Talk about a LONG absence from writing. I really need to get myself more organized and actually WRITE things down instead of just thinking them and bottling them up inside. Oh, so as you know, my daughters dance. They really enjoy it. The older darling is going on her third season…my how time flies! Darling #2 gave ballet a go last fall, and after two classes and spending most of those two hours in the arms of a very patient and loving dance teacher, decided that, “It’s not for her,” and she’ll try again next year. So here we are at next year and she’s doing great! Dancing Queen #1 (DQ1) is still loving all that jazz. She did an awesome job at her competitions over the summer and had a grand time making memories with friends. I wish I could say the summer camp season went smoothly, too. But alas, not everything can come easy.
Enter: the dance moms. Probably not meaning to be so, well, mean, there is always a group of women no matter where you go that feel the need to take over. Sometimes they disguise themselves as your friends, sometimes, they have the decency to not even pretend to be your friend from the start and avoid hurt feelings altogether. I’m a pretty sensitive person when it comes to my friends, as in, I’d do anything I could to help them, take care of them and their children, you know, general human nature. Well, I’ve come to learn that not all people are like that. I’ve fought it for a long time, but these types of people keep on finding their way onto my radar. So after some rather annoying and hurtful back-and-forth verbal exchanges, I’ve come to realize a few things.
ONE: Not everyone will like me, even if I like them. Forget the ones I don’t need in my life. I will always be respectful, but I don’t need to be best friends with everyone on this planet. However, when I care about someone, and then all of a sudden, for their own reasons, those someones decide that I’m not a friend they’d like to have, I take offense. Could you imagine? I think sometimes, and I know this is immature and crazy, my problem with being “dumped” is the notion that, “Why WOULDN’T someone want to have me to share moments in life with?” But, that’s not something I can control. I always tell the girls that we can’t tell others what to do or how to behave. We can only control our reactions to people actions. But it is HARD sometimes!! I’ll keep working on that one.
TWO: People who constantly say they are straightforward and honest are anything but! People who start their sentence with, “To tell you the truth, ” or “To be honest with you,” probably aren’t doing either of those things. Sad, right? This summer, and lucky for me, the drama has spilled into the fall, I learned that people WANT to be a certain way, but have a hard time actually following through. When confronted with the truth or perceptions of the truth, those same people who were touting the, “I’m blunt and in your face” mentality are suddenly at a loss. They can dish it, but they can’t take it. It’s been interesting to watch as things unfold. Sad, at the same time, but interesting nonetheless.
And finally, THREE: Despite the hurt, the confusion, and the utter lack of maturity from others, I can’t harden my heart to the world because of other people’s actions. I am who I am. And if someone doesn’t like me, appreciate me, or want to be around me, all I ask is for mutual respect, cordial manners, kindness to my children, and for them to stay the hell out of my way. Because in my life, there are people who I would do anything for and who would do anything for me. And if you don’t want that type of friendship…bye bye. Rant over.