Don't Tread on Me

I choose to be happy. I choose to be positive, I choose to love. Though it brings me a lot of joy and I feel pretty fullfilled as a human being, it doesn't come without a price.

Several of my closest family and friends have recently stampeded all over my good nature. The yang of it is dealing with this emotion of wanting to reject the shit out of them. Wanting to carefully remove various knives from my back, turn around and face them, unlock the bitter, loosen the vocal chords, and have-fucking-at-it. Slash away. Use the words I am often gifted with for purposes of evil. I want to enlighten them in a direct manner that is totally devoid of emotion and brilliantly crafted. I want to amputate their egos with surgical, chilling, and grisly precision. I want them to see themselves as they truly are, I want them to see how they actually behave towards me.

But I won't. After all, my opinion, no matter how justified, is still only one side of the story. I could be in the right, but I certainly contribute in rolling shit downhill to other people. Until I'm without fault, I have to love people through good and bad.