Most of us believe in Karma. I believe in it without prejudice and so hope that any actions I put out there are done in the spirit of bringing the good of her my way.
I recently heard from the best friend of someone who I thought was, a few months back, somewhat important to me (not important in the earth shattering way, but important enough to enjoy the moment). Unfortunately, he decided that it would be acceptable – nay, necessary – to treat me in a manner not befitting the treatment of any person. What that means is that he was a complete sh*t who did something that really hurt my ego. At the time, I would have told you that my feelings were hurt, but the reality of it was that it was my ego that took the hit.
I should’ve known something was amiss when after the lie was told, I couldn’t cry. And let me tell you, just as I Am Canadian, I Too Am A Weeper.
It was the first time something like this had happened; heavily unusual because I’d never dealt with that severity of immaturity and disrespect and because I try to make certain that my ego does not rely on how others perceive me but rather, on how I perceive myself, how well I treat others, and what I’ve achieved by way of my own hard work.
To put it bluntly, he didn’t have the capacity to Man Up about something and so instead chose to tell me something deeply hurtful in an effort to place distance between him and I. Nine days later, I discovered it was a lie and the reflection of it on his character was so immense that Trish – who never says a peep – responded with “That’s not rad. In fact, that’s so not rad it’s shameful”.
He was pathetic and a coward – and if there’s one thing any man needs to know about someone like me it’s that I don’t particularly like the company of a chicken sh*t. If there is even a hint of cowardice, then he’s just not for me. Needless to say, both he and the situation became a joke between The Girls and I and he is now and forever referred to as The Pink Lady. (This potential to become a ‘joke’ is the chance one takes when behaving in such an incomprehensible manner. Consider yourself warned, both men and women.)
Fast forward and find your BlogMistress facing the following conversation with his best friend:
“…bla bla bla, you’re making him out to be such a bad person when he’s not. He’s my best friend and I know him bla bla bla and he regrets bla bla bla and wants to try bla bla bla and I know it’s been months but he can’t stop thinking about you and I bla bla bla…stop making him out to be such a bad guy, it’s not fair.”
The long and short of it is, he wants a second chance because I’m a Ferris Wheel and you can take me out for an unlimited amount of spins.
You may have already guessed this if you live here and pay attention to my stupid entries: I’m not a big ‘second chancer’, even though I am a big ‘forgiver’. I am this way for one simple reason: No one who wanted a second chance originally ever meant enough to warrant it. Of note are two men to whom I would afford a ‘second chance’ but only because it would technically be a ‘first chance’. Although that may read as code, they would understand it without problem.
Back to this boy. After hearing out his best friend, I said something which I’d not thought about or planned or fantasized about or ever considered because after the above mentioned nine days, life had returned to normal and I quite literally never wasted another moment thinking of him. He was a stranger before I met and dated him, and he returned to that category relatively easily.
Although the hurt was felt by my ego, what I said came from my head and was said with the utmost calm because it remains to me the equivalent of saying “my eyes are hazel”. It wasn’t meant to be vindictive or hurtful, but rather the truth of where my head was at post nine days of lie, and where it remains today. I said:
“It’s not that he’s that bad of a guy because I’m sure he’s capable of being lovely…
it’s that he’s just not good enough for me.”
…and although I’m neither the vindictive sort nor the sort to ever ever ever enjoy the potential hurt of another, I couldn’t help but smile a little when a few steps after closing my mobile, it dawned on me the sentiment of my sentence.
& with that, I’ll say that I hope you too understand your worth and value and never stray from your incredible potential, be it alone or with another.
9 Comments:
1 said…
In the end it was about respect. He didn’t respect you then and sure as shootin’ doesn’t respect you (or your intelligence) now.
Mo
Fri Dec 15, 01:19:00 AM
Chester said…
I don’t know anything about the backstory, and I do believe in extending second chances. But it only makes sense to excise a mark from the negative column if there’s fundamentally a lot on the positive side. And…it sounds as if that negative remark was just icing on a generally negative cake.
