Auntie Gabby Rides Again!
Hello my delectable darlings, your auntie is sorry for having kept her most excellent advice from you for so long, but I have been out exploring uncharted territories and mysterious jungles for new and interesting perspectives on life.
While I would dearly love to give astute political commentary, your auntie is afraid she may get jail time for the opinions she would express, and so ducklings I will save my observations on the political farce that is our government to loud rants in extremely public places, and instead focus on the minutiae that plagues us daily.
A young woman of my aquaintance, freshly embroiled in a love affair, appeared to me with a tear stained face begging for the type of advice that only I could give. It appears she and her new love had broken up ( a state which lasted exactly 24 hours just as I had predicted).
"But auntie" she sobbed (it's exquisite how every minor set back is a life altering event in the very young)"he promised he would never hurt me, so how could he do this?"
Astounded I replied "Why would he promise a dammn fool thing like that".
It is an unpleasant fact of life that the people we care about the most are the ones with the greatest ability to hurt us, as we in turn will hurt them. The problem is we expect too much from each other. At some point all of us will end up , if you forgive the crass terminology, the ass-hole in some situation.
We are imperfect, our friends are imperfect, the world is imperfect, which is precisely what makes life so interesting. An angry young man once told a former flame that she thought of herself as the main character in a novel, a lovely analogy and quite true of everyone. How often do we all forget that our feelings are not the only ones that matter, and that our actions will effect someone else?
What is the point you ask? The point is not to make promises you can't keep! Also to accept accountability. No one is the innocent victim 100 percent of the time. Too many times auntie hears people speaking of how they trust no one because everyone turns on them. After a point one needs to ask the question "is it me?"
Well kiddies I hope I have given you something to ponder. Feel free to direct your problems my way, but for now I am off for a hot rock massage and a mai tai.
While I would dearly love to give astute political commentary, your auntie is afraid she may get jail time for the opinions she would express, and so ducklings I will save my observations on the political farce that is our government to loud rants in extremely public places, and instead focus on the minutiae that plagues us daily.
A young woman of my aquaintance, freshly embroiled in a love affair, appeared to me with a tear stained face begging for the type of advice that only I could give. It appears she and her new love had broken up ( a state which lasted exactly 24 hours just as I had predicted).
"But auntie" she sobbed (it's exquisite how every minor set back is a life altering event in the very young)"he promised he would never hurt me, so how could he do this?"
Astounded I replied "Why would he promise a dammn fool thing like that".
It is an unpleasant fact of life that the people we care about the most are the ones with the greatest ability to hurt us, as we in turn will hurt them. The problem is we expect too much from each other. At some point all of us will end up , if you forgive the crass terminology, the ass-hole in some situation.
We are imperfect, our friends are imperfect, the world is imperfect, which is precisely what makes life so interesting. An angry young man once told a former flame that she thought of herself as the main character in a novel, a lovely analogy and quite true of everyone. How often do we all forget that our feelings are not the only ones that matter, and that our actions will effect someone else?
What is the point you ask? The point is not to make promises you can't keep! Also to accept accountability. No one is the innocent victim 100 percent of the time. Too many times auntie hears people speaking of how they trust no one because everyone turns on them. After a point one needs to ask the question "is it me?"
Well kiddies I hope I have given you something to ponder. Feel free to direct your problems my way, but for now I am off for a hot rock massage and a mai tai.