Strong Enough.
After all the years of living with shit happening around me, the past few years got so much easier. Learning how to deal with people’s lies, and bull shit helped me more than I imagined it would.
Now when I look at people, I feel compassion and sympathy, no matter their situation. I feel strong enough, to handle anything that is thrown at me. It was something I could not do for a long time. I still have some issues, because I try and keep people at a distance. I keep many people at a distance, but they feel we are closer than blood. Unfortunately we aren’t.
But really, can you blame me for that? No. It’s a natural part of being human and having flaws.
Okay, to some people, my drinking habits, and smoking habits are vices. To some, they don’t like that I don’t go to the gym, or eat super healthy, and some don’t like that I choose to be sexually active. Well, My vices to myself are that I can either be completely full of love for a person, or I can give two shits less than I already do. Yep, I’m kind of an ass hole, I’m a prick. I’ve been informed several times today that I am a dick, and an ass hole, so that makes me a gay man’s dream land right??? Wrong, I’m still a regular guy who has flaws, vices, and has opportunities to grow every day I live.
Do I grow every day? Yes. Little by little I step up a little more and become a better person…
But DAYUM!!!!! Would people stop expecting me to grow 5X every damn day?!?!
Sure, I grow, and I learn more about myself and my heart every day, but seriously, quit expecting me to be fucking Ghandi by morning. It’s never going to happen. Even as a compassionate man, I still feel pain and I still feel anger.
This morning… (really this afternoon about 3-4pm) When I decided to shower, I seriously spent about 15 minutes in the shower, with the cold water on, crying. It’s not something I’m going to really explain here, but I am strong enough to say that I can be weak. On the outside, I’m a tough bitchy cunt who doesn’t give a shit about what people do to hurt me. On the Inside…. I am soft, caring, and full of love for others. So when that part gets injured, I’m no bitch about admitting I have pain.
Lets see how long I can keep that up before just becoming a big softy huh? Either that or I become a heartless bitch. Who knows? I do, because there’s one thing I’m sure about.
Like my favorite Super Hero: Wonder Woman.
I am Strong Enough.