Category: GFM

Why I Love Basketball

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When I was 14, my dad was hit head-on by a drunk driver. We were so very lucky; my dad survived the horrific crash. He suffered broken ribs, a cracked knee and a brain injury.

At 14, I didn’t fully understand the complexity of brain injuries. I didn’t realise how big of an impact this injury would have on my dad’s life, my mother’s life and the lives of me and my siblings. (more…)

Tunes Tuesday: Lesser Known Favourites

When I brought back Tunes Tuesdays, Wendy from notthatwendy.com and I got to talking about bands and musicians and how we’ve come to love some music that may not be as well known to other people.  Maybe they’re an international band, or an indie band or maybe they used to be a big deal, but aren’t on everyone’s must-listen playlist anymore.  This gave me a great idea to share some of the musicians, bands or songs that I have discovered by chance and absolutely love.  (more…)

What I Learned When I (Temporarily) Quit Twitter

I decided rather spontaneously to take a bit of a Twitter break to recharge after finishing Veda this year.  Because the break was something I decided to do five seconds before I did it, I hadn’t really thought about what, if anything, I’d learn from the whole experience but turns out there was a lot to learn.  So in no particular order, here’s what I learned from my brief break from Twitter: (more…)

Summer Tunes

If you’ve read this blog at all, followed me on Twitter or know me outside of the Interwebs, you’ll know that next to coffee and my dog, my third biggest obsession in life is music.  I like to make music, but I also love listening to it and pretty much always have music on in the background.  Because I’ve always had my own self-created life soundtracks due to this obsession, I end up with playlists that always remind me of a particular time in my life or a particular season.  These are the highlights of my Summer 2013 Soundtrack:
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Let’s talk about friends

 

I have never been good at having close friends. A lot of that has to do with the fact that I’ve been through some things in my life that make trusting other people hard. And I mean like panic-inducing-to-the-point-of-suffocation-hard. Not ‘that looks like it might take some effort’ hard. Actual, legit hardness (Yes, yes. TWSS).

So, yes. I tend not to seek friends out. The friends I have, I’ve had for years and years. We’ve been through hard life stuff together. I’ve got their back, they’ve got mine. It’s never a question. I know it, I feel it. These are my people.

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Then there are the people that I would count as friends in a social setting. Sure, she might be really smart. He might be really funny. He might be into geekery. She might love whiskey or Gilmore Girls nearly as much as I do. I like them well enough. They’re fun to talk to, to spend time with. But they haven’t broken into the true close friends circle.

When I was younger and much less sure of what I wanted and how I felt (Yes, I actually am much better at this than I used to be, don’t give me that look), there was the close friends circle and the social friends circle and if I had stuck you in the last one, there was very little chance you would ever hop circles. Unfair? Probably. Unhealthy? Completely. But it worked for me, or at least I thought it did, so that’s how I navigated and protected myself from having to really get to know anyone unless they hadn’t already shown me in a really specific and clear way that I could trust them.

Then as I got older and collected some more life experience (I’m not going to dare to claim that I’ve grown wiser), I decided that maybe I need to be a bit more forgiving and a bit more flexible and maybe I should give people more of a chance. Maybe I could try to trust people outside of my close circle of friends and maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Now, here’s the thing about me. I find balance hard. I’m either all in to something or I’m all out. I don’t half ass things. I full ass them, or I don’t ass them at all.

Apparently this is not the approach to take when you’re working on something like trust. Sure, sometimes, letting someone else in worked out.  I got to know them better, they got to know me.  And suddenly, I was adding more people to that exclusive close friends circle.

Then there were a few times that it didn’t work out at all. I’d get to know people more and realise that perhaps I didn’t know them as well as I thought I had.  The beauty of those social, acquaintance-style friendships.  Me, being me, went all out and put a lot of energy into this new adventure of trusting people more.  I genuinely wanted this to work, and seemed to think any negative experience meant this whole thing was a failure.  I worked so hard at letting people in, trying to trust them and letting them in. In turn, I worked hard at sparing other people’s feelings, at being there when I knew someone was going through a tough time, or when they had something to celebrate.  I quickly found out that not everyone I felt I could trust, should be trusted.  That some people were happy to accept my energies, but not nearly as happy to return it.  When the rough life stuff happened, those people disappeared.  When the exciting life stuff happened, they weren’t supportive, they were jealous and bitchy.

Naturally, I used those negative experiences as reinforcement that my original way of dealing with people was the right way to deal with people. Cuz it really sucked when she manipulated me and tried to use my silence as agreement or when he used me to make him feel better about himself until he got he shit together and got that boost from others.  It was hard when I realised she wasn’t who I thought she was, or he vanished the second I truly needed a friend.  It’s easy to get all dark cloudy about it.

But I was missing a very important piece of this whole experiment; I had tried. I had let others in. And yeah, it absolutely sucked a few times. And yeah, it wasn’t cool to realise that I may have misread or misunderstood some people. But I was okay. The world had not ended. And there were people that I let in and it was so worth it. People who I’d kept at arms length. People who I’ve grown to love and trust, people who love and trust me.

People who I never would’ve given a chance to before.

I’m not going to suddenly just let down my guard. I’m not going to trust everyone I talk to, meet or spend time with.

But I am willing to give them a try.