People need to understand something about me. I am NOT perfect, and I never claimed to be perfect. But when someone I know says I'm being stupid about the way I go about my life, that makes me kind of mad.
This is the whole, "let s/he who is with out sin cast the first stone" thing. My rendition of this quote would be, if you haven't made this mistake or something similar, then go ahead and tell me what I did wrong, but if you made this mistake or something worse then you really have no right to tell me what I am doing is wrong. You could give me advice as to what I could do differently, I'll accept that in the form of ADVICE, not in the 'I'm better than you so listen to me' or an 'order'.
Respect my decisions, and understand I know I make mistakes.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
My Own Worst Emeny
There are many things that make up me, and many things that make my life hard. To name two of the hardest parts of me would to label me correctly. I am not ashamed of who I am, I am ashamed of how others perceive me. The human race is a complicated thing. Our thoughts hurt not only others when disrespectful, but ourselves; our actions as well.
I have been called a "Fuckin Mechacan Retard" I have also been called a "Dyke". It hurts to be called those things, but my reactions to the words hurt me more. I can't help but lash out. I almost always end up in a fight. It could be verbal, or physical. but in the end I almost always end up hurting more than I did when they called me the names.. I have this sinking feeling in my stomach, and it is all I can think about for days. Not what they called me, but my reaction.
I am my own worst enemy.
I have been called a "Fuckin Mechacan Retard" I have also been called a "Dyke". It hurts to be called those things, but my reactions to the words hurt me more. I can't help but lash out. I almost always end up in a fight. It could be verbal, or physical. but in the end I almost always end up hurting more than I did when they called me the names.. I have this sinking feeling in my stomach, and it is all I can think about for days. Not what they called me, but my reaction.
I am my own worst enemy.
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