Sunday, July 24, 2016

Done with that box or any other box for that matter....

Over the years, the most emotionally abusive men that have been in my life are always the ones that are constantly wanting to be back in my life.  Of course, every single guy I've ever dated has come back wanting at least attention--which I don't know about what most women think of this since I can't be the only one this happens to, but yea, fuck off.  Excuse the language, but really.  Don't get me wrong.  Any wrong turns that I have taken--well, yes that's on me.  I'm sure God or fate had some reasoning to get me where I am now.  But truth?  I don't need a damn meme to tell me that going backwards is a dumbass move.  Asking me if I ever loved someone is kind of stupid too.  If I dated someone, on some level at the time, yes, I did.  But that doesn't mean I have a wish to spend the rest of my life as anyone's doormat.  The problem with saying I'm not doing this whole wash, rinse, repeat cycle is that I have to seriously look at what was wrong with my previous choices and what the hell is wrong with me.  So I know what's wrong with my previous choices--laundry list, remember?  I always know what's wrong with them before I even get into it.  The problem is that I have to admit that I also allow them to treat me like a damn doormat eventually.  Why?  Well, that's the question now isn't it?

For one, most people that don't really know me very well assume that isn't possible.  That's because I'm extroverted and I'll share my opinion and thoughts fairly freely.  I don't judge people for their opinions and therefore I don't see any reason to keep my opinions to myself.  I do realize that a majority of people judge people with different opinions as "not their people".  Welcome to the world we live in.  But, the more shallow the person the quicker they are to assume that because I am not afraid to share my opinions or knowledge.  That is who I am.  It's a drop in the bucket of who I am.  For the people that know me the best, I'm usually leery to take the lead.  I can lead, when I need to.  I just really enjoy not having to think about it.  I've always had a lot of responsibilities--at least since my early 20s.  So most of the time I'm dating someone I just follow their lead.  After a while, if they start to control and start shoving me in their box, well, sooner or later, I'm out.  I don't like to play games and I'm not going to take someone's shit for months and months just because he's figured out that I'm not actually demanding at all.  

My closest friends tell me all the time, especially when I'm dating someone, that I need to stand up for myself.  I need to put my "foot down".  I need to define limits early on or I'm going to end up being treated like crap.  Well, that is partially true.  But it's really two fold, right?  Most of the guys I've dated I already know aren't a good choice.  The ones that have been a good choice--okay, yes, there's been a couple.  Yea, they still had issues, but was it a laundry list?  Not sure.  There's a couple that I'm still friends with that just had their issues and we just didn't "fit".  But for the rest, yes, I became a doormat.  They treated me like I had to do what they wanted, when they wanted.  They would bitch about my friends and try to cut me off from them.  Some of them they had valid points, but then they would use that to try to cut me off from the friends that they had no valid points to cut me off.  They just were control freaks who started to treat me like property.  Fuck that.  Excuse the language again.  Sailor mouth is really in a mood today.  Is it my own fault?  Sure to some degree.  I gave them the impression I was okay being treated like that because I'm not demanding.  I just wasn't raised to be some demanding mean girl bitch.  

So, I tend to just follow my man's, when I have one, I just tend to follow his lead.  It's not a whole lot of skin off my back--until they start trying to make it impossible for me to have my friends, my own life, my hobbies, accomplish things that I want to accomplish.  My youngest's sperm donor is a great example.  He and his father tried to pressure me over and over to not finish my degree.  Yet, that wasn't why I left his ass in the dust--it was because there wasn't a single honest word that ever came out of his mouth and when I realized that I was out.  Bam.  I tend to let the guy I date put me in a damn box and why in the hell have I been doing that with anyone that I already have a laundry list of stuff that I want nothing to do with? 

Probably because I know I'm not staying in that box very long.  I just can't do it.  I start to feel stifled, smothered, like I can't breath.  I start to introvert and that's just not who I am.  And then, I'm angry and trying to swallow it.  Well, at that point, it's just a matter of time.  Amazingly, when I get to that point that I'm done, I'm silent.  I've got no anger at all.  Could friggin care less.  Yes, call it cold bitch, but no not cold hearted bitch.  I'm not wishing anything bad on anyone I've ever dated.  I've just got no use for someone that didn't respect me when they had me and then want me back when I've had enough.  I always have given second chances, hell sometimes even a third or fourth, but when enough is enough, enough is enough.  

So how do I work out this wash, rinse, repeat when I know I have this issue where I start to get treated like a doormat because I don't put my proverbial foot down?  I don't know.  I know I can put it down when I'm done and an ex boyfriend is finding that out right now.  But how do I define limits that I have literally never thought I should have to with someone that I don't even know it's ever going there in the first place?  I keep saying the right guy will have to figure me out.  Well, the right guy wouldn't take advantage of a mush ball.  My Granddaddy wasn't perfect--Grams and he went through hell a time or two and then some, truth be told.  My Daddy and mother on the other hand, until she got sick, got on really well.  There is no such thing as a perfect relationship or a perfect man, or woman for that matter.  But I've seen good and great relationships and I know damn well they don't look like me being shoved in a little box and controlled and miserable.  I'm just not sure that I don't have to learn to put limits on how I'm going to be treated or not treated early on.  I shouldn't have to.  It doesn't seem like that would be the right relationship then.  But I guess the best thing to do when I don't like that someone doesn't seem or appear to be treating me with respect, then it's time to bail immediately.  I'm too easy going in a relationship and I'm not going to be someone's doormat--whether it's because I'm too smart, too smart ass or in reality too easy going and they think that's a free for all to treat me like shit. Done with that box.     

Monday, July 18, 2016

Not ready for the right person or not interested in being with the wrong person....

