Savage (adj.)

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† This evening I was called a savage. By someone claiming they know me better than I know myself (I’m trying to figure myself out for 32 years, not for a couple of months).

¬† ¬† Well… I must admit that this gave me a reason to re-analyze my behavior towards the world outside my head. Touched me a bit… But will never change me! However, this is the kind of label that may cause me to put my walls up… With the one pointing the finger this way.

¬† ¬† ¬† Look, as I stated before, I am the “selective kind of person” (a dear friend of mine called me so), I may put my walls up at times, but I would barely consider myself as being savage. If we look up a definition in any dictionary, I hardly believe my picture will be there. I admit I have sharp lines – when people should leave me alone (and not only) with my own thoughts (but they eagerly push me to the edge). I admit I ALWAYS speak my mind, but that makes me a strong person, not a beast. I may be temperamental and unpredictable, but I also come undone, thus I take all chances of getting hurt. If people choose to see anything but this, that’s their burden to carry, not mine.

    If a person trying to lift others up, looking for continuous improvement and find their own direction is being called a savage, I am very sorry for the one placing the label.

¬† ¬† ¬†I will end this here, as I gave it too much space, anyways. Everyone is free to have an opinion, but please¬†STOP¬†thinking you completely know someone. You will never witness or comprehend all the challenges one had to face to become what you get to meet at a certain moment. We all have parts others will never understand, but we don’t need approval for that. Or for anything else.

      Anyhow, I can stand up for myself, thank you!