Hello everyone!!
It is a beautiful Sunday morning (all Sunday mornings are beautiful, by the way). I don't get on here as much as I would like, but I've had some rather unruly and mentally-draining business to take care of....which still isn't quite taken care of yet, but in the works.
During this time, I've come up with some material...imagine that!! Woodwork......that "how come no one told me this BEFORE" syndrome. It seems that the woodwork is always hiding people with specific knowledge that would be pertinent to saving you from doing something totally ignorant, but it only lets them out AFTER you're neck-deep in chaos and drama. What's up with that???
Here's my philosophy...the woodwork is the keeper of the skeletons. The skeletons, however, believe they are in control and can come out whenever they see fit....however, the woodwork has a way of opening up and exposing them BEFORE they know what hit them--but this only seems to happen after a tragedy COULD have been averted. I guess we don't ever go looking for these skeletons...I think it is most people's nature to take someone's word for who they are...I mean, they know themselves better than anyone else...but maybe, the woodwork lays wide open the entire time, and we just choose to believe these bony beings are not there in favor of trust that they are not.
Everyone has things from their past that they are not proud of...decisions we've made, things we've done...bad choices. If we understand they were mistakes, and we acknowledge we are NOT what we do or what we have done, and we make sure not to repeat these embarrassing little acts or hastened choices...then we tend to leave them where they were or we may even talk about them in jest....because acceptance of them really makes them somewhat of a past frivolity and the making of the better person we are today. Sometimes, when I bring to the surface of a conversation some of the things I had done--because I really have no shame...people cannot believe that I would do such a thing...or they cannot imagine me being in that place at that time doing what I was doing!! This is what lets ya know that you are not that person...the people who know you now, who see you daily...these are NOT skeletons.
Skeletons are the embodiment of hiding WHO WE REALLY ARE...as opposed to being, living, and sharing who we really are, dumb-ass choices and all. The woodwork serves to open up into REALITY and TRUTH what the keeper is HIDING. There are many soldiers of the woodwork, but they keep their station until they are "called to duty." This happens when an event happens that is similar to a past event involving the same person....or when someone says something about someone that strikes a familiar chord from a past involvement of similar circumstances...then the woodwork army just bans together and comes marching out...with all manner of totally believable and uncanny truths...and you are left there going...REALLY...you expose this all NOW?
Most times, you will get a reply that sounds something like this: "Well, I didn't want to rock the boat" or "I thought you already knew" or "We figured you'd find out on your own eventually." or "we've all always known this about him/her, this or that." Those are trademark woodwork "afterthoughts." And when the shit hits the fan....Whoa...look out....you could get your ass trampled by these soldiers, because THEN, they are on a mission...and this mission, I greatly appreciate...because I am of the belief that everything happens at the exact time it should...even though I would LOVE to change the past and would have loved the chance to do things differently with ALL OF THE PERTINENT INFORMATION...but hey...that's what makes life interesting. You actually find out that the woodwork is there to lean on and help you through it...it offers support during the difficult time of admitting that you have made (yet another) grave mistake. It gives you useful and helpful information to fix the problem...so not all is lost...and then you walk away AGAIN with another lesson learned. This was something that I needed to learn...however, it seems to be set on repeat...so there is obviously SOMETHING that I am missing or WAS missing in all of it.
I believe it is that my philosophy on trust...has been back-asswards....yeah...I always freely give it until I am given reason not to. Maybe I shouldn't trust anyone until THEY give me a reason TO. I mean, it is an earned commodity...and a VERY, VERY precious and valuable one. I thought that it always worked for me...but my buddy "hindsight"..ya know, the very close cousin of the woodwork, bred of the skeletons...tells me "eh...not so much."
So that is it for today...off to polish up some woodwork!! :)
