(First. Apologies to all blog readers. I posted three times today. You're reading them backwards. Or I posted them backwards. I'm crunched for time and not playing "musical posts." Fair warning.)
I am a self-contained person. I am a difficult person to get to know. I'm not open. I don't want to have a slumber party and discuss my innermost secrets.
So when I trust an individual with little pieces of me...they need to take care of those pieces. And when someone neglects those pieces, I begin to have issues.
(Who me? Issues? *snickering* Honey, I've got the whole subscription.)
There is nothing worse than opening up to someone and having all that thrown back in your face because the receiver is
1. Not capable
2. A certified jackass
3. Inconsiderate and needs to be lobotomized
Or giving more of those little pieces because things are going swimmingly. Only to have the emotional door slammed in your face.
I'm dealing with it. But I'm struggling with how much to share and how much to bottle back up in the deepest part of myself.
Considering the force of the door slamming, I'm about to pack my luggage and put a "Nobody's Home" sign on the door.
Some people are meant to be strong. Some people are strong in certain situations. And when I decided to be vulnerable, I was shown just how unfavorable that would be for me. So I'm sliding back on the Supergirl outfit (killer boots) and rocking on.
Bullets bounce off me.
1 month ago