The downside to having an hour drive to work and an hour drive back is that it's plenty of time to think.  The upside to having an hour drive to work and back is that it's plenty of time to think.  Still didn't help my writer's block when I got home.  I couldn't get my thoughts straight.  I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday, and I tell people all the time that I don't "want" a relationship or I'm not ready.  Is that my wash, rinse, repeat?  Kind of caught myself off guard this morning when I asked myself that.  The drive into work wasn't near as fun.  I usually actually enjoy the drive.  The drive back from work wasn't as frustrating.  I was preoccupied with the question.  I thought when I get home I'll write, ok type, it all down and I'll work out the answer.  Nothing.  That's not usually how this works.  The blog comes as my brain starts to filter through everything, not while it's all still in jumbles.  So the jumbles are starting to filter.  

Is it?  Wash, rinse, repeat?  If it is, which section.  Wash, dating and dumping.  Rinse, no dating at all.  Repeat, that's jumping back in to something I don't really want.  I'm not in repeat mode.  I have absolutely no interest in anyone that is not viable right now.  YAY me.  Wash.  No, not that.  Rinse.  Oh shit.  Maybe.  My favorite answer during the rinse cycle is to say I don't want a relationship or not ready for one.  Damn it.  That's not really true though, is it?  Well, sort of.  I'm not wanting another worthless relationship that has zero potential.  No more laundry lists.  So, why am I still saying that?  I'm saying it because of habit.  I'm used to being very guarded and it's a solid proven way to protect myself.  Of course, in my defense, the whole reason to say it is because I have a tendency to attract guys that aren't smart enough, aren't smart ass enough, don't get my sense of humor, who get intimidated by the fact for the most part that I have my shit together.  And during the rinse cycle, I don't want any of them in my life.  They are controlling, manipulative, less than honest and annoying.  So what if I say it to anyone that might ideally want more that might be very viable? 

Well, my closest friends have all pointed out that I need someone smart enough that gets my sarcastic sense of humor and who I can admire.  Someone who is proud of how smart I am and someone I can be proud of.  Someone who can get the better of me when I'm frustrated and make me laugh.  Am I ready for that?  Well, that's the thing.  I think we all are.  We get to the point where we aren't ready for the "wrong" thing anymore and that can be daunting.  I'm not willing to be with the wrong person ever again.  But the right one?  Well, truth is, yes, I think I am.  It doesn't mean I want to be in an instant relationship like instant oatmeal or grits.  But the right person?  The right guy?  Yes, it might be very difficult for me, but I've made up my mind that the right guy deserves to be treated like gold and deserves me to be all in.  I deserve to be treated like gold too and I deserve to have the guy that is all in.  

Of course, that's a lot for me to say.  The majority of guys I have dated have defined "all in" as up my *ss breathing for me.  I need to be able to have my friends, my boys, my job, my own space.  I have a life and he needs to have a life.  I want to share my life, not have it smothered by a control freak.  Still the "right" guy, the lightening strike, the unicorn, would not be that way, and I know this.  So I just need to pay attention.  So I'm not in rinse cycle, so much as simply saying that I don't want to date just anyone.  The right guy, yes, I'm technically ready.  The wrong guy, well, no, I'll never be ready again for the wrong guy.  I don't need filler space. 

Have I met the right guy?  I said it before that the right guy would probably have to figure me out not the other way around.  I have a terrible habit of second guessing myself.  I don't talk about it with my friends in the normal way.  If it's someone that I think is truly amazing, I'm more likely to keep it to only my closest friends.  Might have something to do with recently finding out a couple of people I thought were good friends were nothing but lying backstabbing gossips.  I'd probably tell him--that probably is stupid. That may be me second guessing myself.  I tend to think if it's the right guy all the things that might be wrong with anyone else would be right just because he'd realize that I'm basically a mush ball in an overwrapped package.  

But no more saying that I'm not ready.  I am technically ready for the right guy.  I'm no longer going to say that I'm not ready or don't want a relationship.  Of course, I do and I'm ready for the right person.  I'm not interested in the being with the wrong person and from now on that's what I'm going to say.    

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

“We need to make America sane again.“

I'm still amazed by the people that keep saying that they want change but then keep doing the same thing over and over.  Sometimes they are talking about their lives in general.  I mean, even I have done it, albeit admittedly I did it more subconsciously than consciously.  It's hard to make a change in our own lives, so I suppose anyone claiming they want change must overcome subconscious developed responses.  In the case of the current election, I listen to people who have been wanting change, who are completely disenfranchised and looking to anything different.  Yet, the different that they are looking at is just more of the same.  Some of them see it but just believe that it's now a question of the lesser of two evils.  Some, and I'm completely blown away by them, really believe that Trump or Clinton are not the same.  Two people that benefited most by the corruption that all of us are sick of cannot possibly want change.  It's a big joke.  Yet, it seems like these people are so pre-programmed to believe in a two party system, they cannot start to see the bigger picture.

First, neither Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton have any leadership skills.  Clinton has proven over and over that she will fall in line with the establishment--whether kissing her husband's ass when consistently caught cheating, to the Tammy Faye Baker routine of stand by her man so that she could become a Senator, or getting on board with abandoning Americans in Benghazi.  Leadership is not her strong suit.  Cowardice and taking the easy way out is.  Donald Trump is the epitome of the worst that the United States has created over the years.  A spoiled rich brat, who brags consistently about his sexual conquests, and has multiple times taken advantage of all the corruption that all of us average joes are sick of.  There's no way either of these people give a shit about any of the average Americans.  I'd even go so far as to say that neither of them have any intention of making American great again for the average person here, because, well, bluntly, neither of these asshats has ever been the average American.  They are people who have always stepped on the average of us to get what they want.

So fine, most people will concede this.  Democrats wanted change but the establishment was and is behind Clinton.  Republicans wanted change but they have Bozo the Clown as their presumptive nominee.  It's the lesser of two evils.  I'm really sick of the "lesser of two evils" bullsh*t.  Why would I vote for either?  Why would I and every other American sick of the corruption, deceit, and money-power hungry grubbing sell-outs vote for either of them?  The Dems argue that at least Clinton is going to maintain status quo.  I'm sick of status quo.  Screw your status quo.  That is the establishment that I am sick of.  The same status quo that the Clintons and Trump have used to their advantages for decades.  The Republicans argued amongst themselves because Trump is a clown.  Oh come on.  Seriously.  Screaming on stage?  Inciting people to physically assault others?  That ridiculous haircut?  Or the bright orange fake tan skin?  All he needs is a Fiat 500 and a 100 of his wife's Russian mob whore girlfriends to pop out of it all at once and we will have the epitome of "three ring circus".

