I have a friend, we've never met, we only communicate through their blog, and emails. And they have been very helpful in me finding out just who I am... actually who I was along, and why, I am no longer willing to lower my standards, or lower the bar in how I want to be treated. There is a line, from a recording they did, that goes like this....
Mothers, songs preach that without forever you are just being used. But there is something much worse. It's much worse to find something important that goes to waste because you're not being used at all.
I feel like I'm not being used at all, but then again.. I don't want to be used... I want to be loved for me... I want to be wanted.. not needed. I'm not a "type" of woman. I am unique... I've been told that. And I also know that a lot of women say they aren't like others. And while I can't speak for them, for me, it's true. I don't like shopping... I don't like shoes. I like auto racing, dirt tracks, crime shows, Mythbusters, Ghost Hunters. I don't like "reality" shows, don't like Grey's Anatomy, or any show that if you miss the first episode of the first year, you are pretty much... Lost. When I love, I give all... unconditionally. I don't expect anything in return, other than to be loved, for me.. to be accepted for me. Don't try to change me or "fix" me. I'm not broken... I like who I am, where I am, and how my life is going. And there is still room in it for someone.....
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