Go On, Be Mad: It's Your Problem, Not Mine

Every once in awhile, I realize that sometimes I really don’t like people very much. I’m beginning to understand that often my “Ziggy” periods can be attributed to not only my own inner-stressors, but to my interactions with other people. These days, though, I’m feeling more confident in myself as a person and I’m learning to shrug it off because my own well-being is way more important than how others treat me.

Besides, if someone chooses to treat me in such a manner then that’s their problem!

For whatever reasons, at the moment there are several people in my life who seem to have chosen to either avoid me or not talk to me or be mad at me or whatever. It’s been going on for at least a couple of weeks now, though I just realized today the scope of it today and how it’s been subconsciously affecting my mood. My first reaction was to put a short, simple message on my Facebook page, as some of them subscribe to me there. I wanted to say “f**k off” to all of them, but then I remembered that I don’t play that way.

I decided then to just get it off my chest the best way I know how, and that is to put it in words here, not necessarily for them to see, but for me to get it out and get some relief from it. So I just want to say this to them, and any other person who at one time or another called me a friend and then either cut me off or decided to get mad at me for whatever reason unbeknownst to me:

If you ever took the time to really know me, you’d know that I don’t have one mean-spirited bone in my body. I would never intentionally do anything to anyone to hurt them. I try my hardest to make the best of my interactions with everyone I meet. I treat everyone I know with respect. I listen and I empathize. I am loyal and honest, too. If you can’t see that then you don’t deserve to have me around anyway.

Sometimes my life gets busy, unbelievably busy. I work a full time job and try and keep up with writing as a second income to try and make my life better. I try when I can to reach out, but relationships work two ways.

If you want to stop talking to me or be mad at me that is totally your problem. I have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be sorry for, and I will no longer let your negative actions affect my life. I don’t need it and I am better off not worrying about it.

Knowing me, I’d probably still reach back out to you if you reached out to me and still treat you with the same respect and whole-hearted attention I've always given. That is my problem, but at least at the end of the day I can look back on myself and feel proud of who and what I am as a person. Can you? Should you choose to continue to be mad at me or avoid me then I feel sorry for you…It’s your loss!

Sorry, I just had to get that off my chest!

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