Everyone will agree that we need real leadership.  We can all agree that we need a President that can help lead the United States, NATO and make sure that we are taking care of ours and our Allies.  Clinton already proved that isn't going to happen with her as the Secretary of State.  She failed at Benghazi, and that failure is a reflection of what would be her term as President.  Trump is such an idiot that doesn't know when to shut the hell up--just during this election--he was barred from going to several countries because of his racist comments.  He literally has lost interests in Arabic countries because they told him he could no longer operate in those countries.  The UK refused to let him have a visa to come into their country even though he had a court case in Scotland.  Trump's basically Yosomite Sam--friggin' hilarious and all dumbass--and yet, some people hate Clinton so much that they would vote this idiot into office.

What choice do we have?  That's just it.  We actually do.  Governor Gary Johnson running as a Libertarian.  Governor Johnson was a two term Republican governor of a blue (liberal) state.  Much like Reagan was.  He won't invoke the Reagan name, but I will.  He took over a state, New Mexico, that had some financial issues.  Not as much as California did when Reagan became governor there, but nonetheless, like Reagan, Johnson helped resolve the issues at hand.  He understood, and therefore still understands, the need to build bridges and get the job done.  Most important to someone like me is he believes in the Constitution as written, not as twisted in interpretation.

What Gary Johnson stands for in a nutshell:

1.  He's going to sign anything that reduces taxes.  For the average American this is huge.  He
actually is a proponent for consumptive tax--which means you don't get penalized for making more money.  Anyone that has worked overtime knows that the more you make, the less you get.  Johnson opposes this method of taxation.  It's not the ideal plan either, since the less money you have the tax burden would be based on your consumption (buying).  But number 2, could be a huge tax influx for the US economy.

2.  He's for legalized marijuana.  Colorado is the second state in the union to start paying its residents to live there.  A legalized marijuana for the United States could reduce the average American's tax burden by 50%.

3.  He believes that government should have a mandatory requirement for a balanced budget and that we should not be borrowing money to add new and ridiculous pork bellies for the politicians.  The establishment just voting in themselves a raise to their pensions.  Seriously.  This is bullsh*t.  We can't afford our bills as a country then we cannot afford to borrow to pay their pensions and other pork bellies.

4.  He's for environmental prudence.  As we've expanded, we know that some companies and people are greedy as hell.  Trump and the Clintons for example.  They don't care what they leave for our kids and grandkids.  Here's a man who does.

5.  He believes in a strict conservative interpretation of the Constitution--which means:
a.  While he is pro-life himself, Freedom of Religion means it's a mother's private decision.
b.  Gun rights are protected by the Right to Bear Arms.
c.  Our 5th and 6th Amendment rights are not to be trampled on by the NSA, TSA, FBI or other government agencies.

6.  On immigration, he believes in a mix of what the two extremes of the establishment believe.  We need to secure our public safety, but that the number of legal immigrants allowed into this country each year needs to be based on the free market.  It sounds complicated, but it's not.  We don't allow that many people into the US as the establishment right wing would make you think.  We aren't on a free for all of illegals either.  It's a smoke and mirrors thing the establishment uses to keep us off the real issues.  Johnson has their number and he has real interest in resolving the problems.  That's what makes him special.

7.  Johnson backs TERM LIMITS.  Nothing else needs to be said here.  We all want this.

8.  Overseas, terrorism...Governor Johnson believes that we need to move decisively and respond to threats appropriately--not cowering and not a raging blow hard response, but responses designed to secure our country and our Allies.  He believes the end goal is to neutralize the extremist groups.

9.  He opposes mandatory minimum sentences and believes that incarceration in this country needs a solid overhaul.

10.  He believes the "benefits" of Federal mandates in education have been more costly and the benefits have not been worth the cost.  He doesn't believe there is a role for the Federal government in education.

11.  He doesn't believe that the government should have free access to our computers or cell phones.  Again, as a strict Constitutionalist, from his point of view, our 5th and 6th Amendment rights should not be violated.

12.  CREATING JOBS?  He's not a blow hard saying stuff that isn't believable like we'll just stop trade with China (ripe when it comes from someone that actually manufactures everything he sells in China and Mexico).   No, what Johnson believes is that we have one of the largest workforces in the world that is educated to a high school level or higher overall.  If we cut taxes and we encourage free trade, companies will bring their businesses back from overseas and create jobs.  Most companies have left the USA for tax haven countries.  If we are one of these tax friendly countries, then they will be here, employing Americans.

Fine.  You still want the establishment.  Just don't say it wasn't because there wasn't a better alternative or no other choice or just a choice between two evils.  There is a far more reasonable and viable alternative.  One of true leadership.  As Governor Johnson said, "We need to make America sane again."  Amen.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Only without the "squishy" splatty noise....

Trebuchet is the name of this font.  I kind of like the irony of that.  A sling shot style weapon of medieval times.  So it's fitting if this is going to be the third blog in line with this somewhat ridiculous challenge I've just challenged myself with.   Oh, yes, of course, I could blame my friend for even bringing it up.  But she's not going to have the ability to "make" me do anything.  I'm pretty damn ornery when it comes down to it and no one has ever "made" me do anything.  Okay, so I'm trying to remember how this plays out when I do meet anyone '"viable".  Ummm, and that's where I hit the brick wall.  I'm such an oddity of my own right, well, this isn't going to be something that I'll be able to get practice.  Since my divorce went final in 1996, I've met a grand total of 5 possible "viable" guys, dated one for a short period of time, dated one with my typical cycle (although I do think that just happens to be coincidence), and the other 3 I managed to turn into non-starters right off the bat.  That means I meet one an average of every 4 years.  That probably means practice is not going to be the solution.  Normally, I say "damn" with a sh*t eating grin on my face and never worry about it again.  Wash, rinse, repeat. But, I always try to keep my word, and as I've stated in a way older blog about something completely unrelated, keeping your word to yourself is the only way you can keep your word to others.  I was raised to be a person of your word--do as you say and say what you're going to do.

