Being misunderstood is a violating feeling for me and I don’t know why.
Obviously it’s normal to care about loved ones’ opinion of you. But sometimes it’s someone I barely care about, if they misunderstand me, I will spend so long to explain myself even if the person doesn’t even care to listen to me LOL.
I often ask myself, why do I care?
Is my self-opinion so volatile that any remotely negative concept threatens its core?
and so what if someone thinks of me negatively?
Why can’t I sit with someone misunderstanding me?
Aren’t I sure that I’m doing the right thing?
Why do I need people to know it too?
Honestly, I don’t have an answer… I think I still have miles ahead of me for this journey called self-love and self-validation.
But one day I shall make my own decisions and guide my own behaviors using an internal scale that isn’t so easily tilted/influenced by anything outside of me. 🥲
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