Where do you go when your lonely?

Well, apparently, a friend of mine goes to jail. SMH. So, the mindless, sleepless blog time became lets give some advice time.  

Scenerio: Guy friend, David, just breaks up with girlfriend. Gets drunk, goes to a friend/ex girlfriends, who in return is pissed he drove drunk. Sends him on his way and calls the cops who pull him over, he goes to jail for the weekend.

So, the last message I had from him prior to today was Friday, I asked how he was. he responds with ‘Bad, but alive’ I respond. ‘bad?’ No reply. Saturday night. I message. ‘David?’ Nothing. Sunday and Monday I hear nothing. And today I get ‘sorry, been in jail all weekend.’

So, his last message earlier in the night: Sorry to make you worry. Yeah, some friend 😏. And then on top of it… call the police on me, hoping I would get pulled over, to teach me a lesson. All I’ve ever wanted was, someone to come home to safe and sound!

And Dana steps to the podium: 

I don’t know what else to say. I already explained the looking for love or companionship for all the wrong reasons and just because you are lonely and want someone to come home to, well, everyone ‘wants’ that. In a perfect fairy tale world. 

But, not going to find it that way. Nor by drinking yourself there. You just have to take each day as it is meant to be and let be what is meant to be. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense at the time, but there is always a reason. I wouldn’t be where I am right now if it weren’t for even half of the bad and good that have happened but mainly, the bad. Because, it made me who I am and taught me just that. I couldn’t sit and feel bad for myself in all that happened, in all of what I was with my depression and cutting, or even now with my health crap. I just have to take each day as its given and be glad I am given it to make another. Every day is a fight since my suicide attempt and every new day is a day of success passed. I have my days I don’t share with others. My thoughts that go places they shouldn’t. And I get myself through them through what all of it has made me. Trough the fact that I also realize I would rather look life in the face and say f&$k you, here I stand. And, to prove to all of those that said I wouldnt stand on my own two feet that I can. To show anyone who ever said I wasn’t mentally, or emotionally stable during those times, that now I am doing it and handling all these situations and then some even better than ever.  And to show myself, I got this sh*t. Nothing, is going to defeat me again.

What I am trying to say here is, it is what you make it. No one else. Sure, you could blame the friend who called the police. Or the ex who broke your trust. But, in the end, none of that matters. It only matters how you handle it and what you make of it.  At the end of the day, you are in control of your actions, no one else. At the end of the day, no matter who made you mad, sad, happy, or indifferent, you choose how you end your day so you can start tomorrow

David, I have become a pretty good judge of character. You are good people. Otherwise, I wouldn’t waste my time here listening, typing, etc. You really just need to find some strength in yourself and not in needing someone else. Trust me, being alone isn’t all so bad. Hell, look at the headache your ex was.. And this ‘friend/ex gf’ who just had you put in jail.. Sheesh dude. Haha.. Women are too much trouble and Drama. I already told ya I don’t get them. And we already know I’m not they typical breed! 😋

*puts down mic and steps off the soapbox.* it was starting to cave in a little from the heaviness of my awesomeness, its a lot to hold. Hahaha

Author: Dana Gidner-Kristal

perfectly imperfect

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