Alright.  I've got to say it.  Damn it.  I cut myself raw open in the first of these blogs, and unfortunately, I don't have the ability to do that here with this, and I don't have any friends that are even going to remotely going to understand what happens.  One of them and I talked about it and I know she didn't understand at all.  She just tried to listen.  But there's a reason that I'm lucky I'm such a unique type of person.  I just don't have to deal with this often enough to worry about it--excepting that stupid promise to myself that I wasn't going to bail on the viable anymore.  Sigh.  Not sure how that's going to work.  

Then again, let's face it.  I still am of the frame of mind what's meant to be will be no matter what you do.  Two of the most screwed up people I know are literally perfect for each other.  One had just got out of a long term relationship and he meets this woman and bam.  He marries her 3 months later and everyone thought it was insane.  It was like a year before I moved back to SC.  They're still together.  So who knows?  I think it just works itself out somehow.  

Probably the guy would have to figure out how it would work with me.  I'm not paying attention most of the time.  When someone says that guy over there is checking you out, I'm always like "uh, who?"  Yea, I notice everything else.  I'm pretty sure that's part of my defense mechanism.  The other night someone said to me "you just need to stop looking".  God this always annoys the hell out of me.  I'm never looking.   Ever.  You don't f***ing know me.  I'm never looking and all my closest friends know this.  I'm completely oblivious.  Sure, I joined a dating site again.  Ugh.  You should see the losers that are online and half of the women on those dating sites must be the biggest whores because even on one that is supposed to be innocuous, I've received some pretty rude emails.  Don't get me wrong I can be pretty crass; I'm a sailor afterall.  But give me a break.  I don't know you and HELL NO my dress is not going to look good on your floor or any floor that you will ever step on.  Ewwww.  Let's face it if I was actually looking for perfect for me, I would not be spending what free time I have riding around on my motorcycle with friends that are mostly couples.  Duh.  Where am I looking?  Nowhere.  The places we go have the same people over and over.  Is there somebody in the biker circle?  I have no idea.  But again, I'm such an oddity.  One every 4 years average.  

Okay.  So wash, rinse, repeat is starting to sound good again.  Sigh.  I know what my closest friends would say. And I made a promise to myself.  No more wash, rinse, repeat.  Cripes.  That's going to be harder than I thought.  It's not like I can take that boulder and just fling it off into the distance with a trebuchet.  If odds are any indication, this is not going to be easy.   I'd make an inappropriate joke at this point, but most of you really don't know me and I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression.  So here goes nothing:  there goes the wash, rinse, repeat cycle--kind of like launching a squash at the World Champion Pumpkin Chunkin.  Only without the "squishy" splatty noise.  

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Put your big girl panties on and do what you know you gotta do....

So, my blog is usually about me.  It's always about me, but I often cover things that help others.  That makes me feel pretty good when that happens.  My last blog was pretty much me cutting myself wide open and laying it out there about something I've dealt with, or ignored, for years.  As a combat arena (not actual combat for clarification) veteran, I can promise you when they tell you PTSD is different for everyone--although there are always some similarities--it is.  Why is it different for each of us?  Because PTSD does something that no other disorder does.  It's not just about what caused the PTSD.  It's also about every single bag of emotional crap that you had before you came in.  The PTSD door is one way, and once you've gone through it, even the most trivial emotional baggage can become overwhelming.  I'll have to admit that I thought about jerking that previous blog down, and then I saw the number of readers.  It must have meant something to get that many readers this time.  It even got shared by someone.  So even though it was a total exposure of my worst problem, it was also meaningful to what someone else might be experiencing.  I couldn't pull it down.

When I walked through that PTSD door and it slammed behind me, I had no idea that I had even walked through it.  PTSD from my understanding then was from actual combat.  My girlfriend that was a hospital corpsman (medic) that was in Kuwait City when it came under seige--she had PTSD.  I just had bad memories.  Her PTSD was totally different than mine, so I couldn't have PTSD.  Hers was different for two reasons--she had a totally different life than me before it and I had a totally different life than her before it.  Almost all PTSD veterans report some amount of fear of abandonment, but not always for the same reasons.  Some may be too afraid of being judged--very common actually.  Some like me, came in with a fear of abandonment.  I was married to a cheating idiot and my mother was gone by the time I was 9.  Being married to that idiot while I was deployed was very, very unhelpful.  If I had a normal relationship, like my girlfriend did, just losing my mother might not have been amplified.  I had long accepted that she was gone.  Probably why, after going through that door, it was now women that I could have more solid bonds.  My mother for all of the faults I like to joke about, like Green Eggs and Ham, was a wonderful woman.  My Grams had been my rock.  The closest relationships I have developed since that door have always been with girlfriends.  I'm reluctant to develop any of my male friends to the point of being "family".  So the fear of abandonment isn't about my mother.  In fact, when I went through counseling, my mother was rarely part of the conversation.  It became a non-starter pretty fast.  But Daddy issues?  I was Daddy's little girl.  I was kind of spoiled rotten.  But ok, maybe a little--Daddy had remarried and it wasn't good on me but I had been 12.  Yet, Daddy and I had started to develop a very tight and solid relationship again while I was in counseling.  It also became a non-starter.  My father and I were like two peas in pod sometimes and I think he liked that I was a lot like my mother.  So, I don't sound like the ideal abandonment case.  My girlfriend actually had a very estranged relationship with her family.  If anyone should have walked through that door with mommy and daddy issues, she would've been a prime candidate.

