For many years, one of my
rules for dating me has been: I do not date anyone crazier than I am. Note that I am known for singing in public and juggling fruit in the grocery store, so by "crazy" I do not mean "weird"; I mean "mentally unstable in ways that make it difficult for you to conduct your day-to-day life". Broken is okay. Demolished is not
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(which could be worded better, but I could spend hours on that, being me with my particular flaws...)
*(I think sometimes when people are alive one of the coping mechanisms for "someone I care about behaved in a not so great way that I didn't feel like I could speak to them about at the time" is the thought that perhaps sometime in the future there will be a time when it will be resolved with them in some positive fashion. Even if this is unlikely in a good many cases it still helps to be able to think it. and when they're gone, that possible way of dealing with the emotions it caused is cut off.)
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When we moved from Los Angeles to Texas one of the side effects was that we were not longer the most healthy/well-paid/competent people in a circle of friends (overlapping SCA household and pagan circle). Removing the stress of always having to help someone out was good for our mental (and financial) health. It was astonishing how fast the group broke up without us there to carry the burden.
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This resonates so much.
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