
I grew up in a house with yelling. Lots of yelling. People would yell and fight, and say things to each other that made the Bundys seem like the Cleavers. Hearing that you were crazy, or telling someone that they were maniacal, was a regular occurrence. Polite conversation, even. And forty minutes later it would be as if nothing had happened.
Now, I'm not here to discuss whether or not this is healthy behavior (because it probably isn't, but I'm not ready to deal with that). The point is that (as I've already mentioned recently), I don't have a hard time saying what I think. Exactly what I think. Maybe sometimes I even intentionally provoke people. Just a little. But it's only because I'm a firm believer in getting shit out--you get the shit out, have your words, and then everyone can carry on with their lives. If you're romantically involved with the shit-ter or shit-tee, you even get to have some of that awesome make-up sex. Bonus!
But sometimes I forget how powerful words can be. And I forget not everyone has the stomach I do. Of course, it's usually with good reason (and a great deal of aggravation) that I bare my teeth...but that's not the point. The point is that sometimes it backfires on me. Some folks see the teeth and instead of growling back they turn tail and run.
And why wouldn't they? I call people emotional cripples then wonder why they don't want to be friends with me. How can I explain this threshhold for brutality to them? How can I say, Just because I hate you doesn't mean I don't love you?
I can't. And I shouldn't. Because if it doesn't make sense now, it probably never will--so I should just let go. And maybe work on letting my head cool before I break out the chainsaw.
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I think it's important to speak the truth... it's the truth and whether you say it or not, it's still the truth. I think a lot of people don't like to hear it because it's someone pointing out something that they themselves don't want to see or admit. But in all likelihood, they know it deep down inside. They just don't like you pointing it out.
I have to say, that since we first met, this has been one of the things that I admire most about you. So, don't go changing it. In the end, you'll just end up with friends who are honest with themselves and understanding of the way that you see the world. That wouldn't be so bad...eh?
Posted by: Nockey on August 8, 2006 01:36 AMMy theory is that you are just fine. People are just too fucking sensitive. And if you keep it inside and don't let it out, than it is like a big lint ball under the couch ... it grows and grows and grows, and pretty soon while you're watching Letterman one night it wiggles its way out and attacks you when you least expect it. Just ask my husband. I keep shit inside sometimes, thinking its easier than the fight that would follow if I let it out, and the next thing you know, I'm crying and screaming at him because he put the dinner forks in the dessert fork slot of the utensil divider. THE INSENSITIVE BASTARD!
I just read 'The Tao of Willie Nelson' and he makes a lot of sense, most of the time. He doesn't say anything particularly revolutionary, he's pretty much stating the obvious but sometimes you need that. To paraphrase wildly, his life was shit until he realised that he was never going to be like everybody else and he was never going to fit in, one day he just started being himself and everything else fell into place. In short then, my own Tao advice is to be true to yourself and if people don't fit in with that then it's simply that they're not the right people. If you're being yourself then they'll find you, like moths to the flame. If you're pretending to be someone else then you might fool them for just long enough for them to pass you by.
Posted by: J on August 8, 2006 06:38 PMThanks guys for the words of advice and kindness :) I really do feel myself coming to some strange pinnacle of realization regarding self-acceptance. I only regret that it has to be so fucking boring for you :P
Thanks again, I really appreciate your honesty and your presence.
Posted by: Helena on August 13, 2006 12:17 PM
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