Saturday, February 07, 2009
I hate it when there's a scar there, so that nothing is ever the same again.
Sometimes we get so concerned with hurting people's feelings that we keep on hiding what we truly feel. I'm never a sucker for confrontations and I'm always afraid of revealing the Truth. Because to me, sometimes the truth is too ugly to be revealed. Sometimes it hurts me if I have to point out something and just to please me, the other party will apologise and do what I dictate which is the exact opposite of the initial thought. I don't want people to have to please me and change their course. Because that wouldn't be what they really mean. Then that would ultimately be totally hollow.
Because of that scar, or that one failure, we take even more efforts to prevent the same thing from happening such that we betray ourselves.
I know what's the problem with me. I don't like to reveal what I truly feel. I think too much before I speak. Too much. It goes through filters after filters. Because I care too much about hurting others. Yet I end up betraying myself.
Since young I've been like this. I'll always tell myself, It's okay Tiffany. You don't have to win this argument, you don't have to be the winner. My sister always wins all the arguments. I accept. Perhaps this is exactly my pitfall for being such an epic failure in everything. I read too much and I care too much.
I hate it when there's a scar there, so that nothing is ever the same again.
Sometimes we get so concerned with hurting people's feelings that we keep on hiding what we truly feel. I'm never a sucker for confrontations and I'm always afraid of revealing the Truth. Because to me, sometimes the truth is too ugly to be revealed. Sometimes it hurts me if I have to point out something and just to please me, the other party will apologise and do what I dictate which is the exact opposite of the initial thought. I don't want people to have to please me and change their course. Because that wouldn't be what they really mean. Then that would ultimately be totally hollow.
Because of that scar, or that one failure, we take even more efforts to prevent the same thing from happening such that we betray ourselves.
I know what's the problem with me. I don't like to reveal what I truly feel. I think too much before I speak. Too much. It goes through filters after filters. Because I care too much about hurting others. Yet I end up betraying myself.
Since young I've been like this. I'll always tell myself, It's okay Tiffany. You don't have to win this argument, you don't have to be the winner. My sister always wins all the arguments. I accept. Perhaps this is exactly my pitfall for being such an epic failure in everything. I read too much and I care too much.