So where does this fear of abandonment come from?  My friend didn't have it.  She had a solid relationship.  He was there for her before the darkness came and he stood strong beside her though the darkness.  She had no fear of abandonment at all.  I, on the other hand, probably suffer from an abandonment disorder now.  I usually have nothing bad to say about my ex.  It's not his fault, but yes, actually it was.  Don't get me wrong, shit happens.  You're supposed to suck it up like a buttercup and move on.  And I did.  I threw him out the door so fast it made everybody's head spin.  My best friends tried to tell me to slow down, breath, think.  Hell no, I had made up my mind.  He'd been cheating before we even got married.  Out the damn door was the best answer.  Then reject everyone that came through my door after a while.  That became my solution.  Prior to my ex, I was just not interested in getting serious with anyone--I had plans, I had goals, and nothing--let alone someone--was going to get in the middle of that.  With my ex, well, he was one of my best buddies--I'd say friends, but I'm not sure about that anymore.  Our other friends joked that he followed me around like a puppy.  I don't remember it that way.  He gaffed off dates to hang out with the group, but one of our mutual friends back then was quick to point out only if I was going to be around.  I don't remember anyone before that always putting me first.  It actually made me feel special.  I remember that feeling when I look at pictures of us before we were dating.  I also remember my Granddaddy always protecting my Grams.  In social settings, letting her flutter off on her own and then checking on her to make sure she was fine periodically.  And God forbid if anyone messed with her, Granddaddy was 6'5".  Grams was only 5'2".  You messed with Grams and he was going to be there ready to knock you across the room.  That is how my ex made me feel before we started dating, and that's what had won me over.  (Sure we could go into what his issues were--find justifications, excuses and some might even be valid, but those are his problems not mine.)

So, he went from being my great protector to being a horrible, unsupportive, cheating jerk who literally never had my back.  It was pretty bad when one of his friends, a guy who wasn't that fond of me, told me point blank that he didn't deserve me.  He wasn't trying to get with me--he had a solid relationship at the time.  But he had gotten to know me by then, and he just said that there was no way he was going to do right by me.  I found out later that conversation coincided with the first time my ex cheated on me--before we were even married.  Why even marry me?  Well, because I was like his mom and he was like his dad.  The difference is his mom was raised divorce was not an option and I was raised by Granddaddy to show his ass to the door.

So I'm trying now, to focus on the healthy examples that I have, and I've made myself a promise no more "unviables".  No one is perfect, but I never said I was looking for perfection.  I always was looking for just perfect for me.  In our hearts we know what that is when we meet it even it scares the hell out of us.  But no more, well, I don't like this, this is a bad thing, or whatever.  If it's easy to come up with the laundry list of why I shouldn't date him, I shouldn't be dating him.  That's my wash, rinse, repeat cycle starting back up.  No more.  My Granddaddy wasn't perfect, but the things that were right about him--well, everything that was right was always the person he was around me.  My father had a temper from hell (I come by it honest), but my father was educated, smart, hilarious, and a damn good man.  Never judged anyone and treated everyone equal.  That was one of the same qualities he and my Granddaddy had, and probably one of the reasons my mother was smitten.  It's time for me to start being less afraid and a lot more, as a friend put it, smarter than that.  So it might take practice.  Like I said in the previous blog, I can barely hold it together when I meet someone viable.  All those emotions can come flooding back--the flashback of how I felt in Turkey, how I felt on those phone calls, and then the anger when I got home that protected what was left.  It's not easy to control.  But it's time I try and learn to cope with that too.

Friday, June 17, 2016

What's wrong with me? I'm my own worst enemy....

It's been years since I've been honest about how I feel.  I mean, not about my job, my kids, my friends, my life overall.  It's been years that I've been honest about my relationships.  Dating.  Dating sucks.  I hate dating.  I always did.  I was in the military, before that I was actually, yes, believe it or not, a sorority girl.  I've heard every, and I mean every, horrible, good, cute, sucky, bullshit, dumbass, desperate, and then some, pick up line known to man.  My favorite was when a buddy, after a retirement of a Chief we worked for in the Navy was:  "I've got a dozen or so buttons just calling your name."  If you know nothing about the original Navy Crackerjacks, well, look it up.  It's still friggin hilarious when I think about the look on that girl's face.  No, he wasn't hitting on me. I was complicated.  I'm pretty sure I'm still as complicated, if not more, than I ever was then back then.  I had plenty of rules.  They were all geared to protect me.  I went in to the military with baggage and I came back out with more baggage.  Anyone with PTSD just multiplies what they came in with.  It's like starting with two rabbits and having a hundred after only a few months.

My PTSD is my biggest friend...used to be.  It helps me totally freak out every time I meet someone with real potential.  Not that anyone with real potential comes around on a regular basis.  I'm an uber goober geek with a super sarcastic sense of humor.  In example, a friend was trying very poorly this evening to pretend like he was a duck, or chicken, or goose....Everyone watching and I blurt out while everyone thinks I'm paying no attention that he's practicing his "blow job" neck.  The women at the table bust out laughing.  I'm friggin hilarious.  My sense of humor is sailor crossed with super smart ass (before the Navy) crossed with a lot of smarts.  My friends tell me all the time I need to find someone as smart as me.  From experience, I'm not sure what that is.  I mean I know plenty of people as smart or smarter than me.  Ok, no, I really don't.  I'm so geeky the only reason that I'm not shunned by everyone I know is that I'm pretty, I'm dedicated, faithful, honest and always have my friends' backs.  I'm not actually as pretty as I used to be.  Of course, back then I had no idea I was even pretty. Who knew?

Anyway, eventually my life sucked.  My ex was not only not supportive when I got out of the Gulf. He actually made it worse.  I was just desperately trying to make it all work--keep my life normal.  I don't talk about it much.  He was horrible to me while I was deployed to the point my friends overheard what he was saying to me, took the phone from me and hung up, and went to our Senior Chief to contact his command that enough was enough.  My trust factors have never been the same.  Not that they were huge to start with, but whatever they were got worse from my service and even worse with the things he did.  Not a dwell thing.  Just a didn't friggin help thing.

