The Green Eyed Monster

Sometimes, one has to take a step back to be able to see the forest. We're blind even though we are standing in the thick of the woods, we can't see the forest for the trees. We get too caught up in the minor details that are meaningless and miss the important stuff.

My beef this week is with women. Sorry, ladies but it is. Insecurity, jealousy, envy, guilt, greed, and self-pity. I know that all of these emotions apply equally to men, but it's not men that I have an issue with. Men are men. Easy to figure out, easy to understand, just easy. Women drive me nuts.

I have never, ever been a jealous person. Those that know me and know my history know this to be true. Therefore, it is really difficult for me to understand jealousy. I just don't get it.

I don't get women that are jealous of other women's looks, wealth, relationships, and success. I don't understand women that are so jealous that their husbands cannot have a conversation with another woman. In my opinion, if you cannot trust the man you are with, why are you with him?

I had a conversation with a really good friend of mine about this the other day. I was trying to understand, I just pissed her off more as the conversation went on. She is a jealous woman. Why? I don't know. She's smart, beautiful, and is great to be around. She gets extremely jealous when her boyfriend even looks in the direction of another woman. If there's a beautiful woman, why wouldn't he look? What's wrong with that? If there's a gorgeous man, don't we look? Nothing wrong with that. It's natural.

So, maybe someone can try to explain jealousy to me. I've heard it all. If you are not jealous, you don't love the person. I think it is the opposite. When there is true love, there can't be jealousy or any of those other negative emotions. There just can't be. I'm left pondering, how can jealousy grow where love blooms?

Lucy Tamajon
Writer

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Dear Heart

I am not sure if this relationship is really working out. We've been together for so long, and you always seem to let me down. Every time I have a little bit of hope; every time there seems to be a dream that may come true, you pull the rug right from under me.

I have loved you well. I have been true to my wishes but you lead me astray. I have listened attentively when you've called my name, but only to be disillusioned. I've paid attention during all those love stories from Cinderella to Sleepless in Seattle. I dream of Paris, pink diamonds, and long walks on a beach. I'm not sure you understand at all.

Listen, Heart, I don't know if I can go at this alone for as much pain and anguish that you've cost me; I don't think I can live without you. And, with every tear instead of toughening up, I soften up. I find myself smiling, singing, laughing, and loving more than ever. You tear my world apart, and I want to do away with you. Forget you exist and toss love out the window. Teach you a lesson. But you seem to be a step ahead. When I least expect it, WHAM! I'm on my butt holding you in my hands.

Therefore, I've decided that maybe we should come to some sort of arrangement, an agreement, if you will. Maybe you can just wise up a little. Maybe instead of doing what you want, you can listen to me for once. Maybe, just maybe, you can understand we need to just put this little concept of "love" away and not focus so much on it.

I know what you are thinking all the beautiful memories, the romances, the adventures, and the incredible love I've experienced. I know you are aware of my weakness and thrive on it. You must just sit back and watch me falter and fall knowing fare well that I cave in to the incredible power of love. I know what you are going to tell me that love is not what I perceive but what simply is.

I know that as much as I want to break from you, I cannot because you are all that I am. I guess I am stuck with you and all the silly emotions that you have embedded in me. I just wonder, if I have it in me to trust in you yet again?


Lucy Tamajon
Writer

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Yakkety Yak, Don't Talk back

The topic this week seems to be words. Too many words, the wrong words, watch your words, or lack there of. It seems that everyone has something to say about everything. At times, the words to do not even make any sense. It seems people just want to talk or hear themselves talk.

Everyone is using words of if they were going out of style. We are not even going to discuss, grammar, and spelling that is a whole separate blog. We are going to stick to the subject at hand, words. I just want to tell everyone to shut the "F" up. For the love of sanity, people. Go out, go for a walk, have a drink, buy yourself something pretty, get laid, whatever it takes to just shut up for awhile, do it.

The problem is that everyone is so consumed with themselves, they do not stop to listen to what they are saying, the impact that it has, and what everyone else has to say. Everyone has opinions. There is no right, there is no wrong, there are just different ways of looking at things. And, if you cannot persuade someone to see things your way, it is okay. Let them be.

When I was sixteen, I did a great exercise in art class. There was a model and we had to draw the model's hand. Every single person in the room had a different drawing. It was the same hand from the same model, but everyone's was different. No one was right. No one was wrong. No one was stupid because their drawing was different. They were all looking at the same hand and drawing from a different perspective.

We should apply this to our everyday lives. Everyone just sees things from their own perspective. No one is stupid, we just have different point of views, and that is okay.

What I just don't get is the name calling. The ugly name calling and insults thrown just because some one has a different perspective. It is exhausting. Why is everyone so angry? I just don't get it. Therefore, I will speak of nothing but lip gloss and shoes going forward. I'm going to exercise my right to be a dumb blond and use it to it's fullest potential.

Well, just for the weekend ... maybe.

Lucy Tamajon
Writer

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009