How is it I always attract the "dysfunctional"? Is it because I am good at it, facilitating it, looking past it and at the good? The wise? The kind?! I look at my dog and see that again we have the dysfunctional!!! Why do I always have to do that, my road leads down the many paths and winding roads to who is more weird so Renee can take care of them. She knows how, God made her OVER COMPASSIONATE, and she gets to find the balance. WTF I say, why TF! Ugh...
For the benefit of some people I know and to my dismay at other times...
My first memory of befriending the outcast was in elementary school. There was a girl that got picked on named Roberta. Who would ever name there child Roberta? To my memory there wasn't anything different about her than anyone else I was in school with but she became a target of ridicule. My instinct was to become her friend, her compadre, in an effort to make her life more normal, in an effort to be the one that reflected back that she was normal. In essence to say Love yourself, you are fine and you are more than they make you out to be. I thought my classmates to be very mean and created this friendship on her behalf, not because I ever really was drawn to her as a like minded person but in an effort to shield her pain with a reflection of hope.
Then ther was this guy who would come in for coffee every morning at "Cafe Pateen"* and he was so angry every time he came in that I made it my goal to be kind to him every time he came in no matter what he said or how he looked at me and become his comapadre. He eventually softened to me and came to be quite kind to me... My efforts had worked.... What posessed me to do that I am not sure. There was no premeditated outcome to it in the end. He wasn't even remotely close to someone I would choose to become friends with on an ordinary day.
My intense desire to make people feel good, feel good about themselves and feel accepted, and why? I don't know. I have always thought if I were in a theatre I would be the person running around in the dark backing things up, making scene changes in the dark to make others look better. MMMmmm... thinking pooh is thinking about this one.
Then when I was working at the MIA I met this guy who my manager at the time could not even deal with. He was Chinese and couldn't understand how to run the cash reginster, etc, etc, in this proto type snack shop they were try ing out, so she told me to please train him. This is where we start..."Chan". I just remember thinking this is the skinniest guy I have ever met in my life.
