I’ve been called many things before. Some really unpleasant
names like ‘bimbo’, ‘airhead’, ‘loser’, ‘obnoxious’, ‘arrogant’, ‘show off’,
‘selfish’, ‘pretentious’, ‘bitch’ (but of course…affectionately and otherwise)…these
are just some of those names. The one I like best is ‘hippie’. I’m like ‘OK.
Hippie? Really? How so? But alright…I guess it means this person thinks I am
kinda…funky? Different?’
When I was younger, I would get REALLLLYYYY upset about it
like go into depression or cry or complain about it to friends who would pat my
shoulder and call the other persons names just so that I would feel better.
Those are the things friends do for you….take your side. If they don’t, what is
the point of having friends, right?
But as I grow older, see a lot more things, suffer more,
experience more, feel more, reflect more and understand more, I think the
perspective’s sorta taken a 180 degree turn. It is not that it doesn’t bother
me anymore that people are calling me names just because I dare to step up and
out to do things, say things, blog about things, tell strangers things about my
life and it isn’t because I don’t care. I do but I’ve taken a different stance.
Every time someone calls me an unpleasant name, there is
something going on in that person’s mind. He or she is probably acting out of
some sort of emotion that I can’t see. An unwarranted attack against me means
that something that I did (there and then) or over the course of time must mean
that whatever energy that I have sent out affected him or her wrongly.
And….sorry, dude. Unless you tell me what it was that I did
that affected you negatively, I can’t see through you, man.
But I’ll try to be
nice to you, though. I think that'll frustrate the shit outta the person more. =)))))
(Marsha, that's so unZen!!!!)
Ah well...
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I don't care. I just live with it. Don't like me...then buzz off. I can't be expected to change just because I have been named names.