Talkin Bout My Girls

Women never cease to amaze me. They never cease to confuse me either. But these thoughts are more about the first of the two statements. The past week has been one of the most mentally trying times of my entire life. I don't know psychologically what's going on up there, but I do know that whatever it is I've had to fight through, I wouldn't have been able to endure without the women in my life. The Mom, Sister, and girlfriend have had to put up with my craziness non-stop and are still my lifeline through these dark days. I figured why not write these feelings down while I'm in a relatively normal state of mind, then come back when I'm having mental breakdown number 342860296 and find encouragement. (Friends are of course a help in any difficult time, but in a different sort of way. Their role cannot be understated, I'm just focusing this on a woman's assistance)

First the Sis, who has had to talk me out of more irrational thoughts than there are minutes in the day. She just knows how to deal with me like only she can. If other people said the "tough love" type stuff she says, it would come across as ignorant. If other people gave the sound advice that she gives, it would come across as contrived. She's just money in the bank when it comes to dealing with my absurdly high highs and indescribably low lows. When I have a legitimate reason to be upset she'll always offer comfort and when I'm being an idiot about something, she'll always knock me down a peg or two, all in love of course haha.

Secondly, the girlfriend. I think I'm a pretty awesome boyfriend. I think God gave me alot of really important qualities that let me bring a lot to the table as a significant other. I think he gave me these, however, because he knew that a woman would need to constantly remind herself of them when I'm being an incredibly huge pain in the butt (or aaayess haha). Monica has been a Godsend. She takes my trust which has been battered by ex gfs and continues to build it in her. Every time I have a worry about something, she talks me through it, even if the worry involves her. Most importantly though, there's a comfort I draw from her when I'm with her or talking to her for an extended period. It's a tremendous feeling, and completely unique to her. I love being with her, when we're together my cares drift away, all future worries are banished, and I'm back to a happy, summer-like state of mind.

Lastly but not least (quite the opposite in fact), the Madre. She gets the worst of it. She birthed me and raised me and there's not a thing in this world significant that's happened to me that she hasn't been there for to some extent. For all her work through 23 years, she's still holding my 225 pound frame by my hand as I'm dangling off life's cliff, expecting to fall into an abyss named Death (sounds dramatic, I know, but that's cause it is) She gets the biggest dose of crazy from me, and even though it pushes her to the limit, she still is there pushing me forward through the most painful times. A son and mother have a special bond, and sometimes for mothers it must feel like a curse, given the propensity of boys to find themselves in the stickiest of situations. In reality there's no such thing as a "Mama's boy" because I've met every kind of guy imaginable and none would ever downplay the importance their maternal unit had in making them who they are. There is no greater example of this than in my life. Anything I do in life is ultimately because of my Mom's influence.

The bottom line is that when a person hits a rough stretch in life, their are certain people who they let it out to. These people are the ones that take time out of their day to help. Their the ones that sacrifice however good they're feeling to empathize with you, They carry your corpse-like load around even though their bodies are far smaller in stature. In this case, I'm talkin bout my girls.