Boy I miss this blog being funny.
We’ll get back there one of these days.
You are likely aware at this point that the band I was so
excited to be a part of decided that they didn’t want me to be a part of it any
longer. A brief summary of the events occurring from approximately 5 p.m. to
7p.m. last Monday:
·
Best friend (now former) (duh) texts the band
group message stating that the other three people in the band are pursuing a
different direction with a “more aggressive lineup”
·
Immediately my phone rings to alert me of an
email that I have been removed as an admin from the Facebook band page
·
I log onto Facebook to confirm said removal and
find that I have also been blocked by former best friend on my personal page
·
I receive a desktop notification on my laptop that
I have been removed from the shared drop box folder with our photos and music
·
Passwords to email and Instagram accounts are
changed
·
Instagram account and Facebook page are deleted
within an hour
Boy, that escalated quickly. And so it is for the second
time on this lovely blog of mine that I use that iconic phrase from one of my
favorite movies, She’s the Man, “It
was just, like, a big, huge, dumping.” No, I don’t know what the actual fuck
happened or why, and I never will, because I decided that a clean, hard break
would be better than “closure.”
This “break up” or “dumping” or whatever the fuck, comes on
the tail end of a horrendously, truly, shockingly terrible few months of my
life. I haven’t really talked to anyone about it, and I’m sure I’ve seemed
completely normal, but surprise, I have not been not okay. This whole thing is
a learning experience for me, so I’m going to share some wisdom and knowledge
that I am learning about myself and life in general.
vvv
Some facts about me:
1. I am a nice human being.
2. When you are a nice human being, sometimes people take
advantage of you.
3. I can find the good in literally anyone. And sometimes
(almost always) this leads me to give not-so-good people way more chances than
they deserve.
4. I give beyond my means even when I don’t get anything
back.
5. Side note: These qualities make me a really good social
worker.
6. Side side note: The qualities also make me a really good
friend.
So yes, I am a giver. Not in the Lois Lowry sense of
transference of memories, but in the emotional sense. My entire life goal is to
make people around me happy. I like to be liked. I am kind to everyone unless
you really, seriously, majorly fuck me over. Even then, I am more likely to
walk away and cry for a while by myself.
Some facts about life in general:
1. There is only so
much you can give. There is a thing, a real thing, called “compassion
fatigue.” It is when you give too many fucks and you run out of fucks and it
starts to take a toll on you because you don’t even have enough fucks left to
take care of yourself. I need to learn to stop giving fucks sooner. I give
people way too many chances.
2. When someone shows
you who they are, believe them. Believe them the first fucking time because
it will save you a lot of pain. Whether you call this “trusting your gut” or a
bad vibe or whatever, follow that instinct. I believe in the inherent goodness
of people, and I believe that everyone has something good inside them, so when
I see it, I latch onto that and ignore everything else.
I knew the band was taking a toll on me. I knew it. They
mistreated me and made it clear that they didn’t care about me (Exhibit A: “Keep
your songs to yourself for now. We’re not ready to learn new ones.” Exhibit B: A
complete lack of response when I asked about sending my lyrics to everyone and
then the guys subsequently singing the wrong thing for backing vocals because,
you know, they didn’t actually know the lyrics…), and yet, I stayed. I stayed
because I saw the potential of the band. I stayed because I loved the songs. I
stayed because I was attached to my lyrics because they are about my life and
my sadness and my experience. I stayed because my best friend (former) was in the
band and because I really liked the other two guys despite that clear evidence
that they didn’t give a shit about me. It wasn’t worth it, because they didn’t
make me feel like I was worth it.
3. Know when to walk
away. Never, ever, have I ever (#CollegeGames) been able to walk away from an
uneven relationship (i.e., a relationship in which I was giving far more fucks
than the other person, i.e., basically every relationship in my life). I have
never been strong enough to walk away from a situation in which I was being
taken advantage of or mistreated. I always give another chance. “This time will
be the time, really it will.” I hate myself for that a little bit. It makes me
feel weak.
People always leave me because I’m too scared to leave them,
or I still believe in them, or I just don’t see it coming and am completely
blindsided. I keep giving beyond exhaustion and yet am somehow still surprised
when the other person doesn’t give back or finally does leave. Life is
reciprocal. You cannot give more than you get.
vvv
I’m not a spiritual human being, but I somehow feel like
this is the universe saying, “Okay, Kelly, if you’re not going to kick these
fuckers out of your life, I’ll do it for you.” It’s like a cleansing. All of
the toxic people are being removed from my life (or, more accurately, very
rudely and/or suddenly abandoning me, but you know, same result I guess). Don’t
get me wrong, it still fucking hurts. It hurts like hell. It literally,
physically hurts in my stomach and my head. But I’m oddly…relieved. And grateful.
One of my favorite songs by the Used says, “I come alive
when I’m falling down,” and I really do. I have had a lot of people take
advantage of me, treat me like shit, and then leave. And I let them. Because
I’m nice. The silver lining? I’m used to it. Does it suck any less? No. It
really doesn’t. I’ve cried more in the last few months than I have in years
because it’s just been one person after another. But like I said, I’m used to
it. Unfortunately, I’ve come to expect it. And I have done what humans do –
I’ve adapted. #Darwinism.
This is the survival of the fittest, bitches. And not only
am I going to survive, but I’m going to make a bunch of friends along the way
because I’m FUCKING NICE.
