Sometimes you get stuck with your butt hanging out one end of the hole, and your head hanging out of the other. Generally, you’ve done something to get yourself in the situation–but a little problem solving, hard work, honesty, and time gets you unstuck. I used to spend a lot of time rationalizing my bad habits and decisions–and I still do in cases. For the most part I realize I’m an idiot and just try to move forward.
Every group of friends needs a bouncy Tigger, a practical Piglet, a curious/down to earth bear, a wise old Owl, and a lovable underdog Eeyore. Sometimes people play multiple roles and you need them all to cope. Life would be unbearable without a system of people to make you laugh and have fun, to listen and help solve problems, and without someone who needs you.
I find myself in situations of my own making and can do nothing but survive them. I’ve built defenses and at times I find I’m overly guarded; apparently, I don’t trust people to want to stick around in my life. All I really want is to make people happy-that’s what gives me true joy and peace. So why is it that I sometimes lash out at those people who mean the most to me? My mom once told me it’s because they’re “safe” people; people who won’t leave you. Am I testing my limits? Reckless but not crazy? I think so. Perhaps I’m hiding too–from others, from myself, from my future.
Afraid to look dumb, or vulnerable, I only end up looking silly (with my butt hanging out there for everyone to see) and weak. Bother.
Now I’ve got the Winnie the Pooh theme song stuck in my head. Thanks.
I hate Winnie the Pooh!! (apparently I’m the Eyeore in your life.)
People that wear WtP clothing should be hanged.