So over the years I've been very blessed to have people that had no idea what I was going through who always had my back, who when someone touched me and I freaked would take my side, who loved me no matter how friggin ridiculous I seemed.  They helped heal me in so many aspects.  Eventually, I started to thrive--work, kids, friends and family.  A lot of that was them and one-on-one counseling with a fabulous psychiatrist.  But I never looked at rejection.  Ever.  I just never cared about it.  I had never been rejected.  I barely was interested in anyone including my ex, let alone worried about rejection.  But my PTSD made me feel alone.  Alone all the time.  At home alone, out with friends sometimes, hanging out with my boys fishing.  I would just be overcome with loneliness.  It especially sucked when the boys were gone for the summer.  When they were home, I could walk into their rooms and just sit with them and listen to them breath and know in my heart I wasn't alone-alone.  But I was alone, and terrifyingly alone in the summers when they were gone.  My motorcycle gave me comfort.  But not much else did.

So I dated.  Sort of.  With the start of an organization to help those of us with PTSD, one of my best friends, called me out.  How am I doing this while my PTSD still cripples me in some cases?  Uh.  No.  It doesn't.  Then she pointed out my "cycle".  A year and a half to two years with someone that I already had an arm's length list of reasons that I should not be dating them.  Then I stay away from dating for a year, Wash, rinse, repeat.  I initially got a little pissy and said she was wrong.  I thrive in spite of my PTSD.  Yes, in every aspect of my life but relationships.  I don't date anyone viable she told me and it was time for me to start only dating guys I would consider long term.  Enough is enough...Yea, I told her I needed to get off the phone rather than argue that she was wrong.  She was wrong.

Of course, that settled into my head and a couple days and...I did mention super uber goober geek...I started to think about what she was saying.  She wasn't actually wrong.  No one makes it passed two years and before I ever start dating them I do have a very, very, very...very, very...long list of why I wouldn't date them.  There was one exception in the middle of all that mess, but eventually he didn't want me.  I'm not sure if it was his fault.  It seemed all good, but an ex-boyfriend--crazy as a friggin loon--kept prodding him.  I'm not sure I can take the blame either.  But it doesn't matter.  He didn't want to deal with it and the way I see it now is if I was that important he would've been there for me.

So then now my friend's observations--excepting that one who dropped me--are pretty much spot on.  Of course, he didn't help.  I lost all my confidence that anyone would want me.  I am so broken.  I made it easier on myself.  Choose ones that would be lucky to have me...that would be easy to lose.  Ideally with a long list of things wrong with them.  This is not actually hard to find.  It's so easy--it's disturbing in its own right.  But my friend is right.  I don't need to be doing that to myself.  It's not that I don't have a type, she pointed out.  It's that I refuse to date "my type".

I refuse to date "my type" because I'm terrified of being rejected and "my type" is so rare I have a better chance of getting hit by a bus.  Not that I haven't met a couple of "my type" but they totally freak me out, even now.  I'm excited and then I'm terrified.  And being terrified doesn't work well with PTSD.  Duh.   What terrifies me?  They won't want me.  The terror is very, very helpful at that point (feel the sarcasm).  I know this, but I rarely, even medicated, can keep it even keel.  It overwhelms me.  I'm afraid.  I become needy, a dipshit, barely functioning.  I need to be protected at that point and that doesn't happen.  Even with those that are not "my type" that I've dated--that vulnerability can become a liability.  The ones that I wouldn't date normally take advantage of it or just completely don't get it and the ones that I would be involved with.  Well, I just haven't put myself in the position to find out what they do.  I freak out and they drop me.  I might not even describe it as freaking out. It's kind of like I know it's right but I.  Well, I don't know.  I don't like to feel needy.  Don't get me wrong.  I need someone to make me feel safe.  I need to feel protected.  When I feel vulnerable, at risk, I'm out.  I'm not waiting to feel protected; I'm running like a scared doe for the deepest recesses of my safe zone.

My safe zone--my friends, my boys, hell, even the dog.  No judgement, no rejection, no risk.  They have proven themselves over and over.  A year of that and then I'm ready to start with the next guy that I wouldn't date normally or ever or whatever.  Depends on the guy but the list is usually long no matter who he is.

Thus why my friend said "no more".  Only I'm pretty sure I can't do "no more".  The guys I would actually date don't want me.  It's not that I don't want them or need them.  I recognize it pretty quickly since it's so friggin rare.  It's just that I'm going to freak the f*** out and be terrified, unprotected and completely un-functional.  Needing someone is scary as hell.  And when I want someone, genuinely, I need them.  I know "my type" and I don't want to be rejected by someone I need.  So I just fall back on the things that work with PTSD.  React big and retreat fast.  I know it's pathetic.  And I'm a survivor that for the most part is thriving.  Just not this aspect of my life.  I'd tell you that I have figured out how to get passed this.  But I barely can stand losing anyone (dying) anymore.  It breaks me for a little while.  And when I'm the most vulnerable is when I'm the least desirable apparently.  Or maybe I just choose that.  Hell, like I said at the beginning of this blog, I don't have this aspect of my life even remotely right.  I'm my own worst enemy.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Hopefully most of my die hard readers will get a kick out of this one....

No, you're not like me and you've probably never met anyone like me.  My personality makes up only 4% of the population in the United States and less than 2% of that 4% are female.  I'll do the math for you:  Only 0.08% of the people in the USA are like me--304.000 women in the USA total.  I think about half of us joined the military.  According to most studies, you meet 75,000 people--not get to know--just come casually across in your lifetime.  So yea, your odds of knowing anyone like me are basically close to zero.  Please stop assuming you KNOW me.  You don't.  But hey, then what's this blog for?  I'm hoping that some people will know from this that some people that love to talk about me like they know me will read this and think--ok, I know they don't have a clue who she is or what she is about.  Plus, some of you should stop beating yourself up like you should be like anyone else.  You should bask in your own "individuality"--what makes you "you" is what makes "you" special.  Yea, but back to me:  

