I realize a pet peeve I have.
When I am there for people I love, I want them to purposely feel important. What is for them is for them, not for someone to take away.
So I kind of hate it when I am with people and they volunteer what I have for the sake of giving it to another.
See, what is mine is mine. If I am comfortable giving what is mine to another, I'd offer it myself. But otherwise, no, don't even bring it up. In fact, you shouldn't even be thinking or considering it.
People can be insensitive about it. But it really pisses me off when someone who is supposed to be on my side is insensitive of the kind of person I am.
There are ways to learn how to love a person, like you can observe what lightens them up and watch out for what makes them in a bad mood. And the key is you have to remember those points.
I have no problem offering patience. But at some point, you gotta ask. How come after all these time you still don't get me? It can be tiring. Really tiring to teach people you love how to love you right. Friends and family.
And the funny thing that really upsets me is that if they love me, then shouldn't they already know it? Because I can tell with my eyes closed what they like and don't like, what they can and cannot tolerate.
Sometimes, it makes me wonder if the kind of love I desire, the kind of love I give, is really invisible to find and receive for myself.
I need a drink.
So I kind of hate it when I am with people and they volunteer what I have for the sake of giving it to another.
See, what is mine is mine. If I am comfortable giving what is mine to another, I'd offer it myself. But otherwise, no, don't even bring it up. In fact, you shouldn't even be thinking or considering it.
People can be insensitive about it. But it really pisses me off when someone who is supposed to be on my side is insensitive of the kind of person I am.
There are ways to learn how to love a person, like you can observe what lightens them up and watch out for what makes them in a bad mood. And the key is you have to remember those points.
I have no problem offering patience. But at some point, you gotta ask. How come after all these time you still don't get me? It can be tiring. Really tiring to teach people you love how to love you right. Friends and family.
And the funny thing that really upsets me is that if they love me, then shouldn't they already know it? Because I can tell with my eyes closed what they like and don't like, what they can and cannot tolerate.
Sometimes, it makes me wonder if the kind of love I desire, the kind of love I give, is really invisible to find and receive for myself.
I need a drink.
