I find as I get older I’m more irritable and less willing to put up with men’s bullshit. OHHHH, but us women love to eat that bullshit up for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and pre and post workouts. We like it with a little coffee on the side. Maybe some butter? What’s most interesting is that we always know when bullshit has entered our radar, yet somehow we still continue to entertain it.
What keeps us around? Is it the love? Maybe the history? Or maybe it’s that one time in the backseat of your green Honda Accord as your trying to conceal you’re ass from the torn tint on the window. We‘ll never truly know why we always think WE will be the one to change him.
I once dated a man who was dating another woman as well for a while. He always said, “Were just friends,” “I don’t see her that way,” (my favorite) “Your acting crazy right now.”
(Takes off hoops.)
“OH SO IM JUST SUPPOSE TO BELIEVE THAT HER INSTAGRAM POST ABOUT YOUR GUYS ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY IS REALLY A ONE YEAR FRIENDSHIP ANNIVERSARY?????…”
And ladies…
That’s exactly what I did. Apologized for acting psychotic, did a little making up and went about my day. Don’t worry, God took care of me that night by slapping me with a huge dose of reality.
The first step of change is to be aware of your own bullshit.
Boy is it hard realizing that maybe you’re the problem. You can’t seem to break ties with all the bullshit that life freely hands to us. It’s easy to stay in routine, keep trying, think things will change, but the reality is that every time you make that choice you lose a part of yourself you might not ever get back. Is that really worth risking?