1. I've lived in 9 States. 
2. I've visited more than 20.  I was going to recount but why... More than 20...
3. I've been to 6 countries, not including the USA.  Not impressive. I know people that have been to more than twenty.
4. I could read and write fluently when I was 3.
5. I've read every book written by Charles Dickens before I was 9--including A Tale of Two Cities.  No matter what my parents said, that book sucked.  Totally sucked.  
5A.  One of my 3 favorite books is Green Eggs and Ham.  My mother thought Dr. Seuss was dumbing down children with jibberish.  It was the first book I'd ever seen with pictures.  I was in kindergarten.  Stop thinking your life was like mine.  It wasn't. My mother deprived me of Green Eggs and Ham.  I think that borders on cruelty.  "I will not eat them Sam I Am..."   Hahaha...
6.  I've pretty much read every classic known to man.  Hate most of them.  Gulliver's Travels for example.  Ridiculous.
7.  I technically can speak 3 languages.  I was fluent in them when I was a toddler and in my teens.... Two of which I have to be around people speaking it for at least 2 hours to get back to a toddler/elementary level.  Give me a week and I'll be around a high school level.  English, well American English, is one of the 3.  Duh.  My mother and grandmother taught English.  You think school sucked?  How would you like to have to learn the whole dictionary for most of the first 5 years of your life?  Annoying.  I'm telling you.
8.  I can count to ten in 5 languages.  Completely useless.  Well, until I needed beer in France.  So 2 have been completely useless to date.
9.  I've read the Constitution 6x+.  In high school, I realized my Government teacher hadn't read the Constitution, just the bits and pieces she thought she was going to be teaching.  I called bullshit, and I didn't get in trouble.  She went it read it like she should've in the first place.
10.  I've read newspapers from before Roosevelt died and from before JFK died.  Neither were popular Presidents while they were alive.  Roosevelt had accumulated too much power and JFK had the Bay of Pigs.  Day after they died, beloved.  Just an example of how we Americans think I guess.
11.  Yes, I've read the Federalist Papers, and Thomas Paine and Ben Franklin amongst others.. It's been decades.  But every writer has a nuisance and I'll likely realize you're misquoting faster than I can actually call bullshit.
12.  If you haven't read the Bible, just bits and pieces, I'll likely catch it.  And yes if you act all holier than thou, I'll likely call you on it.  My one aunt was a Sunday school teacher...just because my parents were atheists doesn't mean the rest of the family was.  I got it crammed down my throat more than you did.
13. I have rebuilt engines and used to love to tinker.  Not anymore. I've got better things to do than hang out in a garage all day....okay, I think I have better things to do.  If you like to be in a garage all day, more power to you.  Stop acting like giving up a hobby is that hard.  Let's put it this way--ride my motorcycle or tinker?  Babyboy is gassed and ready.  See ya.  
14. My parents were true atheists.  To their dismay, at 7 I decided there had to be some higher power that I chose to call whatever that higher power is God.  I believe religion is a choice.  God chooses the path for each of us.  I wish people would stop trying to guess why God chose something different for someone else.  Just have faith in what you believe.  Live and let live and stop judging everyone.  I remember multiple examples from the Bible of judge not.  And all religions have similar examples.  Live and let live.  Not your circus and I'm betting you've got enough of your own 3 ring circus without worrying about anyone else's circus.
15.  I'm realistic.  You're never changing anyone and here's a newsflash:  They are never changing for you.  Men don't change; women don't change.  Anyone will try to be what you want them to be for a bit--assuming that they think that is what they have to do.  I'm not changing.  I don't care.  Like me the way I am or not, but no I'm not even going to try to change to make you happy.  I don't pretend or put on pretenses and even though I may seem like an open book to you, I have more pages than Vanity Fair (the novel by Thackeray--I know some of you didn't even know it is a book).  It's 1600+ pages depending upon the print copy you're reading, so I'm a long read and you probably don't have the time.  That's fine, but don't read one chapter, let alone only the cover, and think you know me.  I don't minimize you down to a one page flyer--stop doing it to me.  
16.  My family debated about everything and we did it correctly.  Sometimes you got screwed and had to debate for something you were totally against.  So yes, I can see your point of view just fine.  What annoys the hell out of me is that you can't see anyone else's point of view.  
16A.  I was in the friggin military--and hung around squid and jarheads that had nothing to do most of the damn time but hurry up and wait...and wait and wait and wait.  If I thought my family could debate, just thank God I'm the only one from my generation of my family that went into the military.  It wasn't just debate--it was a great lesson at bullshit.  Years of practice in the military makes it even easier to pick out if someone is BS'n me.  
17.  I'm a big softy.  I cry at sad movies--thus why I never go watch that stuff at the movies.  I spend movie money on action flicks and cry in the safety of my own home--although I've been known to cry when I'm mad as a hornet, when I think about friends that are gone or maybe even when my PTSD kicks in.  Hell, for all I know it might be something to do with menopause.  I could only hope.  I'm really sick of having a period.  
18.  I'll help anyone--even those that I cannot stand.  I'm a human being.  That's how I decide if you are.  If you're only helping people that you like or only for your own benefit--well, from my point of view you might not be as awesome as you think you are.
19.  I can curtsy--all the way down to the floor like proper etiquette would require in front of the Queen of England.  No, never met her and really wouldn't see any occasion that I ever would, but my Grams was old school and I learned to do this with a full size dictionary on my head. Hell, I learned to walk with a book on my head.  Posture and all lady-like.  
19A.  Yes, I even taught my boys to open doors for ladies and stand up when they leave or come to the table...and pull out the chair.  Old fashioned manners doesn't mean you have to be a male chauvinist pig.  In fact, mos MCPs I've met usually haven't got much on the manners side.  
20.  We can "blame" my Granddaddy for me being willing to talk to a man on equal footing.  I don't consider myself less than any man.  Ever.  God gave women the ability to give birth--life.  So he felt so bad about that he gave us periods to make it up to the guys.  I'm telling you guys that is one thing I would never have traded to be a guy--there's a lot of other things too.  But yes.  Just wow.  Any woman that has had a child should get it. I think he gypped you guys.  But other than that--we are equal.  Quit telling yourselves that we aren't.  
