The start of another week. I wish there was something I liked to do in my spare time other than stay home and enjoy my own company. There is just something about not having to pretend with others that brings me so much joy. This is something I’ve always known I did but never verbally formed the words until yesterday when I was speaking to my mother.
I kind of knew but didn’t want to face the fact that I put on with others. Part of this is because I feel like I need to be liked by everyone. Over time that feeling of needing to be liked is starting to change. I’ve realized that it takes too much effort for everyone to like you. Main reason; you’re constantly denouncing yourself so that you can appease someone else. Where is the true reward in doing that. The older I get the more I realize the real great feelings come when you are true to yourself and don’t allow the opinions of others to sway the way you think or what you think of.
Over the past few weeks I’ve realized there are a lot of things that don’t move me like it moves others around me. When this happened I tried to reevaluate the situation, trying to figure out if there was something I missed. Once I did I realized I still felt the same. What I got upset about was only a formality for them. The one thing I don’t like is verbal and physical disrespect. Really verbal over anything. And in this situation the person experiencing the verbal disrespect didn’t fret over it. The were more upset about the act of disrespect that took place after the verbal disrespect.
Honestly the whole situation was messed up, but the verbal would have pissed me off more.
Either way, disrespect is disrespect. None of it is okay.