Walking disaster
We all know at least one person that always has something going on, some kinda drama, something always wrong with them. Their life is riddled with unforeseen, unavoidable issues. No matter what they do, how hard they try, they just cannot escape the inevitable occurance of “shit hitting the fan”. Ladies and gentlemen, if you don’t know one oo those people, allow me to introduce myself. My name is QueenT and I am a surviving walking disaster. At any given moment, I have at least two issues I am battling at a time…and that, in all honesty, is an understatement. Sometimes they are little flames, sometimes they are major fires, but there’s always a battle going on.
I think some peolpe are born into this lifestyle; kinda like sexuality. Some people are born gay; I was born a walking disaster. I don’t have much control over it. It’s one of those things you just learn to live with. After awhile, you really do get used to it. You learn how to cope; you become stronger, more resiliant. I guess that’s why I consider myself such a realist. Somethings just are and there’s nothing you can do but take them as they are and keep it moving, or stand still trying to figure it all out and get run over in the process. It’s hard having friends though. Having people you hang out with is easy, at least for me, being as “hus hush” as I am. But having real friends that you talk to and confide in is hard. You know they are your friends and love you and support you and would do anything for you. But the thing is: they are always doing something for you, because you always have shit going on. You get tired of having them in the position to “do something” for you. You get tired of complaining and crying and venting to them. You just get tired and try to wish and hope and pray it all away. But, nope, you can only wish it could be that easy. And sure enough, they end up doing something else for you again. Yeah, having friends is the part that’s harder than the issues themselves, because you suck others into your own personal black hole.
I’m not the only walking disaster; there are plenty other like me. I am just the one bold enough to share it with the world. To the friends of us walking disasters: “we love you immensly and hope you always know it” To those who only see us walking disasters from the outside looking in: don’t judge us, don’t pity us, and don’t think you know us because you can never. Just leave us in peace; we have enough shit to deal with.
I think it’s genetic. The legacy of our parents combined DNA. I feel you 100%. From being a realist to the thing about friends. *sigh* Just gotta grit and bare it.
Comment by Monroe — October 5, 2005 @ 3:59 am
hey….i feel your pain. and while you may not like to do it, you know i am always here for you. anytime you need a shoulder to cry on, you know where one is. and you know that anytime, day or night that you need me, i’m there.
and no, i do not care how often i do things for you, i am always happy to do so. for whom much is given, much is required. that is something i live by. as fortunate as i have been, allow me to fulfill one of my charges in life. to be a blessing to my friend QueenT.
you are always loved, and never judeg….onlyaccepted.
furious.styles……joseph
Comment by furious.styles — October 5, 2005 @ 5:10 am
:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X And that is from myself and all of the friends of walking disasters :-*
Comment by MzB — October 5, 2005 @ 11:04 pm
I hope that this is a consolation…I wish that you could see yourself as I do…in my opinion, you’re hardly a disaster…keep your head up.
Comment by Blue Angel — October 6, 2005 @ 7:46 pm