lately i find myself being much more black and white about things, as opposed to over analyzing, and spending minutes upon hours in the grey. it's refreshing to take a dive into the world of decisive waters, but even this mentality has created a whirlpool of oversensitivity. and what is the sun to my dilated emotional pupils? people who think they know me better than they do. whenever somebody let's their guard down to me, i consider it a great privilege, mostly because of my struggles with letting the emotional flood gates open. i've discussed this before, the inability of my emotional walls to be eroded by many. but lately i've been so frustrated with people who assume things about me, or decided that they know how i feel about events in my past. i understand people's intentions are typically to help, and often times they raise good points. it is when they do it in such a condescending way or offer unwanted advice that initially pisses me off, and later makes me laugh. i don't claim to know anyone. i do not know the specifics of anyone, or precisely what makes them the way they are. i do strive for what seems universally relatable, or at the very least a common trend.
i think of people like the bible. we are all familiar with specific aspects of life, there are a million translations, and at the end of the day, nobody knows how much if any of it is bullshit. but we do know that the stories in it have a lesson, and a degree of relatability. how far it goes? that is for us to determine, but i sure as hell know that i do not have all of the answers, and i am no better than anyone else. i am completely and utterly aware of my flaws. trust me--i know many of you are too. but i am the only me.
-k.
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