Heavens to Blog! An angry Miss S here, today I'm going to be discussing things that get my goat, sit it down in front of a large television and make it watch The View - now that's a pissed off goat!
On the agenda today - What if God was one of us?
I was recently advised to forgive the ex that (I wrote a creative email response to in my last blog) and everyone that has hurt me - by someone who has little to no idea just how badly this particular ex has treated me. Now, this is all well and good, a bit altruistic if not completely presumptuous, but now all I want to know is; where do people get off... of their high horse!? I mean, I know that there is advice to be dispensed and at times we really need it. But how does one combat someone who has not taken your advice, which was to stop advising you BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT FUCKING INTERESTED!? From what I've come to learn in my few years on this earth there is no one, not a single person who has been hurt romantically can honestly say that they haven't wanted to write a note telling the person of their romantic life's torment EXACTLY how they feel about them. Its only human! Childish, immature and completely normal! Anyway away from me attempting to justify my childish behaviour. I guess the real question here should be:
Should we forgive everyone that hurts us?
In an idealistic world - yes. Yes, it would be lovely to be able to forgive everyone that has hurt us but sadly this is not an idealistic world, this is the real world. In the real world it is oh so harsh but true that we can only give people so many chances before we have to decide whether they are no longer worth the time, energy and effort that we put into them. I in a seemingly inhuman way like to treat my relationships like I would employees in a business, the business that is my life. If one of my staff (friends) is hindering the business's (my life's) progress I do exactly what a business owner would do, I fire them and hire new staff (choose to move on and find friends that are good for my life). What do you do if an employee refuses to vacate (a friend doesn't get the message)? Politely ask again and then get the law involved (no need for translation, this is like the word brunette, it means the same in French as English).
I have politely asked the afore mentioned ex several times to leave me be... he's obviously deaf and illiterate. However there is no point in this instance to get the law involved. Its not annoying or dangerous enough to waste tax payer dollars on him. So instead I like to write humorous hypothetical emails telling him he's a prick to help me cope with the pain I'm reminded of by these unwanted emails. Less business like but gosh darn funny I tells ya!
My point in all this whining!? I guess was to try and impart my not so lordly advice to readers that being a little unforgiving is normal - don't feel bad, it doesn't make you a mean or unkind person (it does take you out of the realm of saintly) all it does is make you human. Its fundamentally human - self preservation is the strongest instinct we have, don't fight it, you don't always have to be a martyr. Especially when it comes to your emotions.
In other slightly less pissed off news,
Sometimes I get flash backs to my rather strange and eventful childhood... I think they explain a lot about the now grown socially awkward Melbourne mistress who is Miss S.
These flash backs include:
Memories of bunnies gone by.
Bunnies are AWESOME! I have been obsessed with the wonder that is the rabbit since I was a young girl. My first pets were two rabbits called Lucy - who was named after the Hanson song of the same name and Mitzy - who was named after Silver Screen goddess Mitzy Gaynor who was star of such musical motion pictures as South Pacific. Yeah, varied names from an eight year old for her bunnies, no Flopsy or Cottontail for me, but I've never claimed to be anything less than varied. Anyway, these rabbits were my first pets and I loved them very much. I would sit in our back garden in Port Lincoln, country South Australia and tell them about my dreams and sing them showtunes, they were my best friends. Sadly one day the next door neighbour's two large fierce Doberman hounds escaped and managed to find their way into our back garden, turn over my rabbit's hutch and rip my best friends to pieces. - This is yes a sad sight to come home to when you're a small girl... but to add to my obvious distress my father at the time was running for mayor of our city. I came home to find the local paper's photographer standing over the remnants of my beloved pets. I was then asked to pose with the bloody rabbit hutch. There were several pictures of me red faced crying my eyes out published in the local paper. I can tell you that if I had been old enough, I would have voted for the other guy.
This is the reason I love bunnies, fear large dogs and hate politics.
I think I have incoherently babbled quite enough for today.
Tomorrow I promise to write about sex and intrigue... which gives me something to research tonight... nudge nudge wink wink. :P
Happy Australia Day.
xx Miss S
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Excellent blog Miss S. I agree wholeheartedly about your first part. As Christian I'm supposed to turn the other cheek, forgive and move on. In most instances I actually manage to do it, but in one instance I can't and won't. Even before that I would never lecture anyone on relationships as I'm far from an expert on the matter.
ReplyDeleteI struggle to forgive people as well - mostly because there aren't really that many people who've done me wrong; ergo, what little resentment I have isn't spread very thin.
ReplyDeleteBut I don't let my inability to forgive to affect me that much. Yes, I'm still enjoying the visuals of seeing them having fallen down a flight of stairs, or having been run over by a runaway stagecoach, or having to see a doctor to be treated for syphilis - but beyond that it's not really that big of a deal.
It might be different if I were in your shoes, though. I don't have to put up with repeated frustration because, for the most part, the people who have wronged me seem stay out of my way.
I read your back-and-forth with Dave and I think you should feel lucky to have such a good friend. His comments come across as extremely wise. They've certainly made me think about forgiveness in my own life.
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