‘The next time you wish you could find the right words to say to someone who is hurting, just remember that dogs are a man’s best friend without ever speaking a word to them. Simply be present and have sympathy.’
Month: March 2016
Quote Of The Week
‘There is the pain that made me cry and then there is the strength that made me stop crying. So I am glad the pain came because without it, I would not have discovered my strength.’
Quote Of The Week
‘Listen, you can’t have regrets, because everything is supposed to happen the way it’s supposed to happen.’
It Ain’t Over…Endurance
God waits for our reaction. He watches how we handle the adversity,
whether we handle it with love and self sacrifice,
or chose darker, destructive emotions.
Regardless of the fact that we may want to scream and shout
Regardless of the fact that we may want to break down and cry
He watches for our reaction
He hopes beyond hope that we are patient
That our patience knows no bounds
He BANKS on us, hoping we are loving and compassionate
He BETS on us, hoping we are caring, accepting and understanding.
He HEDGES that we endure our suffering with dignity and grace.
And whatever will be, will be for our good and for the good of all.
I Wish I Was A Vampire
There’s a story behind this, that I feel is more important than the thing I wrote, so I’ll explain the inspiration behind it first.
When I was about 32, (yes, a long time ago) I remember thinking quite strongly that although I loved my husband, and he, me, I couldn’t control him, in any way.
I know, I know, why should I want to? I’m not meant to. How dare I ! So maybe control is the wrong word. Okay, how can I put this…I believe many people, rightly or wrongly, are subtly manipulating everyone else, and some people are doing it blatantly. It’s become a social skill. Maybe it was always a social skill, a way of communicating, or perhaps getting what one wants. How sad. Why can’t we all be honest?
What you see is what you get. No walls. No façade. No mask. No games.
So…I couldn’t control him. I couldn’t manipulate him. It seemed every other f***** around him could. It was at that time that I felt the sin of envy come upon me.
I felt…impotent. Useless. Weak. The Pixies might sing, ‘Where Is My Mind?’ but I was singing, ‘Where Is My Guile?’
I thought I should have some power, some feminine wiles and then I thought about how nice it would be, for me, to be a vampire, full of hypnotic mind games and occultist tricks. I guess at the time, I was watching how certain people could get him to do certain things, but if I said the same thing, it didn’t work. So it was a case of, why can’t I be more like such and such?
I went up to a person (his younger brother) who seemed to be having some influence over my husband and I said, ‘How come you can get Ste, (my husband) to do this, that, or whatever, but if I was to say the same thing, it wouldn’t have any impact?’ The poor guy just smiled and shook his head. ‘I don’t know,’ he said. He was obviously embarrassed and a little bit baffled. So I approach the husband and ask the same question and he says. ‘It’s HOW something is said, and not WHAT is said,’
But to me, that just smacked of vampire. I felt that I’d missed out on some very special things simply because I refused to make a political move. So I wrote this and it helped a little and I never tried to control things again.
To my chagrin, I discovered that it was just brotherly love and I couldn’t compete with that. The relationship dynamics were different. So I’m very happy to say that I relaxed and stopped trying to control things. After that, I found they got better by themselves very naturally. What I also discovered is that it is better to be patient, to be open, to learn wisdom, then it is to have guile.
Wish I was a vampire
To charm the charmless
To manipulate who I chose
To not have qualms
To lack integrity
To have duplicity
How do I make you bend to my will.
To want to.
And influencing people
To have you eating out of my hand
Hypnotism- fast food style
On the bus
In the home
During the news
Quick, clean, undetectable
But I am mortal
Magic is not within me
I can’t make anything happen
No powers of persuasion
No way to make you change direction
Or chose a different milk shake from your usual
It’s all beyond me
This charm lark
You don’t have to be a vampire to make it work
But it helps.
Of course, none of this applies now, but it’s good to look back on issues we have struggled with and are now resolved. It’s comforting when we see where we’ve been and how much we’ve learned. As soon as you stop fighting something, it seems to go away. It’s good to be reminded of the past, especially when it leads to learning, evolving as a human being and ultimate education, which results in a more peaceful and happier life.
If you dig out your old poems/verses/things you have written, you can see how important it was for you to feel those things at the time, how far you’ve come and how much you’ve evolved and grown. An old poem/piece of writing is like a snapshot from the past, which may have counselled us at the time, and may still even help us in the future.
© Sue Young
I hope you will remember when we spent many sultry nights of melting passion together, under the grill. I do recall, I snuggled up to dill pickle in the serving hatch, but, you must believe me when I say, it meant nothing to me. Do you remember that everything went so well until that fateful night? Bacon came along and stole your heart. Don’t think I didn’t see you together in that burger bar. You lied to me. You told me you were a vegetarian.
How I cried and grew moist, then went limp. I had to sit in a colander for an hour, draining my tears. It takes all my energy to get my bony green ass from one side of the kitchen counter to the other these days. I am going off. I am perishing. I feel that these once proud florets will never feel your cheesy sauce again. I pray that you will see the error of your ways. Of course you knew your future did not belong in a bun with bacon and you took off.
What I can’t believe though, what really rocked my world, was when you went with the lettuce. I thought I was the boring one, but really, lettuce? You’re really scraping the bottom of the crisper now aren’t you? Is that my competition? Is that the best you can do? I mean lettuce and cheese don’t even go together, much. We were always a much more complimentary combination. Everyone said so. We went together like broccoli and cheese, because that’s exactly what we were. I am your destiny. Come to me, before I lose my mind completely and run away with the Bechamel.
Broccoli…not boring and certainly not as boring as lettuce.
P.S Cauliflower told me I was tasty. Look what you’re missing.
P.P.S Yes, take one last look Buster ! I’m outta here, on my slightly browning stem. Bechamel…hello…you are very pale and interesting these days…
© Sue Young
Quote Of The Week
‘Like nature, like life, the storm will pass. The night will end. Spring will come.’