WARNING! THIS POST CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE. HIDE YOUR WIFE. HIDE YOUR KIDS. (IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT, THEN PLEASE DON’T READ THIS FUCKING POST!)
I’m pissed. No, not in the British sense of “I’ve had too much to drink”. I’m angry. I don’t even know why. If I did though, I suppose I could put together a whole shit list together.
I have Mommy issues. I have Daddy issues. I have general fucking trust issues.
Don’t believe it? Do you know me?
I was raped as a child. My sister was there. I didn’t protect her from this asshole that took advantage of us both. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized the “asshole” was still a child himself, in the grand scheme of things. But the damage was done. The damage I inflicted upon myself for years (maybe I still am inflicting?) was ten times fucking worse.
My mom and I had a very strained relationship growing up. I will not go into the details of it yet. My sister is getting married in less than 2 weeks, my mother reads this blog, and I’m not going to strain the sanctity or happiness of my youngest sibling’s marriage before I get to it.
In my perception, my dad wasn’t around enough for me growing up, and I held him complicit for what I endured as a kid.
I know exactly why I don’t trust. It’s why I find myself now, at 37, single, without ever having had a relationship that has amounted to more than a passionate fling, however long it may have lasted (2 1/2 years is the longest for those keeping score.) It’s why I “lock out” friends that only want to help me. It’s easier to push people away than to embrace them. Especially when you label me “this” or “that”.
So, like Eminem said, “I am whatever you say I am”. Or whatever the fuck I say I am, more importantly.
So, what the fuck am I?
I am ever changing. But in this moment, I’m angry. I thought the anger was gone, but nope, there it is like a girl you fuck once or twice and just want her to go away, but she keeps coming back around once in a while no matter how rude you are to her.
I get angry when people think they know what’s best for me. It’s one thing to share that when I’m looking for it, but it’s a delicate fucking balance, and you better check your weights and measures before approaching me about some bullshit I may or may not want to hear.
And if I get hurt or angry about what you said, then you better be able to handle that too. I make no fucking promises.
Call me out. Go ahead. But if you back down after putting in your two cents, then fuck you, is all I can say. You cheap, gutless bastard. How dare you? That’s the quickest way to lose my friendship. I don’t like standing up to people, and I don’t like having to defend what I think, feel or say, but I will when pushed. But know this: I push, and I will push you too. And if you don’t stand firm in your truth, your words, your actions, I will delete you from my life in a heartbeat. I can’t stand wimpy fuckers that can’t stand up to me if I get offended or angry. In fact, I need you to stand up to me!
If you’re going to tell someone how they should live their life, where they should live their life, what they should be doing with their life, then you have to be ready for an adverse reaction no matter how fun-loving, easy-going, or Zen-like they may appear to be.
It’s like my friend, Oren says, “I’m a nice guy. Unless I’m not.”
We all have different sides, and those sides are what make us human beings. The pretty and the ugly and the dark. In particular, the dark. We all have it. Don’t write me and tell me that I’m dark, please. Pretty, fucking please. You have darkness too. It exists. To deny it is to deny our humanity. It is from the dark that some of the most important lessons are learned. Where growth can have an exponential gain.
We are here to help each other. Relationships are here to help us reach a higher awareness. You owe it to me to say whatever the fuck you feel like saying. And I owe it to you to say whatever the fuck I need to say (or not say) back.
Let’s be extremely clear about this: If you piss me off, it’s not because of you.
If I get upset, it’s because I have an attachment that I have yet to let go of in my life. You pointed it out. Thank you very fucking much!
But if I can listen between the anger, the resentment, the bitterness, I have a beautiful chance to grow more fully into the person I came to this rock to be. Sometimes it takes longer than other times. So, give me some goddamn room, would you?!
There is a Bible verse that reads (that’s right, the Bible): “Great peace have they which love Thy law, and nothing shall offend them.”
“Thy Law” can be translated however it makes you comfortable as far as I am concerned. You don’t have to go with God, or Buddha, or anyone or anything else, that’s not the point.
The point is that if I get offended, I’m clearly not in balance, in harmony or in peace. Somewhere, something inside of me is aching to be released. An attachment somewhere is dying, and it doesn’t like it. How would you feel if someone was trying to kill you? You’d probably be pretty fucking pissed off too. You’d fight like hell, wouldn’t you?
This path is not what I thought it would be. It is much more difficult than I would have ever dreamed it to be. I could bullshit you and pretend that I don’t have any problems, any issues, but what fucking good would that do any of us? Not much, I would venture.
So say what you mean. Mean what you fucking say. I’ll do the same. It’s never about you. I only have my perception, and, ultimately, only I handle my capacity to grow. If you don’t continue to speak your truth, then you rob me of my chance to grab hold of what could be a life-changing insight to help me grow. Kind of a dick thing to do, really. And as I have much growing to do, I am really hoping you will be a real friend and help a brother out.
I’ll tell you my truth if you tell me yours. Even if it pisses you off. Then maybe we can both grow a little more. Hell, we might even blossom.
Ain’t that a fuckin’ daisy?