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!