Unpopular Opinion: I think that regardless of what is said, it’s never constructive to condescendingly disagree with anyone! Especially if you’d like to express a difference of opinion and get your views across. . .
I created this blog to write about funny, positive moments in my life and lessons learned along the way. Never did I want it to be a “woe is me” page. Not because there’s anything wrong with that, but because I personally don’t like being that way. BUT I’m annoyed. . .
I don’t like people. And it’s in a strange way. I love loving on people; I like being kind and respectful; I love helping people; and I enjoy good conversation (as long as it’s one-on-one, MAYBE a small group of 3 . . . maybe). However, I really can’t stand people. They really suck! Sometimes I have to think that maybe it’s me.
My whole life, I’ve never seemed to fit perfectly anywhere. Growing up, I was always a bit more advanced and mature. I was also chubby and a bit dorky so naturally I was picked on. However, most people at least have that one friend that they could hang out with or rely on, even when they didn’t fit in with the majority. I didn’t feel like I really had that. I’ve always felt like I was a better friend and the love wasn’t reciprocated. I’m fortunate because I do have a solid, strong, close immediate family and my husband and brother are my best friends. My family love and support me unconditionally and could never be replaced. Even when they don’t agree with me, I always feel accepted by my family, and not by force, but by choice. We genuinely like each other. But back to people . . .
. . . So, since I could remember, I’ve always thought differently than most and my opinions are rarely appreciated. I often feel attacked when I express myself even when I feel like what I’m saying is either factual, common sense, or just another way of thinking. The thing is, I don’t necessarily feel like I’m wrong for the way that I think, but I still feel bad about myself. I almost feel sorry for myself that I’m so alone. When I speak up about a certain topic, and I’m attacked, I genuinely listen to what they’re saying to try to get an understanding and often times when I analyse their views, their reactions seem to be emotional and less rational. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it doesn’t mean that I’m wrong either. It makes me think, though: What is wrong with me? Why doesn’t anyone understand me? Is it my delivery? Why do I care so much?!?!?!?!!!!!!!
Anyway, non-scale victory: This morning I held a plank for NINETY SECONDS!!!! That’s the longest plank that I’ve ever held since I could remember!!!! I felt so happy and accomplished. I def earned a pat on the back 🙂
. . . People Suck!