I can sure feel that ire, tho
I hate that feeling - of being disappointed. Where you're like, goddamnit, I expect better. And you want to take the person by the shoulders and shake 'em and yell POP YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS.
Which is why I tend not to play with others; I don't play nicely. I'm pretty clear that I am the source of my own bullshit; so I have a low tolerance for people who waste oxygen with justifications. Boring. Can we move on to the good stuff now? Isolate the cause and determine the effect? Have a conversation?
No. Probably not.
Mostly b/c I spend a good deal of my time justifying too. Which is kinda sad when you think about it; the amount of effort that goes into making yourself understood. In 2007 I had this wonderful epiphany - you don't have to explain yourself to anyone. Ever. If you think about it, that has some really alarming implications. And of course, putting that into practice isn't real easy either. It goes against the grain of social behavior.
But it circles back on itself nicely - I am who I am because I am who I am. Or they are who they are because they are who they are. Uh oh. I guess that means being disappointed in someone is entirely fruitless.
The jury is still out on whether making yourself understood is fruitless too. Logically, I'm inclined to say yes. Emotionally, I'm hanging on to 'no'.
Which is why I tend not to play with others; I don't play nicely. I'm pretty clear that I am the source of my own bullshit; so I have a low tolerance for people who waste oxygen with justifications. Boring. Can we move on to the good stuff now? Isolate the cause and determine the effect? Have a conversation?
No. Probably not.
Mostly b/c I spend a good deal of my time justifying too. Which is kinda sad when you think about it; the amount of effort that goes into making yourself understood. In 2007 I had this wonderful epiphany - you don't have to explain yourself to anyone. Ever. If you think about it, that has some really alarming implications. And of course, putting that into practice isn't real easy either. It goes against the grain of social behavior.
But it circles back on itself nicely - I am who I am because I am who I am. Or they are who they are because they are who they are. Uh oh. I guess that means being disappointed in someone is entirely fruitless.
The jury is still out on whether making yourself understood is fruitless too. Logically, I'm inclined to say yes. Emotionally, I'm hanging on to 'no'.