You will not win an argument with crazy
(I may have lost my way today...But I haven't lost my sense of humor...)My blog is my own personal diary. It is me, all the way. Completely real for anyone who chooses to read. I have nothing to hide...This is who I am. All of me, without secrets. I refuse to allow myself to play games...To make people think I am something that I am not. I hope it's okay with you.
My Will is being tested right now, and I am Extremely disappointed in myself. I am better than this and my well being is more important than this annoyance.
On Sunday, in church, our pastor spoke of the Devil, metaphorically showing himself in certain situations. It really hit home for me. I truly feel that Satan is testing me right now. It is the first time in a long time that my temper has been tested.
Truly, severely tested.
I have always known that I have a temper, and I have not always had it under control. Not many things can set my temper off. Patrick used to be able to do it just by swishing his milk in his mouth. My Mother could do it by calling me and talking about my childhood. My brother could do it by just being himself...That was a long time ago...Well, not my brother (he always gets under my skin), but whatever.
Anyhow---
For years, I have tried to put myself in others' shoes. I have tried to understand the mental anguish of other people. In the past 6 months I have developed a love of mankind that I
HAVE NEVER HAD
In my entire life.
I always felt that humans would somehow let me down.
They always did.
Ever Since I was a child.
In the past 6 months, I have begun seeing people in a different light. I see them as the 4 year old they used to be. The child looking for reassurance from their parent. The little boy hurting because he felt alone and ached for some attention. Even in their adult state...I see them differently.
I always felt that humans would somehow let me down.
They always did.
Ever Since I was a child.
In the past 6 months, I have begun seeing people in a different light. I see them as the 4 year old they used to be. The child looking for reassurance from their parent. The little boy hurting because he felt alone and ached for some attention. Even in their adult state...I see them differently.
MY BAD!
Over the past 3 days I have been in constant contact with my friends. Lashing out in a vulgar decrepit way. My friends have been very supportive of my pathetic state, and have helped me talk myself out of saying things that I would rather not. My friends have allowed me to vent. They have allowed me to laugh at my stupidity, and have shared their own stories with me of personal torment.
(Thanks for that.)
I refuse to allow myself to be beat down ever again.
What I have learned in my life is this...
You will not win an argument with crazy
They will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
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I am better than that.You will not win an argument with crazy
They will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
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I refuse to allow myself to be beat down ever again.
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