To the one who hurt me; she knows who she is.

[szara]

While writing what I feel about the people I know and love, I decided also to tell this person my true feelings. If I don't, I may wind up wishing I had.I would not have been hurt knowing that you didn't consider me a friend

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[sweetmeow]

Of ocurse I don't know the situation here, but one thing you said really caught my eye:

It hurts me to think of how lonely you must feel sometimes, in your deepest heart, knowing that although you lost a few friends along the way, you were right.

I don't know what it is we humans have about "being right", but sometimes we put "being right" over "getting along", and having a relationships. I think that there is this myth that somehow being right will bring us the respect and maybe even love that we all long for -- like *that* is the draw between humans. It's not, however. In fact, I can admit you're right, but then want nothing to do with you. I'd rather have your humanity, your vulnerability, your compssion -- not your "rightness".

You may get to become "right", but the consequence may be that you'll also be alone.

I don't know if this applies, (and I don't need to know. That part is not important!!), and if it doesn't, excuse my rant. But it's what came to me as I was reading your entry.

[szara]

That's exactly what I was trying to say.

(Thank you for posting; it helps me to know that what I was trying to say did get across in the way I intended.)

[sweetmeow]

I'm glad I understood - a little. I found your post very compelling from a personal standpoint. I have been on both sides of this fence -- needing to "be right", and also being the victim of someone that had to throw their "rightness" in my face. Being right has no place where love is concerned.