Some people just don’t get it.
Why do some people continue to make this mistake? Why do they push?? Why do they do things that they know I will neither condone nor appreciate???
Because, obviously, they’re ambient stupidity has run wild.
I like to think that, in general, I’m a nice person. Yes, I absolutely am NOT a morning person and will likely grumble at you before I’ve had my first ice coffee. True, I will often defend the Star Wars prequels against any and all attackers regardless of my absolute hatred for Jar-Jar Binks… who I might add is the whole reason the Old Republic fell. However, on the whole, I think I’m generally a decent human being.
When things go wrong, from my perspective, I will often do whatever needs to be done to make them right.
What. Ever. Needs. To. Be. Done.
Whatever that is, whoever it is for, I rarely set expectations. I just kind of assume that people will get it, will understand that this is kindness from myself to them, and will do the right thing in return. Occasionally there are those who for whatever reason don’t seem to understand this or don’t know what to do in return. I get that. I am a complex person who, although a virtual open book, may be hard to understand to the affective illiterate.
You know the type of people I’m talking about… the ones who defy societal norms when it comes to interacting with others, the ones who are completely self-absorbed, the ones who put themselves before others always, and the ones who prefer to ignore the obvious and live in their own alternate reality. You know… the type who live in Agloe.
Generally I don’t have a problem with these people. I’m more of a live and let live kind of guy. If I did then I wouldn’t bother with them in the slightest. My problem is that they often mistake my kindness for weakness. That’s really the wrong move. Even I have my limits of being a nice guy.
Despite hearing the stories of my big bad wolf ways, they probably don’t believe them. They probably think it’s a myth. The truth is I wasn’t always the nice guy I am today. That came with time, contemplation, maturity, and loss.
The wolf in me is sleeping… he’s not dead… of this, I can assure you.
So why rant about this at 3:00 am on a Monday morning?
Because the only way to keep the wolf in is to let him howl a bit. Hope these people hear it, take a step back, and stop pushing me.
We’ll see how well that works out….