Sunday, it was brought to my attention that I was being talked about at an event that I was not in attendance for. In other words, I wasn’t there to defend myself. The old me would’ve balled up crying somewhere. Overthinking myself into a hole, talking about it over and over as if it’s the end of the world. Today, I’ll talk about it, write about it, then move on.
People will express themselves the way they see fit. So, when I heard about it I wasn’t bothered. I express myself through my writing and I’m sure people have felt as if the shoe fits while reading one post or another. But my problem comes in when what I tell you in confidence becomes your public rhetoric. Regardless of the depth of our relationship. No matter how toxic my situation(s) are or aren’t some shit shouldn’t be discussed in a public form.
I’m convinced I have to be hurt or disappointed in some way to realize enough is enough. I was always crying about how I do all I can for people and end up hurt in the end, but that’s my fault. There’s no need for me to confront nor stress this because I see no real resolution coming from it. I can’t tell anyone they’re wrong in their choices – and vice versa – so I won’t.