Bad Eggs

It seems that there was quite a response to the idea that love may be a many splintered thang. From those brave enough to respond, I am gathering that this whole notion of sexes having a tendency to act one stereotypical way or the other when it comes to relationships is a myth promulgated by a self-help relationships industry thriving on us as we strive to better our lives . Realistically speaking, bastards and bitches come from the same kennel, they are only separate by a matter of degrees.

When it all boils down to it, aren't we talking about ceding to another power over your life and once you realize what happened, spending a good part of whats left trying to wrestle it back. Instead of enjoying her life and appreciating herself for who she is and what she has accomplished, one of the comment talks about being minute woman of love and making herself readily available for when the quarterly clarion call arrived. We have all cancelled or didn't make plans with true friends in anticipation of that one date where someone made promises to call by Six. By the end of the evening, we only to end up with self doubt, over-analyzing why we are so unworthy and turn to a medieval variation of mental self-flagellation whose physical manifestation is the chomping of a bag of Cheetos, which in turn leads to trying to figure out what gives with the orange smudged pillow in the morning.

So, why are we so willing to hand over those reins that the universe placed in our hands only? Is it this fear that we all have of being and dying alone. Even those who loudly announce to any captive audience that marriage or relationships are not for them. Aren't they really just trying to convince themselves! At least in my life, the reins were never in my hands, even as a kid. Allowing another to make all decisions takes the pressure off some of us, but it also takes an important part of our being, the freedom to choose. In my experience, this has been true in the full gamut of relationships with others, irregardless of their sex.

So when we talk about rushing off to meet Mr. or Ms. Wonderful because they have decided to grace us with the presence, think twice. Is being involved on a limited basis with this person worth the torture that you will put yourself through or all the months he does not call? Aren't you worthy of a person who is considerate of you because they relish the moments you share. The inner voice has always told you what road to take, but if you are like me we have in the past ignored it, brushing off sage advice handed own through the generations. I have always know in my heart that some people, even women I married, were male or female Veruca Salts willing to suck all out of you to keep their egos happy. Yet, I played my role because I did not deserve better.

Well, frankly, maybe it is time for us to just stop, and hit the bad egg button on some people in our life. You can love them for who they are and what they have brought into your life. Hating them does not do anything but use up energy that could be funneled into more useful endeavors. The realization that only you can cede your life to another should bring about the revelation that you can stop it now.

So, the next time you get that quarterly call, not relinquishing your right to happiness will go a long way in putting you back on the path the universe has meant for you,

So Sez Sax...