Cutters..
Cutters are people who self-inflict pain to make them feel good. I will call them several things throughout this post: gluttons for pain, chronic bleeders, and, of course, idiots.
I don't mean to disrespect a mental disorder, but I don't understand this. Why would you want to ruin yourself at the hands of yourself? I know that emotions cloud regularly 20/20 vision, but where the hell does your logic go? You want to hurt yourself over and over again? What the hell does that fix? Do you really feel better after you see blood?
I have talked recently about how women (and men) need to stay away from those individuals who are no good for them. The ones that are poison. This post is about the people who see poison and keep sampling as if the poison will one day change to ambrosia.
Pause: I don't believe that people change, the way you are now is the way that you will be (especially if you have hit 30). Situations do, however, change when the people in charge of the situation decide that it's time.
Women have a tendency to do this more often than men. I sat down with Sherlock, and discussed women as a whole as well as some personal situations.
I'll start with a less personal situation.
A friend of mine called me (we'll call her Baby B) and said that she thought her man was cheating on her. She didn't have any concrete evidence, but she just knew.
Pause: I'm not the suspicious type of person. It isn't my style, but I also get these gut instincts. Don't let it go ladies, but don't make a scene about it either. Do some quiet investigations and ask some very clever questions. Men almost always tell on themselves, especially if they don't have a reason to feel threatened. Gestapo-like questioning is going to put anyone on defense. Make him think the ball is still in his court (anything that I say that is geared toward men can also be reciprocated towards females).
So Baby B says to me, I'm going to go through his phone. I AM NEVER AN ADVOCATE OF GOING THROUGH SOMEONE'S PHONE. I have done that once in my life to gather information and regretted it. Why? Because the shit is painful. By the time I get to the point where I feel like I NEED to go through someone's phone, they have usually given me enough doubt that I don't want to be bothered anymore anyways. I do, however, understand the need to know.
So she goes through the phone, and, of course, she finds all of the ammunition that she needed to bust him. Should have been end of story right? Wrong!
Here comes the dumb part. She begins to call the numbers belonging to the women that he's stepping outside of his relationship to see. Fucking glutton for pain. You already have all that you need--you're making it worse on yourself.
#75 is another prime example of a cutter. When I decided to not talk to him anymore, he called me. Not once, not 20 times. He called me for 72 hours straight--around the clock. He filled up my voicemail, and if I didn't have unlimited text messages, I would have been pissed because that's all he did for 2 months. I never answered. I never responded. What the hell! Let it go brother.
Sherlock has an interesting theory about handling problems as they arise. She says give it 72 hours. The first 24 can be dedicated to being sad and wallowing in your own regret. The next 48 are used to make decisions and address the situation. You have to take the time to talk it out with yourself. Once your 72 hours have ended, so have the situation. It's time to move on.
I think this is a good rule of thumb.
I have been lied to by one of the numbers. When the story came out (told by the number himself) I sat on the floor of Sherlock's living room cried and ran through every worst possible scenario. I cut myself over and over. It happens to the best of us.
Pause: This is usually where I would insert a number, but I am only 40 hours into my 72. I haven't finished being hurt by this lie. I haven't come to any decisions. I may need more time than the allotted 72 to make up my mind about how I am going to handle this situation.
I have been writing EVERYTHING down, and, frankly, I'm exhausted.
Since everything is so emotional still, I'm going to wait to tell you this story. But honestly, I can't wait to tell it, numbers and all.
Until, next time.
I don't mean to disrespect a mental disorder, but I don't understand this. Why would you want to ruin yourself at the hands of yourself? I know that emotions cloud regularly 20/20 vision, but where the hell does your logic go? You want to hurt yourself over and over again? What the hell does that fix? Do you really feel better after you see blood?
I have talked recently about how women (and men) need to stay away from those individuals who are no good for them. The ones that are poison. This post is about the people who see poison and keep sampling as if the poison will one day change to ambrosia.
Pause: I don't believe that people change, the way you are now is the way that you will be (especially if you have hit 30). Situations do, however, change when the people in charge of the situation decide that it's time.
Women have a tendency to do this more often than men. I sat down with Sherlock, and discussed women as a whole as well as some personal situations.
I'll start with a less personal situation.
A friend of mine called me (we'll call her Baby B) and said that she thought her man was cheating on her. She didn't have any concrete evidence, but she just knew.
Pause: I'm not the suspicious type of person. It isn't my style, but I also get these gut instincts. Don't let it go ladies, but don't make a scene about it either. Do some quiet investigations and ask some very clever questions. Men almost always tell on themselves, especially if they don't have a reason to feel threatened. Gestapo-like questioning is going to put anyone on defense. Make him think the ball is still in his court (anything that I say that is geared toward men can also be reciprocated towards females).
So Baby B says to me, I'm going to go through his phone. I AM NEVER AN ADVOCATE OF GOING THROUGH SOMEONE'S PHONE. I have done that once in my life to gather information and regretted it. Why? Because the shit is painful. By the time I get to the point where I feel like I NEED to go through someone's phone, they have usually given me enough doubt that I don't want to be bothered anymore anyways. I do, however, understand the need to know.
So she goes through the phone, and, of course, she finds all of the ammunition that she needed to bust him. Should have been end of story right? Wrong!
Here comes the dumb part. She begins to call the numbers belonging to the women that he's stepping outside of his relationship to see. Fucking glutton for pain. You already have all that you need--you're making it worse on yourself.
#75 is another prime example of a cutter. When I decided to not talk to him anymore, he called me. Not once, not 20 times. He called me for 72 hours straight--around the clock. He filled up my voicemail, and if I didn't have unlimited text messages, I would have been pissed because that's all he did for 2 months. I never answered. I never responded. What the hell! Let it go brother.
Sherlock has an interesting theory about handling problems as they arise. She says give it 72 hours. The first 24 can be dedicated to being sad and wallowing in your own regret. The next 48 are used to make decisions and address the situation. You have to take the time to talk it out with yourself. Once your 72 hours have ended, so have the situation. It's time to move on.
I think this is a good rule of thumb.
I have been lied to by one of the numbers. When the story came out (told by the number himself) I sat on the floor of Sherlock's living room cried and ran through every worst possible scenario. I cut myself over and over. It happens to the best of us.
Pause: This is usually where I would insert a number, but I am only 40 hours into my 72. I haven't finished being hurt by this lie. I haven't come to any decisions. I may need more time than the allotted 72 to make up my mind about how I am going to handle this situation.
I have been writing EVERYTHING down, and, frankly, I'm exhausted.
Since everything is so emotional still, I'm going to wait to tell you this story. But honestly, I can't wait to tell it, numbers and all.
Until, next time.
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