Canceling my Karma subscription

There’s been two specific types of people reoccurring in the theme of my life. The first one is the anal-retentive, type A, by the book, enforcers of anything structured. I won’t talk about that type today. I am fairly certain there are a few more lessons to take away from this sort of relation. But the other type is the catering type. Which always kind of confused me since I am the last person that desires to be catered to. It’s neither in my nature nor in my upbringing. Don’t get me wrong. I am all about the cooperative effort it takes to have all parties at ease and the least stressed in order to make it through anything. Life really can be knee-buckling and certain circumstances require the utmost consideration for everyone involved to ensure that the passage through will be as unscathed as possible. Allowing everyone to keep their spirits high and their hearts soft.

I am more referring to people who appear to have that incessant need to win my approval and therefore do and say things to accommodate me without neither my request nor my insistence for it. Do what you have to do for yourself and whatever feels right for you. It has to sit in the proper place for your soul. Not mine. I am but a passer by in your life. My approval, matter of fact anyone’s approval is not required to live out your life as you wish.