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Free Writing - Take 84

Thank you for the laughs, those who make me laugh. Today was a rough day. It's funny when you have to deal with people who are never wrong. I had to deal with this at work for years and I'm dealing with it again. I know people will say I'm speaking of myself, but the reality is, if you know me, you know I'm easily humbled, just throw a fact in once in a while. I've listened to a lot of people over the past few years and they all have excuses, as we all do. It's not healthy to always take the blame and it's not always healthy to blame. This I know and this is something none of us should fall victim to. Especially those who blame themselves. What amazes me though is when certain people are confronted and you watch them. There body language, their eyes, but most importantly what they react to. You could rattle off a laundry list of things they've done wrong, but watch what they react to most. If it's their real problem, you'll notice they become rigid. You can call someone every name in the book, but if you touch on that Achilles heal, you've figured them out. One person once hit that chord with me and the rest, well the rest was not something I'm proud of. What really troubles me though, is when the one thing that a person reacts to is the one that matters least. It shows where their priorities are and it also shows they don't value your opinion. Believe it or not, I've learned to pick my battles, but I also realize when the person defending themselves doesn't even try, because you don't matter to them as much as them simply ignoring the problem. What I love even more is when you tell someone something and they define a person without knowing them. When it's just that simple to tell something about someone by what they say, react or what comes out in their writing. Interesting that the people who mock this are the ones who are most transparent.


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