Wednesday, April 18, 2012

I wanted to just comfort-food it up...

So earlier, I saw that someone had called me a mean name and I wanted to get depressed about it. However, the more I thought about it, and as much as I wanted to just have a good pity party, I only got angry.

What made me mad wasn't the name. If it had only been the mean-spirited name, I'd probably just be sad. It was the explanation behind it that got me. The explanation that I can't take people speaking the truth as they see it about me. The truth is, I can't take ppl speaking the truth as they see it about me when they are upset and angry and convinced that they are right and their logic is infallible and won't listen to any explanation (except their own) of what was going on. I probably won't be the first to admit I have faults, but I'll probably be at least the 2nd or 3rd and am definitely aware of my issues and working on them.

I have a minor pet peeve of people demanding that I be able to fly before I can even walk or jump. I have made SO MUCH progress since I started shutting out those comments/that advice. The ones demanding that I forgive before I am able in order to assuage their conscience, the ones who think that letting go of an abusive past is as easy as dropping a scalding hot pocket, a phone, a ball, a plate, or soap instead of the difficulty of removing something that's been surgically implanted (but harder b/c you can't see it or touch it)--The ones who ignore the progress I've made already and demand that I get over the more trivial issues (maybe not realizing that as a result, I'd have to ignore the larger, overlying issue that is causing the smaller issues in the first place), those are the most dangerous in my world.

Anyways < /rant >



EDIT:
I didn't stop being angry until I was looking at a picture of them and then clicking through, unwillingly remembering how blissfully happy I had been. Now -that's- something I miss. That and knowing that we probably won't ever be friends again because of how everything ended up turning out. Those are both heartbreaking.

1 comment:

2DollarBill said...

:( Now I wish to give you a hug or stay up late talking or something. (Which, I will call you sometime, this week is just CRAZY busy).