It's been nice to know that some people are still reading my blog. And well, some others, are still putting their nose where it doesn't belong, and passing that information along. Why? I can only imagine they don't have enough going on in their lives.
What's great about this, knowing this. Is I don't actually care. I don't care about people, who disrupt the lives of others, simply for gossip, or sport. It's been a long time since I stopped caring what other people thought, cos I needed people to like me. Now, well, it's been a process of essentially those who don't have a place in my life, or heart, to go away by my will. Making room for the right kind of people. The kind you don't question whether or not their intentions are honourable. Those whose actions match their words.
It's been a nice change to know, I can be myself, and not be judged, whispered about for fun. But to be supported by those who care. Really care. A handful of them were here the whole time, I just had to recognise it. When I did, I acknowledged it/them wholeheartedly. It was welcomed with open arms and love. Looking back I don't regret the experiences I've had. I just wish I had found my self respect, pride, and what I stand for, well, sooner.
I love running into these people in the street, and they're all "OMG how are you? I've missed you!!! Let's get together soon". I simply say; "Thanks for the invite, but I'm going to pass". Nor introducing them to the person/people I may be with. I don't owe these people an explanation. Smile, wish them a good day, and carry on with whatever I was doing. :D They can go on to call me whatever name they feel suitable, and yet, it still doesn't matter. With the world of technology, no matter how busy your life is, it only takes a few moments to touch base from time to time. Oh still no time? Hmmm, your blog, twitter, FB status updates would disagree. Still claiming no time? Well then, I've broken up with you. If you're unable to make the simplest effort to stay in touch, well, you're not anyone I want to stay in touch with. We're not talking a few days or weeks, I'm saying months, years go by, and they claim no time. Over.
A gf once told me, "We train people how to treat us". I disagreed to the max at the time. Alas, as time passes and I find once again what I stand for. It was easier to see just how true that statement is.
I'm still on a dating site, managing it much, much, much better than I ever had before.
If I msg someone, and they reply with, "nice pics/profile, got any pics of you in heels?" Or something of equally inappropriateness. Simply say goodbye and move on, rather than humouring them in witty banter. Some know how to be cute, sassy, and charming. It's rare. Most are just pigs. I choose to believe that all men are not slime. Just have to find them.
