Move over Chris Gaines and Roman Zolanski! Mimi and Sasha Fierce have nothing on Ethel. Yes, I have my own alter ego and her name is Ethel. You see Ethel is a 75 year old grandma who doesn't give a phuck! Ethel is one bad mama jama who speaks her mind, does what she wants, and apologize to no one. Yeah right now I am Ethel, so if you don't like it suck it!
The truth is I am getting tired ya'll. Sometimes I am just fatigued from being the people pleaser trying to save the world. It's exhausting! I am constantly trying be sympathetic. I am constantly anticipating everyone's next move or lack of move so I can step in and save the day. I feel unappreciated and neglected. No more checking up on you texts. No more remembering that this is the anniversary of the death of the pet that you grew up with as a child. No more follow ups to see how your day at the dentist was. No more phone calls to see how you are dealing with your breakup after only dating that guy for three weeks. This is the end of me setting a time to meet up that takes into account your tardiness. I am not going to feel bad if I go places or do something by myself. I will not feel guilty if I don't want to go out anymore because I don't feel like driving or I would rather watch Murder She Wrote on Netflix. Ethel will not let me bite my tongue nor will she let me stay completely quiet to avoiding hurting the feelings of a sensitive person who has no regards for my own feelings. She will not let me play nice. Because the Ethel in me wants me to enjoy my own life and stop worrying so much about everyone else's. I mean clearly who is worrying about me? No one.
Part of me embracing my inner Ethel is realizing that there are just some people who are not going to value you me as I value them. A friend wrote a post that lifesucking and timesucking contraption aka Facebook, saying that she was going to put in as much into a friendship/relationship as she receives. I plan on adopting the same strategy. No more dating guys who aren't really into me (especially when I am not really into them either).
I have been told that it is my gift that I stay in touch with people, that I can sense when someone needs a word of encouragement. And while I do these things without wanting something in return, sometimes I need it. What ya'll don't understand is that caring so much about others and internalizing their emotions is very draining. My tank is depleted and I need to fill it up with more of me and less of everyone else. Just because I am strong and I handle a lot of shit on my own doesn't mean that I don't need someone to check in on me dammit. So when I feel that I don't get that type of support I just stick to myself. Shoot sometimes I/Ethel need to be away from humans especially when they act like morons.
So today I am my alter ego, Ethel. Ethel, that ass-kicking grandma that is the biggest shit talker this side of the Mississippi and can get away with it because she is 75 and no one wants to disrespect their elders nor give her a heart attack. Peace out biotches!