I am a terrible person. If I said that out loud, I would be met with scores of replies from friends who think I am just having a bad day, or being just a little insecure. But I can trust you guys to take me at my word - I am a bad person. Not in an "everyone's a sinner" kind of way, but in a truly horrible "I hurt the people around me" kind of way. The part of me that still feels like I must always tell the truth shudders a little when truth or dare comes around, and I thank my lucky stars that everybody knows me as more of a "dare" kind of gal. If everyone knew all my secrets, I doubt I would have a friend left in all the world. So of course, I will not reveal them here, since as it is, I think you guys will forgive me. But they trouble me. I do not want to hurt people. My impulsiveness gets me into more scrapes than I can get out of, and there are some I don't want to. But I hate to hurt people. And so it happens that I have done some painful things and have never told a soul. I remember a long time ago when I was talking to someone (whom I ended up dating for well over two years), he asked me to tell him something about myself. He reminded me of this a year or so back and what I said still haunts me, because I didn't realize how true it was at the time. I looked him dead in the eye and said, "I could lie through my teeth about anything I like, and you would never, ever know."
What possessed me to say that, I don't know, but it's true. I am a much better liar than I ever gave myself credit for. But I don't like it. I'm uncomfortable every time I do it. Sometimes I just feel like it is more selfish to tell; to relieve the tension you feel by telling someone something that will only hurt them. I know that in some part I am being a coward by not saying anything, but I can't bring myself to hurt them with something that is no longer even relevant; to break their hearts so that I can sleep a little better. They did nothing to deserve the pain and I should be tossing in my bed with guilt weighing me down like a cinderblock.
And even with this self-condemnation comes a sense of elation - I am happy. There is nothing I deserve less, but the crazy, everything-is-alright feeling that comes with loving someone, whether or not they feel the same, fills me with a secret joy that I revel in every day. I laugh and scream with abandon, and run as yesterday chases me into tomorrow, with all its sweet surprises and thrilling conquests. I am a wreck of a human being, and intense stress has become part of my daily life, but I am on top of the whole wide world.
And the world wants me, I know it. I belong in it. The mountains call me with their wind and daredevil drops, and the valleys sing every time they see me, and the oceans drag me out to their depths with every wave that lifts me off my feet. Someday, I may let it happen. Just let the wild heights and the greenness hold me until the day I die; let the starry purple skies and the water nymphs take me to their home and keep me forever.
Because I know, somehow, that they have already forgiven me.
This essay was written by one of the sweetest ladies you will ever know. Her heart is so huge that it can cover a whole person. When you know her, you see her faults and know her for them. And you know her for a million more things. Fierceness is nowhere more beautiful than in this lady. She is a shiny star even in her dimmest hours.
This is incredibly powerful
This is incredibly powerful and honest. I don't think I could write so clearly about myself at this point in my life.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Beautiful, honest work,
Beautiful, honest work, Bridget. Made all the more special by the note from Keri at the end. I love the imagery in this as well. Your word choice was excellent and really, this read almost like poetry. Thank you for sharing.
To give credit where it is
To give credit where it is due: The heartwarming note found below the post was written by my lovely friend Keri, who never has given up on me and is probably the most endearing creature I know.
"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya