There is a Spanish song that says, “quien te hace llorar es quien te ama,” the one who makes you cry is the one who loves you.
It is a very famous tune and I’ve always enjoyed its beat, but I must say the song’s philosophy is a stinky pile of drunkard’s crap. The ones who make us cry are NOT the ones who love us, but the ones we let. And to make things worse, most times, the individuals we allow to step all over us happen to be the ones WE love.
Yes, I’m a little hurt right now. I shouldn’t be, but I’m human and every once in while I tend to forget the basic rules for survival. You are probably pissed off, and in serious need of an explanation, aren’t you? Sorry, I can’t stop being me just because I’m upset.
Here is the short account. A few of the most important people in my life care little about my writing, so I don’t share it with them. They can read what I post online, like the rest of the world, but they won’t get a word directly from me.
Today, someone stumbled upon my writing site and emailed one of the important people in my life. I will share part of the message because, well, reading the words makes me feel better:
“Dear X, I knew Maggy excelled in academia, the Marines and can dance like a flame, but I didn’t know she was an artist. So proud of our little Fireball.”
The email is longer, but the bits about climbing trees, hunting birds with slingshots and stealing mangoes when we were kids don’t apply to this post.
The important person in my life called me and shared the email. I was excited about the message, but more about the call… at least for a little while. My mirth was killed when the caller said, “I don’t know why Z is so happy. I’ll celebrate when I see the money.”
I ended the call without saying goodbye. I went for a long walk, and plotted a new scene for The Haunting. Then I reminded myself why I don’t share my passion with some of the people I love: they just don’t know me all that well, even if they want to pretend they do. And, of course, there is the bullshit about the one who makes me cry being the one who loves me. What a load…