Dust yourself off, Crazy.

Hi. I’m Spring. And I hate Texas.

Could someone please tell me why it’s so *&%#@#%$ cold? It’s MARCH! Nearly April! And we’re using our fireplace! Holy crap!

Enough exclamation points.

Oh, and if you're a South Park fan, it was absolutely BRILLIANT last nite! Here's a good article:

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/TV/03/23/south.park.hayes.ap/index.html?eref=yahoo

Take that, Isaac!
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I was thinking today. Never a good idea, but sometimes I can’t help myself. I was thinking about people who feel that they are entitled to everything because they’ve had a hard life.

I had this friend, who isn’t a friend anymore. We’ll call her Crazy Red Head. Crazy Red Head had a rough life, as a lot of us do. When her father left the family, she was a pre-teen, and her mother lost it. She began abusing Crazy and her brother, physically and mentally. Crazy left home at an early age, and of course hooked up with an abusive guy who beat her too. She left him when she found out she was pregnant. She became a single mom. A few months after her son was born, she was attacked and raped by two guys, in her own home. The good ole’ boy cops told her she must have done something to provoke them. Crazy’s life seemed to have all the makings of a Lifetime movie of the week. Everywhere she turned, tragedy followed her. Every day was a crisis with Crazy.

And she felt like the whole world owed her.

She wanted to drag anyone and everyone into her tragic life, and make them feel responsible for her unhappy existence. She wanted you to feel sorry for her, and agree that yes, her life was so awful that it was amazing she had survived. Trouble is, she never did anything to make things better for herself. She just kept expecting everyone to do everything she asked. If you wouldn’t let her borrow money, you were a terrible person because she was going to be evicted from her apartment and what would she do without a place to live for her and her son? If you wouldn’t babysit for her, (which was practically a daily request), then you were mean and didn’t want her to have any fun and how dare you be like that! If you wouldn’t help her move (she moved frequently), then how was she supposed to get all the heavy furniture up those stairs because you know she has a bad back and there’s no one to help but you! If you wouldn’t go out with her because you wanted to spend time with your family, then you were just a selfish, nasty person who doesn’t give a damn about their friends! Unfortunately, I did help her, on several occasions. In fact, I helped her so damn much that it started to interfere with my family. Our neighbors actually thought her son belonged to me, because he was always at my house. And god forbid you needed her to help you. That was just unheard of. It was an exhausting relationship, and after 6 years of knowing her, I finally had to say adios.

Does that make me a mean and heartless person? No.
Why? Because she made herself a victim. And by helping her out of every jam, I was continuing that cycle for her.


I have a real problem with people who have a constant ‘victim mentality’. Yes, she went through some horrible things. But so have a lot of other people. And most of them don’t base their entire lives around what they should be entitled to in order to make up for the wrongs done to them in the past. Most people deal with things and move on.

I was thinking about this because I too have been through some crappy things in my life. I won’t go into detail, because there are a couple of people who read this with whom I wouldn’t want to share such personal and intimate details. But suffice it to say, some of the things I went through are similar to what she went through. I dealt with those things, and I moved on. If I stop and think about them, sometimes they make me sad, but they don’t control my life.

I hope someday you dust yourself off, Crazy. I did.