...but it's just kinda happening, because I had this thought, and I wanted to record it.
In public.
Sheesh.
I am sick and tired of not saying what I really think.
I am sick and tired of not saying what I really feel.
I am sick and tired of not saying what I really believe.
I am tired of worrying about what other people will think of me.
Oh, I talk a great game of not caring, not letting others' opinions determine the course of my actions, blah de blah blah blah.
But really, in my secret heart, I want you all to like me.
I hate being the recipient of criticism, disapproval, and--o, the horror--rejection.
If I speak the truth about something, and someone responds by chastising me, my heartrate shoots through the roof, and my desire to make it all okay again shoots through the stratosphere.
This is not a healthy reaction on my part.
I have boundary problems.
And I'm sick and tired of it.
I don't want to be the gutless one.
I don't want to cower when a stronger personality tells me I Have No Right To Say _____________.
I don't want to be afraid anymore.
In the religious denomination I grew up in, I was taught to keep my mouth shut about _____________--because expressing my rock-the-boat opinions might lead another person to trip over something and get hurt.
But what if that something isn't even really there?
What about the other person learning to take responsibility for looking at where they're putting their feet?
What if the thing they need most, in order to learn to walk better, is someone (like me?) who will holler at the top of their (my?) voice about the discrepancies and the dis-integrity?
I've been told that a lot of people in this world look up to me.
If that's true, I don't really know why they do that. I'm a continual screw-up--didn't you know?
And one of the ways in which I screw up is by keeping my mouth shut out of cowardice.
Yes, there is a time and a place for expressing my thoughts/feelings/beliefs about certain things. I need to choose wisely ( --> discern) when and in whose company to verbalize these things.
But if I'm staying quiet simply because I ***fear*** others' reactions...then that right there, O Friends and Neighbors, is Screwing Up In Grand Fashion.
So.
Maybe this was the right blopgost to start the New Year with, after all.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
this wasn't supposed to be my first blopgost of the year
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3 comments:
Ditto.
I loved reading this on facebook. I love reading it on your blog.
I pretty much just love this.
Also, were you reading my mind when you wrote this?
Love your fellow coward-no-more,
Caryn
Dearies, it's comforting to know I'm not the only one. Thanks for reminding me. :o)
Lovenhugs!
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