Disappointment and Liberation

I have realized that I am way too nice and accommodating. I have expectations when it comes to friends and family. Mostly I expect them to keep their word and be honest. But, that may be difficult when you have allowed your active imagination to make them into something they never have been.

Let me explain,

I have friends who list all of my accolades and pat my back, but fail to call me on my shit when it is needed. These are not friends, these are cheerleaders. I have friends who express love from their mouths, but never through their intentions or actions. These are not friends these are simply mouthpieces. You know the ones who would never know if you died unless it was posted on FB because they never keep their promise to call you back. I have friends who can't wait to walk down the red carpet with me, but are the first to question or patronize the choices I have to make to get there. These are not friends these or well wishers hoping to catch a chance of standing with you in the sun. I have friends who only call when their life is imploding, but are nowhere to be found when you hit rock bottom nor do they provide a shoulder for you to cry on. These are not friends, these are emotional leeches. And the list does not stop there, but you get the point.

I have realized that the disappointment that I have felt and continue to experience at the hands of these charlatans is my own fault. And it is time to release them. I shed a few friends each year. Shit, to be truthful, I shed them each quarter because shit happens. And when you wake up from your imagination the truth can hurt your eyes since you have been in the dark for so long.

Maya Angelou's words always ring true, "When people show you who they are the first time believe them." When someone continues to skip out on the bill, do not expect something different the next time. When someone is genuinely unhappy when you are happy, you may have to limit that contact in order to maintain your joy. When someone cannot commit to see you in the flesh or pick up the phone (texting does not count) because life happens or they are too busy, that is okay too. That is God's way of keeping ten out of your life and you are simply too hardheaded to heed the signs.

I am too smart, beautiful, nice, accommodating, and yes, I prefer the high road to cussing you out in public, and none of that makes me weak or deserving of BS. It makes me simply not give a flying fuck. And that is liberating.