When I leave them…
I have a list – the "don't care" list. Some people are not worth your time, not even for your hatred. I have a policy, if they breach certain criteria (set by using some stupid old-fashioned moral compass), I put them on this list wherein I don't care if they live or die. For me, they simply cease to exist in my life.
As condescending as it may sound, it helps in gaining some
peace in your life. People are generally tedious, and dealing with them on a
day-to-day basis, putting on a mask, is exasperating. At times, I want to shut
myself from this din of the world. Then again, you cannot survive alone. You
need people, and no matter how tiresome they get, you still need to interact
with them in a cordial manner.
Guess that makes me a hypocrite too. My need for warmth and
security makes me hide my vulnerable self. They tell me I cannot be a mess. I
need to be strong, independent and follow the dictum of the society. Problem
is, the real me never allows me to do that. It rebels, and rebels like hell. So,
as I try to balance the dichotomies of my life, I usually fail at every social
level.
I may accept others who have betrayed me, but how do I
accept my own betrayal? That, I cannot live with. Eventually, it surfaces and
the rebel in me tears the mask each time. It propels me forward, quelling my
fear inch-by-inch. I am still very scared, nervous of who I will eventually
turn out to be. But, this fear and nervousness strangely feels good. There is
an anticipation in that knowing.
So, fare forward, my lady!
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