Adventures with Ms Thang

Adventures with Ms. Thang (including why she has such a low self-opinion).

In high school, they all lined up and duked it out, deciding amongst themselves, who was going to date her next. A few times, she was tricked into going out with one, by the guy whose place was after that one… just so his turn would come up sooner. Once, she skipped a guy on down the line, and he did his best to make her life a living hell for his last semester.

Something happened to Ms. Thang in college. She thought she was in love, thought she would stay in Michigan for the rest of her life. So she gave up on adventure, preferring instead, to cook meals for her groom, work to pay his way through college, and suffer through more cold winters than she could ever care to do.

Instead of a boring life, she felt like someone was standing behind her with a hot poker, threatening all kinds of pain if she didn’t get on with her life (damn it!), go back to school, get the career of her dreams, become a mommy, live on a ranch with animals for the kids… you know… the “American Dream”, as it were.

And back to school she went, so driven to do the right thing; she barely took the time to have fun! Someone inspired her to go farther from home than she ever thought possible… Well, it was a mix of cancer and someone wonderful, which helped her to realize that the world is big, but that you can always have adventures and still come home.

So she suffered through a decade of that marriage, and became what most would term a woman as the B word (she’s proud of it… because powerful men are called “respectable” so in her eyes, “Bitch” means “Respectable”). But it still hurts her feelings.

Now she’s 1500 miles away from “before” and 2000 miles away from “beginning”… but it’s close to her heart. Three things happened to Ms. Thang today, that made her wonder if she’s still “got it” like she did in school. Oh no no… she’s not interested in the line-up… but it still made her smile.

But why is she insecure? Because everyone always fails eventually… right? The fear of having faith in what she wants sometimes paralyzes her. Just today, she tried breaking out of the box, and she found out that the box had been laid in dog-poo. Great. It was counteracted by other good things, so today is a wash.

Seriously though: how does she create faith? A thought skittered across her mind:

“Friendship, Love and Fidelity”…