The Proof is in the Mood!

The best piece of advice that I've ever received had to come from my mom a few months ago. It wasn't anything too complex or even unheard of before, but when she said it, I know I stopped dead in my tracks - and to this day I swear she's the most intelligent woman I know, have heard of or read about. Earlier this year when she could tell it was something I needed to hear, she looked me dead in my face and said: "When someone shows you who they are - believe them" Very simple in theory, very difficult to execute.

I swear when she said this I felt just like Miranda did when Carrie's new boyfriend told her that the reason her recent date didn't come up and stay the night after what Miranda thought was a "great date" wasn't because he was on deadline at work like he'd wanted her to believe. No, the reason was simple - he just wasn't that into her. Carrie originally tried to hush her new boy toy, I'm assuming it was because she thought that his response to Miranda was far too harsh, especially to a woman's pride. But if my memory serves me correct, Miranda was thrilled at the news. Why? Because in a nutshell it was very refreshing not having to decode and sift through all the bullshit possibilities and reasons why her interest at hand didn't "work out."

I think its human nature, or even now that I think about it, possibly more woman nature to always try to associate, pinpoint and attach a feeling behind action. Namely, action coming from a man. However, you would think that with the combination of advice from my mom and Carrie's at-the-time-boyfriend, recognizing who someone is before its too late should be a simple task. No cigar!

I met someone - and even if he hadn't told me that he was moody within the first couple of dates I would have been able to figure it out in a heartbeat. I should have know to leave right then and there. But of course I went against my inner voice. It's not that I didn't believe him, because I knew from the start that he was the kind of man who was definitely in touch with himself and what he wanted. It was more wishful thinking on my part. Being a fixer at heart - I only took so much of what he said at face value, completely disregarding or considering the fact that in his 28 years of life it's not something he thought should be fixed. It's as if finding out the truth about someone within the first few dates of knowing them, couldn't possibly be accurate. The hunt, the chase, the "beginning" stage is over, so even though someone tells you from jump who or what they are - most people don't want to accept it.

Why is it that you can know something from the very start, go against any piece of tarnished instinct you have left, and have the nerve to have your jaw hanging open when a person of interest (man or woman) does exactly what they always said they would? Are we too busy trying to craft people into who and what we want them to be, that we overlook and blatantly ignore who they say they are and what they want to do just to appease our selfish needs? Life would be Jay Z's figurative beach chair if we merely accepted people we encountered for who they are - especially when they tell us so.