Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Admissions

I have been betrayed by many people in my life, some meant it, some didn't...we all have. I'm no different than those before me or after me. I find that so many people live either by the river of denial or mount bullshit...and then their are those who live in some sort of bubble like Glinda the good witch from Wizard of Oz but are not nearly as nice. Fake people....
You know the ones, they call you up and pretend to care, they fish for information by pretending they feel the same way all the while turning around and talking to people you never thought you had a problem with and because of some random shallow conversation there is a full on war going on where you are left thinking..."how did this happen?"
I don't like hostile environments and creating one in a place where children are at is horrible, making it hard on those kids who have parent that are sick (ok here is where I will sound selfish but damnit I have stage 4 breast cancer)...does it really make you "cool" to single me out at the "villian" in ANY story of any place at any time. I think to myself, how low can people get sometimes and it never fails...I find out that people can go lower. The most insane part of this entire rant is that it isn't just in one part of my life is this happening. When I look back at the point when these incidents started happening I found a common thread. Now the job is to identify that common thread as a trait. Making this kind of a research study on Relational Agression...mean girl growing up to be mean women. My mother died when I was 6, so for the most part I was raised by my dad (going to hockey games) and my step mother who loved sports as well. I rode horses (jumping and drassage) and found out later in life what a girlie girl I really am. My daughter doesn't seem to have the identity crisis I have except for the voice, she has to learn to start using her power to get what she wants and accepting being brushed off and being treated like crap will eventually,I hope, make her stand up for what she needs. Call out behavior that interferes with what she is paying for. It's hard to be part of a mean girl clique, I lasted all of 3 days once because I couldn't stand the judgement of people like that. I find I take things on like I took on cancer, go to the source! It's hard to believe anyone would think I was a back stabber, because people who know me, or have just recently met me, if I have a problem and I feel the need to bring a knife, I won't be cowardly enough to stab anyone in the back, I may contact their superior but they will know and see it coming.
Oh well enough rambling for tonight...Just testing the waters anyway...