Pink, not P!nk

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I’m not a soft and fuzzy person.

But, I try to learn from my short-comings and be less aggressive in dealing with others.  Ultimately, my goal is to learn and grow, and be more like the color pink vs. the artist and person, P!nk.

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It’s not a slam, that I’m trying to be less like P!nk.  Believe me, in many ways, we are sisters from a different mother.  I get her sharp edges, and her me! Me! ME! demands.  I get it, and try to quiet that voice which tries to insist that it’s all about me.

Life isn’t.

Her first composition which reached out and grabbed me was one I’ll call, “I’m a hazard to myself”, even though the real title is, “Don’t let me get me”.  It’s the hazard line that struck true with me:

Never win first place, I don’t support the team
I can’t take direction and my socks are never clean
Teachers dated me, my parents hated me
I was always in a fight ’cause I can’t do nothin’ right

Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can’t take the person starin’ back at me
I’m a hazard to myself

Don’t let me get me, I’m my own worst enemy
It’s bad when you annoy yourself so irritating
Don’t wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

I wanna be somebody else, yeah

L.A. told me, “You’ll be a pop star
All you have to change is everything you are”
Tired of being compared to damn Britney Spears
She’s so pretty, that just ain’t me

Doctor, doctor won’t you please prescribe me somethin’
A day in the life of someone else?
‘Cause I’m a hazard to myself

Don’t let me get me, I’m my own worst enemy
It’s bad when you annoy yourself so irritating
Don’t wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

Don’t let me get me, I’m my own worst enemy
It’s bad when you annoy yourself so irritating
Don’t wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

Doctor, doctor won’t you please prescribe me somethin’
A day in the life of someone else?
Don’t let me get me

Don’t let me get me, I’m my own worst enemy
It’s bad when you annoy yourself so irritating
Don’t wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

That being said, though, it was her song, “Glitter in the Air”, that really resonated with me during the healing process for acknowledging my Daddy Dearest / relationship issues and trying to address them:

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, “I just don’t care.”?

It’s only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning and the breath before the phrase
“Have you ever felt this way?”

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It’s only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss, and the fear before the phrase
“Have you ever felt this way?”

La la la la la la la la

There you are,
Sitting in the garden,
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar

Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight

He’s brought a lot into my life that I never wanted.  Never expected to want.  And which I’m fighting like h*ll to keep out, as my time to depart this world draws nearer and days without wellness become more commonplace.

Learning to trust others has never been easy for me.  I’ve burned a few pancakes in my time, but I found a good guy, and I’m trying not to screw it up because I’m afraid.

We are very different people.  We want different things from life, and I cannot or will not fit neatly into his expectations for a girlfriend.  I make it difficult.  For both of us.

Just as it was going pretty smoothly, about 2012, after dating for about 4 years, I screwed it up.  I blogged on another site about my restlessness with our real world situation, and was accused of saying something that I never said in my blog.  I may have implied it, as blogs are complicated things, but I never blamed him for my failings as I railed against where I was in life at that moment and with my level of restlessness and frustration.

While we made up and came back together in late 2014 (it took us about 2 years to get through the drama, as I wasn’t having a rehash of something he was offended by when I was trying to clear my thoughts), we had to agree to disagree about the source of our tension in order to move on and get back together again as friends.  As lovers.

Silly, but I’m a master at running away from things that I don’t want to face.  I did not want to have a difficult conversation about my needs, his needs, our mutual desires, my frustrating career, his frustrating career, and the physical distance between our two homes after he bought a home and moved further away.

So, we hooked back up, and have been back to trying to make it work in person and over the phone while life goes on around us.  My failing health.  His foster kids.  His aging mother.  His career frustration.  My inability to let him go or to be what I think he wants me to be for him.  His wish to replace all that he lost when the State took his business property by eminent domain, his marriage broke up from the strain, and he lost his home.  We are an Oscar and Felix kind of couple, with a 150 mile round trip between our two homes.

Oscar (me)                                                            vs.                     Felix (him)

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He’s an amazingly talented, renaissance kind of guy.  Everything to be admired, including his ability to keep house like Martha Stewart (I’m more of a slob).  He sets his goals and he accomplishes them, all while keeping everything in its place.  13 years after the trauma, he’s purchased a new home.  He’s about to open a new business.  He’s got it all going together.  Me?  I’d have to say that I have a general outline, and I punt more.  Much more.

At this point, I don’t remember the point I was trying to make, but it’s something like this…  COPD is relentless, and I don’t want anybody compelled to feel that they must be standing around trying to help me as it gets closer to the end.  Yes, I’m just that stubborn. As out time together becomes less and less due to my exhaustion, I want him to know how much he means to me, even as I’m pushing him away.

Not sure why I feel the way I do, but I am trying to soften my edges to be more pink, all the while knowing that I am what I am, and I’m ok with that.

 

 

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