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You don’t know.

9 Sep

Even when you think you do…

I heard a girl remark this at work a few weeks back and I thought:  “Yes.  Of course!”  And then, I really got it.  Running (and crying- ugh) the other day on the treadmill.  Can you help me I’m bent?  Sometimes movement matters.

Her story went like this:

My lovely got verbally accosted because of her size.

(Do you know that apparently ‘we’ are still allowed to be outwardly mean to overweight people.  Um.  NO.  WE MOST CERTAINLY ARE NOT.  Hint:  Unkindness displayed is always about you.)

And, she did nothing.  At the time.  Then, she proceeded to beat herself up because she did not rebut.  She did not belittle.  She just moved on.  Except she hadn’t.  Not in her mind.

I asked her what she would say.  Not to this silly person (who would not hear it anyway…), but what she would want someone who could hear it to know.  She said this:  “You just don’t know.

Eschewing personal details, as we talked she circled away from anger and hatred to empathy.  My lovely knows her truth and she knows that this verbal accuser’s  judgment was faulty.

And, here’s where it gets better.  My lovely also acknowledged that she’d been him.  And, then she learned.  “You just don’t know.”

I just didn’t know either.  (I’m beginning to think I never know.)  Running that day, recycling my heartbreak YET AGAIN, it occurred to me how cocky I was.

(Sigh.  I am sure I will be again.  I know that…)

I had thought to him- ‘yeah, you’ve been heartbroken but you’ll move on…’

Then, it happened to me.

You just don’t know. 

You never really do. 

That’s why we have eyes.  Ears.  A heart.


Thank you T.  For my empathy.  I’m so sorry I didn’t know…



30 Jun


About the little stuff too.

Or else I’ll run away from you.  Literally.  😛

True story:  I bring interesting men boys into my life.  Usually, not wholly on purpose.  I’m friendly.  I smile.  And, people say I’m kinda cute…

(Thanks people!)

One such person found out I liked to run.  Did I want company?  Not his such company…  BUT.  I’m not good with the ‘nos’.  (My downstairs neighbor says you say ‘yes’ to everything.  I like this.  I try this.  Except when it threatens my self-respect.  Or, when it’s daft.  I do not need to play 9 holes of bar golf…)  And, people are SO interesting.  So, I somehow got a running mate.

Now, I run often.  But not long.  And, not fast.  (At least I didn’t think I ran fast.)  Your girl is only 5’3″.  On a good day… 🙂

So, explain to me how a 6’+ male ‘runner’ can’t keep up?

Oh.  Yeah. Wait.  He’s not a runner.

And, that’s why honesty matters!

He went from ‘runner’ to ‘trotter’ to ‘I’m double your weight.’  Um really?  REALLY?!

Look.  I don’t need a running mate man.  But, if you want to get to know me, get to know me.  HONESTLY.  Lest I run away from you.  Which DID happen.  Hehe…

Here was the crux of it:  I told him- “I’m going to finish my run because this is how I take care of me.”

And I did.

I finished my run and he was waiting for me.  He asked:  ‘When are you going to take me on another four-minute run?’  I told him:  ‘I’m not.  I don’t like leaving people behind.’  Including me.

Honesty.  Matters.