Back here again – everything to say but no words to say it with. More honestly, no fucks to give whether or not anyone knows how I feel. I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted and no matter how many times I say it, no one TRULY hears me!
No I don’t mean that in a poor me way. I just get to a point where it seems such a waste of my time and energy to even interact with most living beings. I have zero faith that even a person I deem intelligent can understand what I’m trying to say in some cases.
That leads us back to the fact that most people talk to be heard, not truly because they want you to listen and respond. Sometimes that’s all good. And sometimes you have to realize walking in a circle gets you nowhere, accept that you cannot change it and move forward. Seriously, some days I feel like I’m trapped in a room with several record players in which the records are all skipping- why? Because people love to hear themselves complain – I guess it makes them feel empowered.
I get that we all need to vent, but at some point, if you find yourself venting on repeat, you need to make some decisions. Decide to change it, if you cannot change it, decide to engage your super bubble armor and not let it fucking get to you. Because once you’ve gone beyond venting for the release of a bit of pressure, for the purpose of moving forward (PAST WHAT YOU ARE BITCHING ABOUT), then you are just as much of the issue as whatever you are venting about. Not only that, but you are regurgitating your negative feelings about it again and again and it’s landing all over the people that care enough to listen to you.
Just like anything, if you use your credits up on repeats and trivial bullshit, where will you turn when you truly need that ear?
Many people feel comfortable talking to me. I consider that an honor and am glad to be there for people. But if you keep putting the same fucking ingredients into your cake batter and ask me why your cake still tastes like shit eventually I’m going to smash you in the face with your cake. Or if you keep feeding me the same bite of cake over and over and asking me if it tastes different, I’m probably going to stab you in the eye with the fork you are serving me the bite of cake with.
Oh then I’ll be the bad guy because I had to get harsh and real due to the fact that people are so self-involved even when they seek out another for comfort, they ignore what the reward is yet keep asking for a reward. I am a patient person most of the time, but once I’m full all my gracefulness flies out the window and I will tell you straight up that you are being a little bitch or I’ll just walk the fuck away and make myself less available.
I have my own life issues – I’m a single mom of a teenager with a full time job that fights to keep her bipolar disorder in balance day to day. I LOVE to be there for people I care about, but I can only handle so much. If you don’t hear my subtle advice and I see no signs of improvement or no steps toward resolution or acceptance, I’m eventually not going to be able to retain the SHUT THE FUCK UP from spewing out in some form.
Seriously folks, there’s a fine line between venting and beating a dead horse.