Hi Everyone,
The full title of this blog is, People Can Only Take So Much Before They Crack. This is what I mean.
As usual, today’s blog came about from a conversation I had on Friday morning. While we were speaking on the telephone, my friend and I were discussing someone who had been through a lot in their life. At some point, I had said, “People can only take so much before they crack. I am surprised they made it this long.”
Now, as I am typing this blog, I am and am not surprised. Strong people keep the faith. They know that there is an end to their tunnel of darkness and keep searching for the light, until they see it. And they normally do before it’s their time.
Somehow the conversation turned to me. After my friend said that I was resilient, I quickly said, “I am resourceful,” because I am. We agreed on both definitions.
People are interesting. Each of us handles things differently. It can be hard to understand when people do things, or behave in ways that are foreign to us, or things that we wouldn’t do ourselves.
When I dated, hung out, with a single father who was also an alcoholic drug addict, it didn’t faze me. From all the years we spent time together he never pushed drugs on me. For the most part, he hide it from me pretty well.
Sure I had a good idea that, Special K, was not a cereal. I just didn’t know what Special K was. He told me when I asked though. He would also volunteer information as to what it felt like, where in Toronto he did it and with who. He shared a few stories as to the effects of other drugs he took. Again, nothing he said fazed me.
He knew how I felt, and still feel, about drugs, so he never brought any with him when we were together–not once. I am serious. We would have a couple of drinks and smoke some cigarettes and that’s it. Because he was a single father, and I was a single mother, we never had a lot of hours to spend with each other when we did see each other. That’s probably why, I didn’t know how many drugs he was taking, or the amount of money he was spending on them. He handled his issues his way. I handled my issues my way.
He was seven years younger than me. Age-wise, he was a single father before I was a single mother. I always admired that about him. When he finally told me some of the circumstances of how he became a single father it freaked the hell out of me. Instinctively, I threw my hand to my mouth. After that night, we probably spoke about it again in five sentences or less. I was that freaked out and he knew it.
The one thing that we both knew about each other was that it was okay. We understood each other. We respected each other. We also knew the saying, “In an insane world, it is the sane that go crazy,” before we knew the saying.
The second last time I saw him, he told me about his getting out of rehab. His child is doing well and so is he. I am glad I know him. I will always admire him, I just admire him more.
The point of today’s blog is don’t judge people. We are all on a journey. Some peoples roads are bumpier and longer than others and filled with detours. Be nice, kind. If you don’t gel with someone keep a safe distance. Don’t harm them, they probably have their own demons.
People (really) can only take so much before they crack. And that is a fact.
Writing makes me happy. I just had to say that.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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