Your tea is too strong.

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I have come to accept that I may not be your cup of tea... Instead, I am a strong cup with some milk. You like yours weak. My strength cannot be watered down for your taste. I will remain strong and sweet. And you may not like it that way. 

Neither am I your favourite meal. I cannot be served in portions and discarded when you have had enough to eat. I am rich in flavour. I am spicy yet kind to your taste buds, so that the one who may have me, will taste in abundance and even when sated, will continue wanting more of my flavour. But not everyone can eat.

I am not your favourite soapie with a story line you are able to predict, that merely provides 30 minutes of entertainment and leaves you wanting more. Waiting for the next instalment. Although you already know what is about to come. I am not here for your entertainment. 

People will enter your life and think they know you. And when they realise you are not to be boxed in, or do not taste the way they had thought, they will attempt to alter you. They will try to water you down. Or change your flavour. Or switch you on and off. And when you refuse to adapt, they will act out. They will call you names. They will insult you. All because you remain true to your flavour. 

Let me tell you something. You are not for everyone. At any given moment, you can choose to let people know this. If they do not add any positivity in your life, let them go. If they drain you of your energy, let them go. If they steal your joy, let them go. If they belittle you, let them go. If they attack your character, let them go. But remember, you do not lack anything. They are just not for you. And you are not for them. 

Honey, you are more than sugar and spice and all things nice. 

I wrote this because the other day I had a conversation with a man. He asked why I do not want him. I tried being nice about it even when he became a little obsessive. When my responses did not sit well with him, I was told 'you're actually a bitch, I don't know why I entertained you for so long.' I laughed and blocked him. I was not angry. I did not curse or scream and shout. I realised I was not who he thought I am and when he could not alter this, he became angry. The problem was not me. My tea was just too strong for him. He could not handle it.

So today, remember that you are not for everyone, and that's okay. 
You are strong and filled with flavour. 
You are not a temporary source of entertainment for anyone. 
You are not a phase. 
You are not a light that is to be switched on and off at the convenience of others. 
You are not a soapie to be played at intervals. 
And if they do not realise this, if they try to change you and make you fit their mould, if they want to attack you because you are not who they want you to be, then remember this honey...

Your tea is simply too strong for them. 


Take Care


Miss Stone 

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