When I first started this online journal, I prided myself on being able to relay all of the different facets of my life out here. That meant that I often I would delve into the personal aspects as well. The main reason for that was so friends and family that I don't see often could still stay in touch with what is going on with me and mine. Yet I always knew where to draw the line. Usually.
It just so happens that I found most of my best writing comes from when I have experienced some type of drama. The reason is pretty obvious: my writing is how I relieve my stress. I may not always handle conflict the best at the moment, but once it has passed, I find that my scribing talents become somewhat enhanced. Maybe that's some strange mutant power that I have.
This week has been no different on both accounts. Something personal occurred that I feel like sharing and there was drama that inspired me to start journaling. That could also be the reason why it's 2am and I can't sleep. My fingers were anxiously waiting to get back to the keyboard to share yet another event that led to a life-changing course.
No matter what certain people may say, I am confident that things started getting progressively worse when a certain Leech was inserted into the equation. A certain Virus. A certain Cancer. A certain, excuse my vernacular for a second, self-proclaimed bitch. As much as I hate that word, it was a term the individual used herself, and unfortunately, it just so happens to fit.
You see, there are some individuals who have such low self-esteem that they only way they can feel good about themselves is to bring others down. They are not smart enough to carry an intelligent conversation so they find talking about others is a viable substitute. You can try everything you can to counteract this by blocking out the negativity, but it does little good. Especially when their own family members feed into the negativity as well as fueling it. They encourage the behavior. They relish it. They enjoy reveling in it.
It's difficult to overcome that type of obstacle. The main reason being that I was always raised with a different set of morals. One of which was that if you don't have anything good to say to someone, don't say anything at all. So when a Leech decides to spout off at the mouth about things she knows little about, I don't take the bait. There's no sense in arguing with the uneducated when their only purpose is to bring you down to their level.
What immediately comes to mind is the age-old adage of the throwing stones from a glass house. It just continues to crack me up that someone who can't take care of themselves wants to judge others. That someone who can't formulate simple sentences without interjecting profanity feels it necessary to call someone else stupid. That someone who smokes and drinks regularly (with the exception of a recent planned single-parent pregnancy) wants to talk about other people's bad habits.
Something else the folks taught me that comes to mind is keeping family business in the family. That means IMMEDIATE family. When a couple is having issues, there is no reason for the anyone outside that couple to get involved. Of course I'm not talking about something as obvious as physical abuse as that is an entirely different story. I'm talking about simple disagreements. Once one member of the couple decides it's okay to get other family and even friends involved, they have immediately doomed the relationship.
I guess I really didn't provide too much specific information, but that's still okay. You are able to get the gist of what brought things to where they are now. It gives enough insight for you to explain why my status has changed once again. Maybe not legal yet on paper, but official enough to for me to consider it a done deal. The best thing about the whole situation is those same "family" members will no longer be thorns in my side and/or problems that I have to deal with.
As far as I'm concerned, it's all for the better. It makes me appreciate even more the little things like having such a great family that I have known all my life. I have an even better understanding now of what real family values are and the values that a dysfunctional family bestows on their children. I could say it was 7 years that I'll never get back, but that would be too much like Leech negativity. Instead, I will admit that it was 7 years that taught me a valuable lesson.