My car is down for now and I didn't take the time to register my van when I purchased it because we intended for it to be our summer Vendor vehicle so, I'm riding the bus. On my ride home yesterday I reminisced about riding the bus to and from High School. I'm still tickled by the memory of my friends and I referring to that mode of public transportation as an "Iron Pimp". I have no idea where that moniker came from or why it stuck. My best guess is that the bus takes your money then takes you for a ride and usually drops you off short of where you need to be; leaving you to find or make your way to your destination on your own. Oh, and if you pass your stop - that's on you.
I think that one of life passage points into maturity is determined by how we handle or survive being pimped. Being pimped is synonymous with being used, taken for granted.... Those of us who keep our eyes open and remain aware of things that are taking place within and around us normally fair far better than those of us who cry aloud to anyone who will listen - xyz used me... they took advantage of me... I'm hurting because of what they did....
This morning I had to let go of some hurts I have holding too closely because of people who have pimped me. Yesterday I accepted responsibility for my inability, unwillingness, or fear of saying NO - you will not do this to me. Tomorrow, and everyday thereafter, I will keep my eyes open and remain aware of the things that are taking place within and around me. I invite you to do the same.
In joy,
Andrea
2 comments:
I don't think any one likes being pimped. I am way too trusting, but have learned to guard myself a bit and not be a pushover. Hope that all is well.
Hi Syd, I think that learning how to say no and how to focus more on our own best interest is the best thing we can do for ourselves. And, it allows us to help people without hurting ourselves. Thank you very much for your comments. All is well.
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