In which case a second chance would be giving him a second chance to not simply make up for a single negative incident, but an overall negative personality.
Life is short, so he’s not owed that by anyone.
Fri Dec 15, 01:29:00 AM
Anjum said…
ditto to chester’s comment.
honestly i opened the comment box to say what chester just did, and then i read his comment and it’s early in the morning, so i’ll just second what he said.
Fri Dec 15, 07:56:00 AM
Tommy of The Gays said…
Chester you are smart. WTF? You make me feel like an asshole. Are you hot?
MAHA, I LOVE THAT LINE! You should make that into a t-shirt. I would buy it and I think Maria had a bitchin’ idea!!
No one is mentining the pink elephant. WHAT DID HE DO?
Why does Mo always get a ’1′? Not that she doesn’t deserve it, I’m just wondergin. Love her. She used the word “shootin’”. She is circa 1950. Lover her.
Tommy of The Gays
Sat Dec 16, 06:26:00 PM
just a girl said…
Mo, you are correct…I think he simply mis calculated the size of my brain. Still does…for although it merely is the size of a pea, he is taking it for the size of a pin-head.
Chester, you *are* smart. Very literate. And I see that you and Anjum are of the same mind set (I hear she’s getting a divorce from Uzi who has been MIA as of late…so looks like you’re in!).
You’re a second chancer, eh? You raise some interesting points…unfortunately, in this instance, your sentiment re even more negativity is dead on. The end of this boy was just a general raging mess and I am not one for mess. I just don’t think we live long enough to run around in mess all the time. There’s so much more to enjoy, and he only, unfortunately, brought about mess.
Fascinating, but he obviously doesn’t see it that way at all. Perspective is such a liar, isn’t she?
Now: ARE YOU A MATHEMATICIAN? Or, do you generally work with numbers?
Anjum, how is that divorce coming along?
Chester would make a lovely second husband. He makes numbers sound like fun!
Tommy, leave it to you to ask that question, lol!
.1. Mo gets a ’1′ because she is a darling. Also because she has infiltrated Blogger and rigged it as such, being a tech genius & all. I love her too.
.2. Chester is hot. Everyone who lives here is Hot.
.3. I will make t-shirts when this place hits 10,000+ visitors/ day…in about 10 years from now.
.4. What he did is the equivalent of this:
(a) When we were still enjoying one another’s company, I informed him of the one thing that was ‘unacceptable’ (for lack of a better word). The one thing from which I could never recover, in terms of a relationship. He understood the level of trauma it would inflict on your blogMistress.
(b) He used that one item in order to make me turn my back.
(c) I later found out that what he ‘used’ in (b) was the illusion of it. So, that meant he knowingly used the one most traumatic thing to push me away…knowing fully well the consequence of it on my heart and my spirit.
(d) He remains a shit for it.
xox
m
Sun Dec 17, 06:08:00 PM
Uzi said…
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Tue Dec 19, 01:34:00 AM
Uzi said…
Hey Maha, I get pretty defensive when someone tried to steal my girl. So back off.
Just cuz I am not here for a few weeks does not mean you get to take someone away. Who died and made you blogmaster. Pfft.
Tue Dec 19, 01:39:00 AM
Chester said…
I am dispositionally anti-math. The only mathematical concepts I truly understand are the percentages involved in calculating tips at restaurants and the fractions involved in camera shutter speeds.
Tue Dec 19, 04:49:00 AM
just a girl said…
UZI! Forgive my indescretion. I just have this instinctive drive to ‘pimp’ her out, as she so lovingly put my actions. I think you need to take that sh*t up with her, not I
Welcome home
Chester, you *should* consider going into the maths. Is it too late for you to change careers? I think you could say anything to me, make it sound mathematical, and I’ll believe I’ve just absorbed some part of calculus.
Damn calculus.
xox
m
Tue Dec 19, 09:31:00 PM