Either Side of the Icky

Now that I’ve been trying so ardently to remove what I’ve coined the “icky” people from my life, I’ve noticed that my own desire to be a nice human has gone into overdrive.

Not to say that I can’t also be “icky” myself, no, this isn’t an attempt to put myself up on a self-righteous pedestal. (I will totally call my own self out when I catch myself being a shitty human.)

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Let’s say, if I’m reading a blog post and the person writes that they are suffering with depression symptoms, my first thought is to comfort them. I quickly do an inventory list of the things that I could do to help, from offering my email address to giving the usual cyber hug, which is always a kind gesture, but doesn’t do all that much, realistically speaking.

If the person is in physical pain, I’ll feel my hand reaching for my bottle of Ultram, although I know that I can’t just magically send them one of my pills (hurry the fuck up, technology!) and then I realize what a lucky soul I am to even have some relief at hand myself in this just suffer and suck it up world that we now live in.

My sense of guilt takes over and then I am sad.

If the person is homeless, the thought instantly crosses my mind to invite them into my modest little condo. They can sleep on my couch (as long as they don’t mind the robust odor of dog) and then I’ll cook something for them, like a grilled cheese with tomato slices.

Something comforting.

Then reality sets in. I can’t do that. I mean, sure, I could. But that would just be crazy, right?

I cannot save everyone, but fucking hell, my default reaction cares not about the details nor my sanity level.

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Can you believe this pretty gift is just a box of tampons?

My ultra sensitive (empath) nature (turn off that news report about those two dogs left to starve in that house, please) is now in full swing mode. I feel sometimes that my emotions will take over my brain and completely conquer my entire being as its own. Just stick a white flag inside my grey matter and start building tiny houses, a church and maybe even a library.


I’ve had to remove some people from my life in recent months. They no longer cared about me as a fellow human and that was, of course, their right to do so. They stopped offering me a shoulder to cry on, a pain pill to ease my ouchies, a couch to rest my weary head upon or even a plain cheese sandwich.

That doesn’t mean that they wouldn’t do all of those things for a different person, just not me.

And I no longer have the desire to do any of that for them anymore, either.

I find it interesting how we humans can pick and choose, seemingly at random, who we no longer give a rats ass about anymore. If we use asshat as an example (oh, I hear you saying, but must we, Mer? Yes, it’s free therapy!) I believe that his last fuck for me (which were few to begin with) was the day of my suicide attempt.

If he had truly ever given a damn about me in the past, then that fateful day was the last straw for him. Like he’d informed my mom, he had not signed up for this bullshit and then he skipped away, horny and guiltless, to go diddle his mentally stable, yet morally bankrupt, tramp.

Well, guess what, buddy? I hadn’t signed up for YOUR bullshit, so fuh you.

Once I’m able to forgive myself for staying in a dead relationship, my hatred will hopefully dissipate  somewhat (a great opinion from my daughter, the future shrink) and I’ll be left with good, old-fashioned pity for asshat and whoever the poor woman is that he’s suckered into being with him.

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Baby, your breath smells like beef jerky and infidelity.

My love for him had turned cold long before my suicide attempt in 2015, if I’m to be honest here. I mean, after being mistreated for so many years and ignored emotionally, mentally, plus physically, it was impossible to really love him with any authenticity.

It was a counterfeit union from the start, built on lies, illusions and plenty of selfishness on his end. He provided me with endless stress and fully contributed to my health problems, of this fact I have no doubt.

During his absence these last few months, I’ve discovered that I don’t miss him at all. Most of my lingering issues have to do with not seeing the truth sooner and wasting my precious time with someone so vomitous. It was one of the occasions where my need to be a good human kicked me in my own ass.


Why did my old best friend from high school not contact me while she was in town for at least a month, so that we could grab some lunch together and reminisce about the past?

That’s an easy answer. She simply stopped wanting to be a part of my life, but didn’t want to admit to it. Her reasons are a mystery to me, but I will no longer tolerate her tepid, on again, off again “friendship.” Things hadn’t been good between us for at least a decade or more and even before that, there was a whole lot of judging going on.

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Why yes, I DO already have a new boyfriend.

