Sunday, June 13, 2010

Damaged Goods

I routinely have conversations with my “sisters” about the ideas which cross my mind. One reoccurring idea happens to be about my past and current romantic life. Tsk tsk tsk. Mistakes have surely been made. When I look back at some of the males (I refuse to call all of them men) that I dealt with, I have to ask myself “REALLY?” Like why the hell did I even entertain those situations? Now that I have time to think clearly about everything that has occurred in my life (thus far), I can’t help to think about how I was so wrong for repeatedly dealing with “damaged goods”.

When I refer to “Damaged Goods”… I mean damaged people. These are people who have or had way too much baggage in their life and they’re unknowing or unwilling to use it as a stepping stone to better themselves.

In example, someone might say I’m damaged goods. My past has led me to have abandonment issues (these scares were created many years ago). I know it and have accepted it. Presently I stay involved (study groups, classes, community service, working, social groups, group outings, etc.) so that I don’t have to feel alone. In the future, I know that I will remain an active part in my children’s lives so that I won’t be the cause of any abandonment scares. Actively participating in their lives will be a requirement, not a choice. <- This will be a story for a much later time. But I digress . . .

I have had my share of relationships/acquaintances and most of them have been damaged in one way or another. Damn. I need to get my life together if damaged goods are the only men I attract and entertain.

  • Guy 1: Parents not in the picture. He was living with extended family. To maintain his housing he had to care for his younger cousins. He took on the role of father when the cousins’ biological was not around. Since he was around children most of the time . . . he thought it best to treat me the same (AKA SEVERE DADDY SYNDROME). Granted I was much younger than him, he still had no business telling me what I could and could not do or who I could associate with.

  • Guy 2 : Orphaned, Emancipated, and learned to be self-sufficient at a young age (AKA as Mr. I DON’T NEED ANY DAMN BODY). He felt he knew best about everything because he had known “what was best” for himself for so many years. I met him as a grown man but he didn’t always act that way. Intellectually we were compatible but that was it. He probably was pushing Wilt Chamberlain numbers. SMH. Cheating on me, she, them, and every girl in his path. In his mind no girl was going to bow down to him so he rather exploit them until he was done. I guess nobody taught him how to be there for someone.

  • Guy 3: He’s an overall good person. But he was misguided by his family. (Instead of a monkey, he had his FAMILY ON HIS BACK). We clicked except for his viewpoints on important things. When I gauzed towards the future, I established a blueprint as to how I would arrive there. He lived for the right now. I guess his family didn’t stress the importance of what could be if you worked hard enough. Instead, live for the moment and if times get hard . . . put your hand out and look for help. I have no problem with helping. But I refuse to let someone else take the food out my future children’s mouths. Every time he tries to get ahead, he’s pulled back. When he needed help it was hard to find his family’s helping hand. On top of that, they were the family that felt the need to be in OUR relationship. I couldn't have that.

So now I need to find out how to attract pristine goods. A pristine specimen of a man would have his shit together. This would include goals and priorities, a career (not a job), values and morals, capital (because we can’t share mine 100% of the time), ambition, humor, intellect, and good arms to hold on to me with. But with that said, I have no idea as to find this man. Furthermore, when I find him I can’t be sure that he’ll notice me. So how do I approach him?
Well, at the moment it doesn’t matter. There are so many other things I have to accomplish before finding said man. Hell, I have to be ready in my own life to accept him.

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