My band of broken men
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this but I’m perpetually single. I say that not with regret or sorrow, but rather with acceptance. I quite enjoy my single life, the freedom I have to do who, what, when I want. I rarely get lonely because I have so many great people in my life that all my needs are met. Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I don’t at least attempt relationships on occasion. I’ve noticed something through my pondering on my past relationships. I’ve left behind me a band of no longer broken men.
I somewhat fancy myself a healer and this bleeds over into my personal life. I tend to get involved with broken men, men I want to help, to fix. I realize this could be unhealthy for me, but I still do it regardless. The funny part is that generally my “fixing” works, and once we go our separate ways the men succeed at relationships and life. I’ve often wondered why I can’t find someone who is not broken, who is already complete and whole. I guess I realize now that I have two choices – Continue getting involved with broken men and remain single, or change my mind – literally change the way my mind thinks and instead of looking for someone to fix look for someone to share with.
Part of the reason I haven’t taken the second option is because I do actually enjoy being single. I also get bored quickly (I like to say I have a short attention span) and I’ve yet to find someone who can hold my interest for longer than a few years, most often not longer than a few months. Also, until recently I haven’t really been in a position to look for someone who is of the quality I would want to share my life with. In other words, I’m still learning to adjust to my newly raised social standing. I’m not quite sure where to find men of the caliber I would want.
As far as the broken men go – I suppose that I get some type of pleasure from knowing that they’ve learned and grown from their experiences with me and are now able to go on to share that learning and growth with someone else who would need it. For now – I’m still in communication with many of them, some sporadic, some not so much. Still a friend and willing and able to help them whenever and wherever I can. Silver lining? It helps me hone my healing and life coaching skills.
Posted on March 28, 2013, in Prose and tagged Broken men, Family, God, Health, Home, love, Men, Mental Health, People, Relationship, Relationships, Religion and Spirituality, Self-Help, Women. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.