The term, "Bull in a China Shop" describes me perfectly. I bluster through life with absolutely no consideration for delicate objects around me. I say and do what I'm thinking when or how it occurs to me. I've always been impulsive. I've been told I'm impulsive...accused would probably be a better term. I don't like being accused of anything. Unfortunately, being impulsive is one of my many downfalls.
I've jumped into pools from rooftops. Thrown an expensive ruby ring into the sea because I felt the romance of the moment compelled me to do it. Based on the horrified look on my boyfriend's face, he apparently did not feel the same way. I slapped my husband's face not once, not twice, but three times only to gauge his reaction. Surprisingly, it was NOT a pleasant reaction. And now, after struggling through a few misunderstandings and miscues with one of my best friends - the most impulsive thing I've ever done is I've given up a friendship. I tossed in the towel. AND the ugly and most shameful admission is that I didn't have the courage to tell her to her face; I did this nastiness in a text message.
How can I say I love someone one day and then the next just give up? Love isn't easy. It's not supposed to be; especially between two bullheaded, Bipolar, stubborn idiots like us.
So, this bullheaded, Bipolar, stubborn red-headed idiot says she's sorry from the bottom of her heart. Where's Lucy without Ethel? And, after all, I'm only Lucy because you talked me into dying my hair red.
I don't expect you to forgive and forget. Just understand that I am who I am. I'm also trying to understand you. Everyday there's a new dimension to my Blackbird that I've never seen before. I also know you have a beautiful voice and I'm glad you're finally sharing it. Now if I can just learn to shut the Hell up for more than five minutes at a time...
Thank you for sending me this song once upon a time. It rings more true today than ever before.