apparent solution is to close the book forever – can’t fathom the loneliness and helplessness that must be all pervading. The anguish of the people left behind again is another festering quagmire all of its own. Could I have done more and what did I miss?
I find I tend to take on board a lot of the emotional stuff doing the rounds (evidently an empath I’m told – if you need to put a name to it) and it’s hard let me tell you. The happiness and joy highs are a fun thing but when loss, heartache and sadness are on the march it’s quite overwhelming at times. There have been days when all I want to do is crawl into a hole and hide and I have (well not the hole bit but you get my drift.) Most of the time though you pack it, wrap it and stack it away. I verbalise a lot, I write sometimes which seems to help balance everything out. It’s made me acknowledge myself, my worth and made my boundaries stronger I think. All good but if you’re out there and you’re battling *fist bump* I see you.
So it’s technically still today and I’m still thinking about stuff. The world is a very judgey place. Your race, your gender, your religion, your sexual orientation, your physical appearance, your mental aptitude, your political views, your ……… (There’ll be more but my brain has recoiled in horror and called a time out). Forward, clear and unbiased thinking seems to be just a pipe dream.
What is wrong with humanity you have to ask? Have I been guilty, absolutely and it’s still a conscious effort not to make snap decisions about people based on the above “put them in a box” way of thinking. Most everyone has got some sort of story to tell that shows a different side and a different reasoning behind their lousy behavior. It doesn’t make it right but it does make the bigger picture a little clearer. There are without doubt those individuals though who remain sewerage worthy residents because they don’t have a story and are just dire human beings and their true colors will show eventually. These additions to the story will also hopefully get their just desserts as speedily as possible.
So bottom line,( in my opinion, you know the thing we’re all allowed to have even if you don’t agree) – turn off the judgement tap with a big brute spanner. Having an opinion gets a thumbs up, not agreeing with the process/principle/dogma is also fine and dandy. Fight the good fight but leave the people out of if, that’s not your job. Use your voice for change, not retribution (easy to say I know but we have to keep trying). Here’s a stellar example *insert eye roll here (judgey I know but damn) ” If you don’t like your country’s policies change the blasted government don’t wreak havoc on its citizens.
Most days are just a mundane flow of thoughts and routine blips on the radar and then you get days where you think, a lot. So I saw a video clip on social media the other day of a young woman, in her 20’s I would guess, taking part in some sort of parade. She had on a t shirt and shorts so perfectly adequately clad. I still fail to see how your choice of clothing apparently gives other people any rights over you but just in case you were wondering. Anyhow there she was, bouncing along and seemingly enjoying the experience when some disgrace of a man comes up behind her and starts putting his hands all over her. As it would he certainly got his arse handed to him as she physically beat him off and was then aided by another young woman who chased him away.
What really pissed me off and got me to thinking was that it’s the 21st century and yet there still isn’t anywhere that’s completely safe as a woman where you can go and enjoy yourself without some fool getting in your face. For clarity, because I know there’s going to be some “gift to the world” out there who’s going to want to justify something, I’m straight and married to a good man. With that said, even if I was as alternative as ….”…….. (insert your own example here because what is alternative to some is everyday living to others) what gives any person the right to assault (because that’s what it is) another person because apparently just because defies explanation.
As much as I’m sure there are incidents of women sexually and mentally abusing men, my train today is men abusing women. So yes the #metoo and every other inspirational campaign that involves women taking back their power is relevant here. Wait, did I hear somebody roll their eyes, you better damn well believe it – the time is now. So here’s my thing – speak up, every time – support each other, every time – believe what she says, every time.
“A woman is unstoppable after she realises she deserves better”.
There is a public holiday in South Africa today – Human Rights Day. A worthy celebration if ever there was one – the right to sustenance, employment, political freedom, safety, quality of life etc
Yet, (despite being especially proud of our piece of the planet) I look with a jaundiced eye at our own failings and those around the world – war, famine, poverty, discrimation, intolerance and while heaping praise on everybody that continues to fight the good fight and struggle uphill, unceasingly, I’m a little uncelebratory today!
Instead, on a selfish note, I’ve turned my focus back to our time away. The KZN Drakensberg is not known for its floral splendour – the harsh conditions are not condusive to blowsy splendour yet if you look a little closer you will find beauty in the smallest detail ….
I think DH was beginning to wonder if my knees were giving out as everytime he turned around I was on my knees peering at something in the veld.