I had a completely different message I wanted to write this morning, but after receiving another phone call listening to the train wreck of a guy playing manipulative mind games with his ex-girlfriend, him reading me his texts filled with passive-aggressive bullshit, making a bad situation worse because he’s reacting during the height of emotion instead of sitting back and reacting with sense, reminds me more of the type of person I want to be, especially when it comes to my relationships.
I’m a passionate person. I react with passion, in passion, and for passion. I don’t always react at the right time, the right way, often resulting in the opposite of what I had hoped. LOL! But, I’ve matured a lot over the years. Wow, I used to be so stubborn. I used to be so stupid. I used to be so selfish. It was always about what I wanted, how I felt, and what I thought was right, and I wanted it in my time, when I didn’t really know shit. But listening to this man making huge mistakes in his eagerness to save what he thinks is love, makes me smile. Not at his distress, but at the knowledge that I know I’ve grown beyond the pettiness. I’ve grown well beyond those shallow waters. I’ll never have his problems, only because I know that I would never accept anything but the deepest of love. Other side of that coin is that I may only find that kind of love within myself.
There was a piece of advice I gave this man that smacked me right in my own face. Usually, just like with this blog and many of the things I write, most of the things I say and do are for ME more than anyone else. I may have said them to him, and I doubt he even heard a word of what I was saying, but I heard it and it stung… ouch. This is what I told him. “We have to stop from responding to things in the height of our emotion, because it only makes things worse when we don’t receive the response we’ve already imagined we’d get in our minds. People are individuals and they respond to things in their own way, not the way we think they should, or expect them to, or even according to what we think is the right answer.”
When someone responds to us in their own way, through their own filter of experiences and triggers, we are often stunned, surprised, and confused because it almost never turns out how we have already imagined. Come on, admit it, how many times have you had an argument or discussion in your mind with someone about something that upset you, but… when you went to talk about it, it came out so much different? It’s called foot-mouth disease. I have a bad case of it.
Communication is the key to any relationship, friendship, soul-mates, co-workers, family, etc. All relationships are built or torn down due to the level of effective communication. Don’t get me wrong, communication alone can’t save a relationship, but it will help with understanding and being able to determine when to fight and when to walk away. It’s about integrity. So, getting to the love letter to myself, I am very proud of the way I communicate with the people I love, but mostly with the way I communicate with myself.
So, for Jinx… I love the way she listens, and then tries her best to understand. Believe me, she doesn’t always understand, but she tries. I love the way she gives the benefit of the doubt, and isn’t quick to jump to conclusions and always dwells on the worse. She truly encompasses the message in the Lady Gaga song, Million Reasons – “I bow down to pray, I try to make the worse seem better. Lord, show me the way, to break this worn-out leather. I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but Baby I just need one good one to stay.” Her mind thinks a million thoughts about everything and it drives her crazy, is the foundation to much of her anxiety and stress, and the master of her fears. But, I love, love, love the fact that she is quick to apologize, quick to admit her mistakes, quick to make amends when she realizes her fallacy, and doesn’t give up until she makes it right. She owns her weaknesses and that has become one of her greatest strengths, and I love her very much for it.
Till next time,