“Teresa, you’re a
very smart and sweet person, but you are also very intense which at times can
be off-putting to some people…and we
cannot take that chance with you.”
Smart.
Sweet.
Intense.
Control freak.
Type-A personality.
Relax.
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
Nothing that I hadn’t heard before; this time, however,
considering the source and what I lost as a result of my character flaws, it
hurt. It stung like hell and I was up half of the night thinking of all the
times I have heard these exact words, remembering all the conflicts I’ve
created with others and all the pain I’ve endured and tears I’ve shed as a
direct result of caring too much, of never being completely satisfied with my
performance, of always wanting more for myself and others, of giving “slightly”
more than a shit.
And after hours of insomnia I came to the realization
that I don’t know how to be any other way. I don’t know how to relax as long as
there’s work to be done; I don’t know how to function without giving my all
(that applies to both work and relationships); I don’t know how to go through
life feeling detached from the issues and functioning at half speed. I don’t
know and I’m not sure I want to know.
I don’t mean any harm, I just want the best for
everyone – myself included. I just want to go to sleep at night knowing that I
tried my damnedest to prevent anything I cannot control from causing any
unnecessary suffering. This is the only way I know to prevent future regrets.
If something bad were to happen because of something that I did not do or did
half-fast when I knew better, I would suffer unnecessarily. I am fully aware
that life’s always throwing us curve balls at lightning speed, and for those,
the only thing I can do is look for valuable life lessons; live, learn, and try
to be better prepared next time is all I can do in those situations, so why not
give 100% the rest of the time?
As I said earlier: I don’t know how to be any other
way, and I’m not sure I want to be any other way. Anyone who wants me in their
life will have to take me as I am. I cannot expect others to accept me as I
am, any more than others can expect me to change to fit a particular mold. Even
when that means losing important people and/or opportunities, as was the case
yesterday.
As Popeye the sailor man so eloquently put it, “I yam what I yam what I yam.” Take it or
leave it!
I am done trying
to twist myself into a human pretzel just for the sake of fitting in where I
don’t belong.