I hate confrontation. I probably always will. Even seeing other people have an argument in front of me stresses me out.
The downside to being empathetic is that you can literally feel what those around you are feeling.
Witnessing someone treating another badly gives me goose bumps that I have to physically shake off.
But I always stay silent. I’m always afraid that I’ll lose. That I won’t be heard. That it won’t be worth it. That my feelings will be hurt.
That it’ll turn into my problem.
Which is nuts because the few times in my life that I have spoken up are memories I can remember word for word like it was just yesterday. I’m proud of those moments.
Yet some part of me still has guilt over possibly hurting another’s feelings. And I worry that I’ve been wrongly judged by those few moments.
I’ll never understand how some people don’t think before they speak. How do they not care how they come off?
There’s a difference between not caring what others think and not caring about others.
I’ve tip-toed around other people my whole life. I’ve told them what they’ve wanted to hear.
I’ve let them get away with unnecessary behavior just so that I can stay out of it.
I’m done.
The older I get, the more I cannot keep my fucking mouth shut.
I’m not a door mat. I may be the baby of the family, but I’m not a baby. Nor do I act like one.
I’m 24, own a house, have a full-time job, a healthy relationship and I’m the best damn cat mom ever.
I’ve been through some shit and it’s made me a better, KINDER, person. I have never let my past harden me.
How can I expect certain circumstances to ever be different if I continue to sit on the sidelines?
If something’s wrong, you need to hear about it. I’ve had to hear everyone else’s loud ass mouths my whole life.
You can sit back and listen to my rational opinions from now on. It’s not going to kill you.
In a matter of 24 hours, I’m more proud of myself than I have been in my entire life. I choose my words wisely and I’m respectful.
I care about how my words and actions affect others and I’m careful to ensure they come off correctly.
I’m really fucking proud of myself and I encourage my fellow introverts to come out of their shells and say how they feel.
Tell your boyfriend that texting his ex makes you insecure.
Tell your boss that you deserve equal treatment as those doing the same work as you.
Tell your family that they need to put their differences aside.
Because life is too short and relationships, no matter who they may be with, are everything.
