Hi everyone. This post has been a long time coming, honestly. I kept thinking I would get over this, that as time passed the paranoia and pain would start to fade, but the exact opposite has happened, so here I am with a bit of a PSA.
Don’t be mean.
I love my friends. I’m an intensely shy and severely traumatized person. On many occasions, the people who know and love me best have joked that, for all intents and purposes, I behave like a neglected shelter dog that has been shown kindness for the first time. My life feels like one of those videos where a shelter dog finds their forever home and slowly warms up to the concept of love. With that said, I will say again: I love my friends. The people who have managed to make me feel loved and secure in that love will forever have my love and loyalty in return.
And if anyone threatens those people, I do not take kindly to it.
I am a kind person. I always lead with love and patience and a desire to learn and grow. I truly contain so much empathy I think I will explode from it one day. But if you ever hurt the people I love the most, I will never forget that. I will never view you the same way. Amends can be made (and in the one particular instance that inspired this post, the one that’s been haunting me for weeks, SHOULD have been made), but the second you show your true colors, I won’t forget that.
Being mean has no place here. Not with me, not in my circle. Conflicts happen, that’s normal, not everyone will get along with everyone else. But if you can’t handle that like an adult, if you can’t communicate respectfully and figure it out, if you’re dumb enough to do something unnecessarily cruel and hurtful, I’m not going to forget that, and you’re going to have to work hard to convince me to forgive it.
