Everyday, not just your birthday
I've got a friend.
He's only a friend because at this point in your 50's, we're all so jaded we walk around afraid of getting let down again... besides now we're socially distancing.
Yesterday was his birthday. And he had a tough day. He didn't invite me over, really it is Quarantine, and I think my feelings for him put him off because it's scary. (Oh I'm scary, I realize. I want the real thing or nothing at all. )
But here's my thoughts. If you're living your life like an island all year long, and you push everyone away, and having to be there for them is too much so you hide - you can't have an expectation that people will come out of the woodwork to wish you happy birthday, when you've gotten angry and pushed them all away.
Just sayin'. They're not all fucked up anxious attachment types you've activated, like me, who is trying to show my caring over the last week, even when you bailed on my birthday an hour before going to dinner with us.
So there. I say what I want to say to the universe, and get it out, and don't need to say it to you directly. Because that's safer, and well:
is it true, is it helpful, and is it kind? No,
so I'll blog it.
But love is a two way street. You gotta love out of your own personal comfort zone.
I know you have it in you.
He's only a friend because at this point in your 50's, we're all so jaded we walk around afraid of getting let down again... besides now we're socially distancing.
Yesterday was his birthday. And he had a tough day. He didn't invite me over, really it is Quarantine, and I think my feelings for him put him off because it's scary. (Oh I'm scary, I realize. I want the real thing or nothing at all. )
But here's my thoughts. If you're living your life like an island all year long, and you push everyone away, and having to be there for them is too much so you hide - you can't have an expectation that people will come out of the woodwork to wish you happy birthday, when you've gotten angry and pushed them all away.
Just sayin'. They're not all fucked up anxious attachment types you've activated, like me, who is trying to show my caring over the last week, even when you bailed on my birthday an hour before going to dinner with us.
So there. I say what I want to say to the universe, and get it out, and don't need to say it to you directly. Because that's safer, and well:
is it true, is it helpful, and is it kind? No,
so I'll blog it.
But love is a two way street. You gotta love out of your own personal comfort zone.
I know you have it in you.
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