Prop up

This is an old post I wrote and never published, but I thought it was funny:

Have you ever unknowingly propped someone up? Whether it was a friendship or a relationship, you were the glue that pretty much held the other person together. Yeah, I don't know what it is but I seem to attract these types. I don't know why they're in need of propping up but when the alliance/association ends, these people fall all the way apart to the extent that they are unrecognizable.

In the course of the friendship or relationships, I merely make suggestions or really, just talk outloud about what the other person "might" want to consider doing or exploring. It's just talk. You don't have to do it, not for me anyway. I went out with one guy on maybe two dates. Two years later, he called to tell me that he enrolled in law school as the result of a conversation we had. Said guy, who ordered coffee as his beverage of choice with an In-n-Out burger on one of our dates, was not my type. Our encounter was so brief that its hard to believe that I had that much influence...I think he was calling to brag, like "Bish, look what you missed." But all I could recall was that he ordered coffee with an In-n-Out burger.

The Plunge

I took the plunge, or rather a couple of plunges....I ditched a "boyfriend" and got a puppy! Yea! for the former and double Yea! for the latter. The "boyfriend", and I use that term loosely hence the quotes, turned out to be so typical and un-unicorn-like that he had to go. Too messy, too much baggage that he wasn't trying to unpack. I have too much opportunity, too much potential, too many sunrises and sunsets to see to be bogged down in his garbage or to cosign on his need to maintain his status quo, as dysfunctional as it is/was. Yeah, I 'm venting but bear with me because I do have a point...I think. I think my point is good riddance to bad rubbish. Kick rocks, don't let the door hit ya, you can't have the best of me.

My big ol fluffy, black as coal Goldendoodle, Leo, can have all of me though. That's my dog and my dawg! Sometimes I look at his big ol black mass stretched out on my light colored carpet and just beam at his cuteness. Then I start picking up all the little blades of grass that he carried in on his curly "fro-ish" coat. He looks at me and I look at him and "we" know we've got each others back. He understands that I'm looking after him when I feed him, pick up his poop and wipe the junk out his eyes(that's that poodle side of him). I understand that he's looking after me when barks his puppyish yet gruff bark when he hears or sees something that doesn't fit. When I come home from work, he does this doggy talk thingy that I find so adorable but I bet he is somehow trying establishing some dominance...I'll let that slide for now though because he's my Leo, he's my dawg and he rocks!