Sometimes I wonder what would happen if people could find the force or the opportunity to tell you what the really think of you.
How would that turn out?Well, apart from the fact that most people would either qualify me as naive, unsuspecting on one side or bullying, tough and icy on the other – I guess things would just turn out how they always do.
I’ve always said (since the first lost friend): it’s not that I don’t like the people, but that people don’t like me… most of the time they hate me.
Obviously there must be something in my ways that drives people to react in certain ways. Sooner or later they cannot stand the sight of me. And whatever was there before, whatever hint of love, tenderness, respect or even simple sympathy will eventually turn to hate, antipathy and antagonism.
I’m not even half as mysterious as people would like to see me. Not even half as brilliant or strong as they’d see. The hate-fraction of course would completly agree with that thought.
It always comes down to the one idea: you always see what you want to see in the Other.
And since one of the main tactics of the haters is to antagonise me, this is for all of them: if you’re not ready for the work it takes to see them for what they are, and if you cannot stand the tougher rides in this life… bugger off…
Take your petty ‘if only’s and ‘do’s and ‘don’t's to someone else who actually still gives a damn.
I have spoken. Another step towards my own personal freedom…
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