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     Today I told myself that I was going to have a good day. I was going to seek the positive and the good. I was going to take each moment as it came.
     My beginning moments were positive. They were filled with openness.  I was ready to take on the day.
     Then some negativity was introduced. I stayed calm.  I did some deep breathing.  I looked for balance.
      I went about my day. Then my words were questioned. I stated my purpose for my words. I was told that my words were taken negatively.  I explained that I could not help how my words(in a normal tone) were taken.
     Then it dawned on me that people never ask me why I am the way I am. People never ask me what it is like to experience the world through my eyes. I understand that everyone experiences the world differently.  But the world is a jungle of sorts. I can’t show fear or weakness.
     When I was little, I was a huge bully. When people made me mad, I started a fight with them. Outside of school I was bullied a couple of times.  It truly is a wonder I got schoolwork done because I lived in the principal’s office.  So when I went to junior high I was told that I couldn’t get into any more fights. Since I was tired of getting beat I did my best to stay out of trouble.
     When I got to high school the same rules applied.  I was bullied day in and day out because I always had a crush on someone else’s boyfriend(I was harmless) and there was a group that just hated me because. I only fought one bully at school and that was after school, she had bullied me everyday for six months until she decided to challenge me and I punched her and made her nose bleed. My vice principal hated me and had a fondness for my tormentors. My principal and counselor atleast listened to me.
     I was bullied at band camp more than once and I never fought back. Basically I just stopped fighting.  That doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to defend myself, its just that I use a lot of self restraint. 
     Words do hurt. I am the queen of a sarcastic, passive aggressive dig(usually agressive). So yeah people say the craziest things to me all of the time and I suck it up and take it because I know that if I said what really came to mind, the least you would do is cry.
     People don’t understand how much I go out of my way to be positive and tolerant of others who can’t even attempt to show me the slightest ounce of respect. Like I said you think you know but you have no idea. It’s also hard when you don’t have an immediate support system of people who have your back.
     A friend told me today that generally in the South people are more passive aggressive in their leanings. I have no problem doing the same but I prefer people to be direct with me.
     So right now I’m breathing and reflecting on life. I have some papers to work on. I’m debating if I am going to stuff these feelings with ice cream or not.

Keep moving forward

31 Days To Write Your Story(7)Words Have The Power Of Life In Them


This is so true. I find that this affects me most when the words are spoken. Words have the ability to go straight to my core. So if I say something mean to someone, I’m pretty mad. For the most part, I try to speak positively to others because I want to be spoken to positively. It is always interesting to see the words that people choose to use in writing and in conversation. 

I was thinking about this a lot last night. I hope to speak as positively as I can today. No matter what my insides are saying. I am a highly sensitive person(who is also an extrovert) and I think it would be interesting if I treated others as highly sensitive(just to be kind and see what kind of reaction I get). 

What words are you choosing today?