Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Counting my blessings and a PSA

So, let's be honest. Today has sucked. Truck's in the shop, and we're already at $2k and they're not done. I'm going to spend more repairing it than what's worth. The kitty's not eating as much today, and to top it off, the plumbing backed up. Just not a fun day.

BUT, I'm trying not to focus on that. Truth is, I'm still fairly fortunate. Yes, the truck needs repaired, and it's going to be expensive as hell. I'm lucky to have a pretty good job, and smart enough to prepare for shit like this, so it's unlikely that I'm going to have to skip any meals in order to get it fixed. In reality, it's an inconvenience for me, where it might be a crisis for someone else.

There are a lot of things that, when taken from that view, I should be more positive about. While it is true that my family has all left me here while they moved to some place warm, at least I have a family. No, I don't get to see them daily, but I can call my dad whenever I'd like. He may not answer, but the option is there.

Yes, it's pretty much just me and my sick cat here. That's been my choice, however. Truthfully, it's not as though I don't have other options. I've chosen not to accept them, for one reason or another. Same with the dating...it isn't as though I never go out, and I do have options. I know this. I'm not hideously deformed, nor am I an insufferable asshole. One of those I count as lucky, the other is just a result of a decent upbringing and a decision on my part.

Anyway...counting the blessings instead of bemoaning how horrible the day was. Or trying to, at least.

This should probably be a post to itself, but since I brought up 'insufferable assholes', this came to mind. It's a discussion I've had many times, and even though I'm getting old, I STILL don't get it. I can't keep track of how many women I know (or knew) that stay with some piece of shit husband/boyfriend to their own detriment. I just don't get it. I've heard all the reasons...'he doesn't *usually* act that way with me', 'I thought I could change him', 'but he really loves me', 'he's just going through a rough time.' I guess I shouldn't complain...my move used to be 'see that piece of shit your with? I'm better, come along with me.' It worked more often than you'd think...it's how I got my (ex-)wife.

In her situation, she was living with a guy who didn't have a job. She paid most of the bills, drove him around since he didn't have a car, and took his shit for a long time. She's a smart woman...I have no idea what she saw in him. To hear her tell it, his situation was supposed to be temporary. But the dude had already been married and left his wife with the kids. Why on God's earth did she think he would change? Luckily for both of us, I came along, she saw the error of her ways, and we had 15 years together, at least most of which were pretty damn good.

I have other friends...one got knocked up by an alcoholic piece of crap, only for him to leave her with three young kids. One married a guy who was known for fighting, and was surprised when he hit her. One is with a guy who had already been divorced twice before with two other kids, and she was shocked when he left her when she got pregnant.

Ladies, there ARE decent guys out there. They may not be the best looking, or have the most money, or be a champion in the bedroom. But they won't hit you, they won't leave you with a pile of bills, and they won't drop you and their kids as soon as they decide they want a different piece of ass. No guy is perfect (and neither is any woman), but if you guys would stop dating the assholes, we might have fewer of them around. I realize that 'dangerous is sexy' and all that, but is that worth ruining your lives over? One of those mysteries I'll probably never understand, I guess.

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