We have all asked the question “why me?” while gazing up towards the heavens, and expecting an answer. None of us know the answer to that gnawing question. But…let’s ask a different question. Let’s ask ourselves “why not me”? We might make a little more sense of what is happening in our lives, if we ask ourselves this probing question and look within for the answers.
“Why can’t I lose weight?” Because we eat too much and do too little. “Why am I so tired?” Because we do too much, or do too little. “Why can’t I find love?” Because we are looking in the wrong damn place.
Everybody’s needs are different. There is no one-way solution to fix our problems. The problem, more than likely, starts with you. None of us wants to admit that we are to blame for most of our dilemmas in life. Whether it be our bad habits, or bad decisions, nothing “just happens”.
But the victims in life will never question their behavior, or actions. It is always someone else’s doing that they are in the situation they are in. Let’s talk “relationships”, for example, because that is my favorite subject. (insert evil laugh here) The victims of love are never to blame. They should be loved no matter what they say or do, and not have to suffer any repercussions. They will blame their lonely situation on the Mercury retrograde. The full moon. The ocean tide. Anything but themselves. The answer could be staring them right in the face, but they will look past, hoping to find their answer off in the sunset. UGH!
I’ll give you a prime example. I know a gentleman who is polite, handsome, hard-working, and fun. Just looking at him, you would wonder why he is single. But if you spent a little time with this person, you would figure it out. He drinks too much. I’m not saying that he is an alcoholic. I’m just saying that when he does drink, he doesn’t know when to stop. He becomes an infant. He can’t talk or walk and whines for someone to take him home. Now, I’m not perfect. I drink too much whiskey at times and I like a good time. But I can honestly say, that in my 59 years on this earth I have never needed help getting home. I have the ability to say when I have had enough, and walk my happy ass home.
I have been approached by this man, and even asked why not him? Hmmm… maybe because I don’t want to be your mother, nurse, cook, maid, or chauffeur. It sounds like a lot of work. You sir, look like a bad decision in more ways than one. How does that song go? “I can’t be with anybody who gets drunker than me. ” All these men whining how they want a sex goddess and not a mother. Yet, they are constantly saying how “I need a woman to clean my house.” “I need someone to cook for me.” WTF universe did you crawl out of? It is the year 2024. What are you bringing to the table? If you don’t want a “mother” then stop acting so helpless and save your fucking self! I don’t care how good looking you are, or how much money you make. I am MORE than what you need.
The next relationship, if there is one, will benefit me and the person I decide to share my life with. I have so much respect for the people that fuck up their lives and admit it. Then, go the extra mile to take the steps in seeing that it doesn’t happen again. You don’t have to be perfect…just perfect for me. Fix yourself before you expect someone to live with you. It is not my job to make your life better. Expecting your life to be better just because you have someone cleaning your house and cooking for you is the craziest thing I have ever heard. How is anyone going to respect someone who can’t take care of themselves? How is anyone going to trust you and feel safe with you, if you have no self-control or discipline?
We can figure shit out ourselves if we would only stop and look in the mirror at what everyone else sees in us. The answer is staring us right in the face.
The Musings Of An Angry Woman 