Fuck My Boundaries? No, Fuck You!
Usually, nothing in this life surprises me, I mean nothing, but lately people’s audacity has baffled me in ways that I never imagined. The way that my boundaries are being tested confirms for me that I should hold no guilt for not wanting to fuck with them ever. There are plenty of muthafuckas that make themselves so difficult to like.
Why?
Your guess is as good as mine.
This year, I thought I’d be different, stop isolating and embrace people more, then I did, and eeeeyuck! I spend more time during these interactions attempting to control or censor my mouth than I do genuinely enjoying the moment. Either I lack tolerance and patience, or the world and the human beings occupying it contain no real substance.
Either way, I have been struggling to value the few relationships I have, and that bothers me. I don’t want to be this isolated woman experiencing life and the world on her own, yet I also want deep, intentional relationships. I spent so many of my twenties wasting time with temporary people.
Well….
No time spent with anyone is wasted, whether it’s a lesson or a blessing. I appreciate every moment I’ve shared with people, regardless of the outcome. I’ve just reached a new decade of my life, time has passed, but it hasn’t paused. I crave roots, authenticity, and genuineness.
Is that too much to ask for?
Even if it is, I refuse to compromise, for me, compromising in certain situations is because you think you can’t have it, and I can have anything I want. Including a tribe that balances me with reciprocity, unconditional love, and endless support. Until that tribe finds me, I’ll find my peace from within and keep my boundaries.
Until next time, Scarletts, set boundaries!
