Who are you? Really? Like, who are you to say that what I do is wrong? You’re not better than me.
Yes, admittedly, I do rank the feelings of others below my own. Consistently. And, yes, if I’m not getting my way, I will throw a tantrum that emotionally hurts the people that I claim to love. But so what? That’s just me. And you’re not in a position to call me a bad person when I negatively affect everyone I come in contact with.
Do you have any idea of the things that I’ve been through that have turned me into the person that I am today? I have struggles. Struggles that I refuse to face properly, so I lash out in different directions, but struggles nonetheless.
Look. There is a clear path of broken promises in my wake. But to call that path the “wrong” path is not up to you. It’s up to me and how I choose to frame it. I have sat through an annoying amount of tearful conversations because people just weren’t prepared for me to be blunt with them. You might call it “mean.” Everyone else in the world has. But it’s just not up to you.
When you tell me that I should “try to improve” in any way, shape or form, that’s basically saying that my personality isn’t good enough. And I won’t stand for that, because my personality is good enough for me, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. You’re gonna have to deal with me. If you don’t like it, it’s fine. I have better things to do than worry about my impact on the world that I will be remembered for forever.
Deuces.