Honestly, it’s not all that much of a loss. It’s kind of like holding on to a string that no longer has a kite attached to it.

I see no point anymore in clinging to people who don’t add anything worthwhile to my existence on this confusing fucking planet.

And vice versa.

Obviously, I stopped adding anything meaningful to her life, hence her failing to acknowledge me on her visit home. I wish her well, I truly do, but our time together here has officially ended.

I need to put our tumultuous 28 year alliance to beddy-bye, this time around, for good.


I’m cordial to my neighbor now, but only because he lives next door to me and I feel like that’s the best course of action to take with this guy. We’re no longer close like we were, once I realized back in April that just being around him made me sick, like he was a gigantic piece of toxic mold.

I also wish him the best, but I really don’t want to be a part of his narcissistic drama drenched life. It’s always something with that kid and although I don’t want anything bad to happen to him, I also need to keep myself blissfully aloof.

I’ve had enough of that sort of nastiness to last me the rest of my life.


And then there was the friend who had absolutely no boundaries to speak of. I gave so much of myself to this person, my time and loyalty, only in the end to be slapped so hard by her that I saw teary eyed stars.

I was stunned and shocked, not knowing how to react to her insensitivity and insincere apology for a few days, until I took a hard look at the relationship (a blog friend, by the way) and then slammed the door on it.

I’ve had to use the INFJ Door Slam a few times in my life in order to protect my well-being. It’s not a kind thing to do, in fact, it’s downright nasty, but for a person like me, it’s sometimes a necessary evil.

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Continued communication with someone who has blistered my heart and soul in such a nonchalant way is disagreeable to my mental health.


After all of this talk of instinctively wanting to help people and then the admittance of my recent discovery that not everyone is meant to stay in my life permanently, I’d like to point out that there’s not one of us who hasn’t been another’s “icky” peep.

Yes, this includes me. You. That lady who cut in front of you on the highway. The man who gave you the evil eye because you accidentally bumped into his shopping cart while you were checking out the rump roasts.

We’ve all been somebody’s icky.

Now, if you’re feeling depressed, my inbox is always open and I have cyber hugs too.

If you’re in pain, I’m sorry. I understand, sadly, how that feels. Please don’t give up.

If you’re homeless, I hope you find a safe place to sleep. If you live in Cleveland, I may just let you sleep on my couch, because fuck it. I hope you like your bread with the crusts intact.

And if you find yourself on either side of the icky, I wish you peace, love and hopefully, eventually…forgiveness.

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Please Read: Help for Dawn

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I’m sad to report that only myself and my friend Cheryl, who did the majority of the work putting this together for our friend, have donated. I do not normally get involved in things like this, but Dawn means so much to me and honestly, her situation at present moment makes me cry.


My friend Cheryl and I have been blog friends these last few months with a beautiful soul, a proud transgender woman named Dawn, who resides in Florida.

Dawn is going through some extremely hard times right now, as she is homeless and has several chronic health conditions. Because we both love and care for her, we have decided to team up and create a GoFundMe account for her.

If you’d like to donate (any amount is appreciated!) please click here.

If you are unable to donate, we’re asking if you could please share this on Facebook, Twitter or a reblog.

I was the first to donate, $10 is all that I can spare right now. I only wish that I could help her more.

Nobody belongs on the streets. If we can all pitch in a bit, we might be able to offer this inspiring and lovely human being some much needed hope.

Thank you.

Mer

Please Read: Help for Dawn

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My friend Cheryl and I have been blog friends these last few months with a beautiful soul, a proud transgender woman named Dawn, who resides in Florida.

Dawn is going through some extremely hard times right now, as she is homeless and has several chronic health conditions. Because we both love and care for her, we have decided to team up and create a GoFundMe account for her.

If you’d like to donate (any amount is appreciated!) please click here.

If you are unable to donate, we’re asking if you could please share this on Facebook, Twitter or a reblog.

I was the first to donate, $10 is all that I can spare right now. I only wish that I could help her more.

Nobody belongs on the streets. If we can all pitch in a bit, we might be able to offer this inspiring and lovely human being some much needed hope.

Thank you.

Mer