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Category: relationships
Received a message in my messenger a few days ago. Spoke of a woman who was feeling inadequate in her relationship and described a man that was, for all intents and purposes, simply not present. It struck me when I read it. Thoughts immediately began to run in my mind. Opinions and judgements were plenty. But I ignored it. Dismissed it. Kicked it a one liner response and moved on. It’s been days later and I’m still thinking about it.
I mean, who isn’t insecure? About something. At some time. I’d wager to think that we all feel insecure at different times in our lives. It’s part of the human condition. One of the many horrible but natural things that make us human. The feelings of being inadequate. Not enough. Lacking. Whether it’s our language, body image, the lifestyle we live, etc. there seems to be plenty of reasons to make us feel less about who we are inside. And I honestly believe 99.9% of our insecurities are developed and formed in our early childhood development.
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WARNING: What you’re about to read contains adult situations, conversation, details, and what some would consider rude, obnoxious, vulgar or down right unpleasant to read.
So, if you are of a weak disposition, in fear of losing your faith due to the detailed descriptions below causing you to sin or are prone to wetting yourself when you hear or see profanity, DO NOT continue to read any further. Consider this fair warning. If you continue reading it’s on you.
Don’t message me later about how disappointed you are with me or thought better of me, etc. It will fall on deaf ears. Love it or hate it, I could care less. (I am also well aware of what reading this blog will do for my chances with “quality” women and I’m fine with that too.)
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Every once in a while I come across something that I think is unique. Stands out to me as different and catches my attention. I’ve never personally met Jay Cookingham or his wife Christine; but she recently passed away, and he has been sharing their story on FaceBook.
I’ve been on FaceBook a long time now. Seen many posts of people who have passed away. Few that I’ve known. Some are a shock. Others are an extended reminder of the pain this life holds at times. People offer their condolences then generally it’s put out of mind. But this has been different. This has been anything but ordinary. And after following the posts over the last few weeks, it became increasingly clear why.
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What a shit year. 2019 suuuuucked! Seriously. Based on what I’ve seen, I’m not the only one who felt that way. This was just a flat out hard year for many people.
Lies, manipulations, deaths, lost jobs, vehicle breakdowns, health problems, natural disasters, you name it, this year included it all. The stress involved with this year seemed unprecedented. I’m sure that’s not the case. I’m sure there have been much worse years for people. But for me, this is one that’ll go down as one of the worst.
It started out that way. And though I had high hopes at the start of it, as I always do at the beginning of a New Year, it quickly proved its determination to just be a year of total suck. Try as I may, I couldn’t convince it otherwise. It was hell bent on its destination. Like sand slipping effortlessly through fingers, the tighter I’d grip to hold on, the more I’d lose. It was surreal. An unbelievable culmination of endings that was beyond prediction. You just. Can’t. Make. This. Shit. Up.
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The dead mans hand. Most of the time you’ll know it when you’re dealt it. Other times, it will elude you until at last it reveals itself and the sharp prick of what it means will pierce your heart, like ice.
Takes the wind out of you.
Hold your breath, hoping the cards will change. Whisper a prayer in an effort to curb the outcome. Try as you may, the results are the same. Only one thing to do once those cards been dealt.
Play them.
You know what they mean. Everyone knows. The death cards. End game. It’s over. Time to pay your due and cash in.
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Thanksgiving is in nine days. Nine days from now people will be gathering together with their families, eating food, and talking about the things they’re thankful for. Happens every year here in the U.S. .
I say in the U.S., because for some reason this was the first year it occurred to me that not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving. I know, I know. I judged me too. As well as, gave myself all sorts of internal smacks in the head for not thinking. It was a Scooby. Totally got me to thinking….wait, so other countries don’t take a moment to be thankful for anything? Other places on the globe don’t have a national holiday dedicated to the thoughtfulness and appreciation of their life and the people that are in it? How sad.
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He sat in my chair fiddling with his keys as he went on about how he didn’t understand what he had done wrong, why she was upset, and what he could do. As he talked, I just listened. Then he looked up at me and said, “I just don’t get it”.
I looked at him, and said matter of factly, “The weather changed”.
His face was the look of confusion as I could see his mind attempt to process what I had just said. “What does the weather have to do with anything I just said”, he asked.
Nothing. And everything.
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I can remember as a child hearing about being careful who I chose to be friends with. That […]
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I stepped out this morning and I could smell the change in the air. Summer is ending and […]
