Along with some of the most fabulous women in the world, I also seem to attract a bit of the crazy. To someone that lives for the soft aesthetic of life, this is a blemish I can not abide. What can you do when the beauty of life continues to be marred by the ugliness of others?
There are some days I feel a bit like the Charlie Brown character Pigpen. Pigpen is described as an all around good kid that just can’t seem to get clean. He is perpetually surrounded by a cloud of dust and dirt and no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t seem to make it go away. He tells people “I haven’t got a name. People just call me things. Real insulting things!” If Pigpen has a real name, no one seems to know what it is. And this is how I feel about the female insanity that surrounds me some days. They throw dirt at me, they call me insulting names behind my back, they don’t even know who I really am and still they refuse to go away and leave me alone.
Do you ever feel that way?I figured each of them had a lesson I needed to learn. Why else would they come into my life?
How about the lady that sent me bogus magazine subscriptions? What did I learn from that experience? Hm. I got a real good glimpse of crazy. Okay, so let’s shelve her for a minute.
How about the two women that wrote nasty things about me and published them on the Internet? Those are two of the same kind of people. They are always on the lookout for the downfall of folks they don’t like. Any misfortune will do, real or imaginary. I don’t think this is healthy. In fact, if you continue to build yourself up by tearing other people down, what exactly do you accomplish? What does your life end up looking like?
Instead of tearing them down, perhaps it is much better to try and understand why you don’t like them. Trust me, it always ends up being about your issues in the end.
Oh and there’s the predator! I just happened to get in her way one time and even today if you say my name, she has something mean to share about me. She’s stubborn, rough around the edges, prickly and she definitely does not like women. She’s kind of hard to love, but deep in her heart, she longs to be loved by someone. She’s another one that has some incredibly low self esteem, but you’d never know it unless you looked closely. I think that’s part of her problem, no one bothers to look anymore.
She taught me that if you want someone to love you, you must love yourself first.
Then there’s the scary lady. She told her husband that he could threaten suicide all he wanted to, she wasn’t buying it anymore. The next morning he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. He died that day and she lost her mind. I know what the lesson was here.
Words can push a person to do things they wouldn’t normally do. Words can kill people.
These ladies don’t take up a lot of space in my head. Anyone that spends their time trying to hurt others has a small mind and small minds rarely seem to need much room. To ignore them would discredit what they have added to my life. They have given me a greater appreciation for the women in my life that are truly fabulous. Because of them I know what a good friend looks like, sounds like and feels like. Without them, I wouldn’t know how to be a good friend in return.
Like Pigpen there are times when I am caught in a torrential downpour of rain and I am washed completely clean. It is on those days, when I am hardly recognizable, that I am in the presence of my real friends. It is on those days I can hear the ring of laughter and I feel the warmth of hearing, like the first of many times…my real name.
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