21.  I used to think I was the "odd duck" (refer to the opening paragraph).  Less than 0.08% of the population after all.  Whatever.  Remember the ugly duckling turned into a swan.  My mother read it to me when I was really little--I've always wondered if the copy she read me actually had pictures because when my boys were little I never found a single copy that had no pictures.  But the ducks all laughed at the swan.  But the swan is a regal and tough bird.  Not that I'm a swan.  My spirit animal is a hawk.  
22.  Hawks are loyal and faithful creatures and somewhat loners.  All that shaman native American stuff.  Got interested in it for a while.  I have a white aura.  Bright white light aura.  Okay, if you believe in that stuff.  But every shaman or someone that carries the gift has told me the same thing.  They've always told me how super rare that is.  I don't know.  Guess that all fits that whole most people don't have a clue who I am.  
23.  Of course, a white aura is supposed to be super balanced.  Maybe, maybe most of the time.  I try to be.   I sometimes wonder if they change color or get brighter or lighter at times...next time I meet a true shaman with the "gift" I've got to remember to ask.  
24.  Nope, I don't know everything.  I don't even care to know everything.  It's bad enough that I know so much superfluous stuff combined with PTSD which actually improves your cognitive access to memory.  Nice.  I'm a walking encyclopedia.  I'm just thankful that there are some things that I don't actually have any interest in.  I've got enough information floating around already without adding stuff I don't have any interest in whatsoever.  
25.  I have zero and I mean zero interest in several things.  I could care less about basketball--I only know stuff about it because Daddy loved basketball.  I don't care one iota about baseball--only know anything about it because it was one of the many sports my oldest son was good at.  Other things I could care less about--hmmm, see now this is a hard list for me to tell you--not because I have interest in everything, but because if I don't care about it, I don't think about it at all.  If you start talking about one of these subjects to me, I'll tell you so if you push me to be part of the conversation.  I'm also likely to tell you I have zero interest and know nothing about it.  This is usually where some snide comment gets made.  Yea, just be thankful that I'm not judging you on what you know that I don't.  I'm glad your interested in something.  It's better than not using that gift called a brain God gave you.  You use it for what you're interested in and I'll use mine for what I'm interested in.  Easy peasy.  
26.  Music is the sign of intellect.  Seriously.  If you like only one type or two, well, that's great for you.  But the larger the mind, the more music that appeals to you.  Just fact.  Willie Nelson did a song with Snoop Dogg.  If Willie Nelson was as closed minded as some of the people that like his music, likewise if Snoop Dogg was a closed minded as some of the people that like his music, well, guess what?  No one would know either of their names--let alone the two collaborating.  Wish some people would expand like Willie Nelson and Snoop Dogg, but I'm done trying to figure out whether that's DNA or societal limitations that limit people.  "All we are is all we know."  Some people are content just knowing a little bit..  
27.  Nothing wrong with only knowing a little bit, but quit judging me because I want to know about a lot of things.  There are actually some things that I'm not good at, even with interest.  I love flowers for example.  I've tried to learn to cultivate plants.  They hate me.  Seriously.  Only certain plants like me and they're always Asian or thorny.  Roses love me.  Asiatic lilies love me.  Bamboo, money trees, rubber tree plants.  Every other plant just prays when they see me in the plant section of Home Depot that I don't pick them out.  Ever seen a plant turn its leaves?  Yep all like they are hiding.  Sure, I might be exaggerating, but I might not be.  Yes, friends have loaned me books, tried to give me advise, even gone so far as to help me with growing plants.  Forget it.  I might know a lot of stuff, but there are just some things I'm not good at.  And I'm fine with that.  If you're not as good at something as someone else, big whoopee.  Accept it and move on.
28.  Oh stop talking about change.  If you really wanted to change the world, you'd stop talking about it and actually do something--and you sure as hell wouldn't have set us all up to vote for the Clintons or Trump.  They are not change.  They are both the epitome of what is wrong and unfair in this country, and they have no intention of screwing themselves to fix what makes them rich and screws the rest of us.  You may say you want change, but you aren't actually making the change.  You want change, you have to go in a new direction--not the same.   The fact is that I would like to see change, but like you, I'm not interested enough to run for office.  My extent of change in that arena is going to be voting for the Libertarians.  
29.  Oh right, on that change.  I am very passionate about changing one thing.  That's all most people have in them to change.  Some small--some big.  I have one passion that I do want to change.  I don't want to keep losing 22 of my brothers and sisters a day to suicide.  It literally breaks my heart every time.  Down to the core.  I'm going to try my damnedest to make a dent.
30.  I've met a lot of people that have no passion about anything.  I feel sorry for you.  I'm sure you think it's a great way to live.  I'm too emotional, I'm too controversial, I'm too energetic, or I'm just too much.  Yes, I've heard it all.  I really don't care that you don't have as much energy or feeling.  I actually feel sorry for those that haven't got that inner fire that I do.  I don't know what it would be like to be mellowed out.  Mellow might work for you, but it's never helped me even to try.  It's not who I was meant to be.  I live my life to the fullest and with direction and conviction, loyalty and strong bonds that distance and time do not break.  I cannot imagine what it would be like to live my life any other way, and honestly, I wouldn't want to live my life inside the bubble it has been suggested to live in.  It's not that I haven't tried.  It's that it didn't work anyway.  It's not who I am and I'm not going to be miserable to make anyone else happy.  And neither should anyone else.  

Like I said at the beginning of this blog, be yourself and quit worrying about what I am.  I'm flattered you've got nothing better to do than try to put me down to people that don't know me in hopes of making me miserable.  But those people that would listen to your crap aren't even the type of people I want in my life.  Thanks for the favor.  You eliminated me from their lives and save me the time of weeding them out.  Just be your damn self, mind your own business, and be who you are instead of worrying about who you think I am.  If who you are is someone who can't be yourself, can't mind your own business and are such a busy body you have to worry more about sabotaging my life, well, that's just pathetic and I haven't got any advice for you.  I think you're probably an idiot.