We all have/had that one friend that wants you to watch a video
that you've stated you've seen, but since you haven't seen it with them, it's
"new to you." So they proceed to put it in your face, because
you completely don't have the option to walk away, push it away, watch it
begrudgingly, or hit them.
Speaking of hitting, ever have those people that are talking to you, and tap you every few seconds into their story as if you weren't paying attention to them, which after the third tap, you have all the right not to? Maybe the best recourse is to hit them every time they do that, to the point where they stop and question your increasing urge to be justified in an assault charge on your record.
Speaking of hitting, ever have those people that are talking to you, and tap you every few seconds into their story as if you weren't paying attention to them, which after the third tap, you have all the right not to? Maybe the best recourse is to hit them every time they do that, to the point where they stop and question your increasing urge to be justified in an assault charge on your record.
Then you have the people on the other end.
The ones that actually hear you talk, because they likely asked for
your advice about something. Particularly something life-changing, threatening,
or it's some old crap you thought they were better than getting into. You go on
and on about what they need to do to change the dramatics to being
non-existent, and what do they do? Blow all that sage advice away and go back
to being miserable and whiny, wondering why the world is crop dusting on their
picnic.
Yes, the phrase is true, "shit
happens," every day without warning or sometimes reason, but there comes a
point where the mess that you can control, should be controlled by your own
meaty digits we call fingers, attached to other parts that make up hands, which
come fully loaded with "slap-the-shit-outta'-you" technology, in case
you need to wake up the hard way.
There comes a point for all of us where we
have that voice inside that's screaming the answers that others outside of us
are saying themselves. It may take a while, but hopefully by the time you've
come to the conclusion everyone else did months ago, you won't be celebrating
the epiphany by yourself. You might even welcome their slaps, which you
greatly deserve, but better those friendly bruises that heal into nothingness, than
mental scars that just don’t go away.
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