Why would I want to be friends with these people? How could i possibly want to seek approval from people who actually take pleasure in causing emotional harm to others? Why the hell, at 31, was I still trying to?
I am not perfect. I have faults. I know what they are and everyday I work on changing them. We don't even have to agree. In fact its good that we don't. I love to learn from others and why they have come to a different conclusion than me. For all I know this engrossing need to understand others could well stem from a history of emotional abuse and a desperate desire to fit in. That if I could understand you, I would agree with you and then be more like you, and you would like me, iykwim.
I realised that I am still very much what other people have made me, rather than just me. If I want to be me, I have to start letting go of this, and start accepting that it is okay to be me,
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