It's not me, it's really you

In my delightful journey here, I have been rather indiscriminate. With a lot of things. Including people. I’m a firm believer that there is value in experience. In going out and actualizing one’s life through experiencing different situations, places, and people. How else would we be able to put more of a marquant { outstanding} definition on our own being-ness?

And what defines us more than how we relate to others?

So I totally get the “ what you see in another is a reflection of you” thing. And maybe it’s true all of the time for some people. But I don’t think it is. I think sometimes I simply see things that I do not like, and believe it or not, those things I do not like are not part of something inside of me that I am not willing to face myself. That whole projection thing. That Ueber analysis of my psyche. Sometimes I just have to leave that on the couch and get real.

This is where I have to make the distinct separation of no, it’s not me, it’s really you. I really don’t like you. I don’t like anything about you, and therefore will keep as much distance between the two of us. No need pointing out the obvious when people choose to forgo working on themselves.

I have learned to distinguish what I like from what is really just sucking the life force out of me. Being able to make that distinction allows me to interact at the utmost cordial level with the people I do not like yet have to deal with because of the circumstances involved. I stopped trying to make nice for the sake of keeping the peace or keeping the other person at ease. When I don’t like you, you will be fully aware of it without having any one to point a finger to but yourself. Treating people this way allows me to preserve my essence for things and people who matter to me.