I’m judgmental. I’ll admit it. I believe that generally speaking people are good, but I also tend to make snap decisions about folks. I often never change my mind, no matter what happens. I’ve always chalked this up to good character judgment, but I know it’s a character flaw.
I don’t forgive and harbor resentment for perceived wrongs while I may smile convincingly at the person in question. This is most likely because a million cutting phrases that would love to escape my mouth swirl around the back of my head like piranha, but get stuck in the frontal lobes, rendering me tongue tied. Given this, I avoid confrontation like a plague.
A while ago I was introduced to a friend of a friend. Not quite a moon in my orbit, but a large mountain on one of my moons. (Does that analogy make any sense? And how conceited is it for me to think of my self as a planet?)
I don’t like this person. He makes biting comments every time I see him. I don’t think it’s always malicious, just this person’s flaw. This ability/desire to say whatever comes to mind with no regard to its targets feelings.
I’ve seen him do it to others, but this past week I got hit with his verbal shrapnel. He popped something that I've been holding close to my heart. It hurt. More than I want to admit, but I guess the sheer fact that I am writing this right now is somewhat of a clue. This has been swimming around in my head all weekend. A vehicle for my little passive-aggressive piranha to take a nibble.
Vague as this entry is, I feel better. Ahhh.