Ever have one of those days where you feel like the world is plotting against you? It’s one thing after another and it just keeps coming, and coming?
I like to think I’m a good person, I like to think people wouldn’t want to hurt me, and I like to think people learned the basic rules in Kindergarten.
If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Treat others as you would want to be treated.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Although the last one, I don’t agree with. Words hurt.
People’s constant need to pick apart others and put them down because they’re happy blows my mind, everyday.
Why are people so concerned with the lives of others? As a blogger, I put a lot of my life out there and I know that unfortunately, some people are going to have something to say.
But with that being said, if you don’t agree with something I’m doing in my life, why tell me? Does it make you feel better? Does it feel good to hurt me? Do you find pleasure in hurting others?
Because despite how strong I am and everything I’ve been through in my life, I still wear my heart on my sleeve. I don’t like being talked about, I don’t like being made fun of, and I don’t like feeling like I’m doing something wrong when I’m not.
I’m a very honest person and if you hurt me, I will usually tell you. And if I don’t tell you, the tears swelling in my eyes probably will.
I’ve been dealing with bullies, gossipers, and backstabbers my whole life and at 26 years old, I find it no different. This makes me extremely sad but I guess there’s always going to be someone in the picture, giving me a reason to prove them wrong.
I love my life and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. My only wish is that those who don’t agree with me or don’t like to see me happy would just part ways and leave it at that.
I wish that people would trust that I know what I’m doing and that I’m capable of making smart decisions.
And if they don’t believe in me and genuinely want to see me succeed, I’ll have no choice but to cut them out. They’re going to talk about me regardless, so why give them the chance to hurt me in the process?
Out of sight, out of mind…