Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert
Well, isn’t it just absolutely delightful how people can be so wonderfully inconsistent? I mean, it’s truly puzzling how fairness seems to be a concept lost on some individuals. Take my lifetime of experience, for instance (not that anyone asked for it). I’ve come to realize that being a “safe” person, you know, someone who doesn’t judge and can handle a few offenses without losing their mind, apparently gives others the right to give me all sorts of unsolicited advice. They will kindly inform me of what I should do, how to think, and even how to live my life. Oh, the joy!
However, let’s not forget that these same people, who are far from being paragons of safety, have an astonishing aversion to receiving any form of criticism or suggestions from anyone, including yours truly. Heaven forbid anyone dares to approach them in an authoritative manner. The mere thought of it sends them into a fit of rage, causing them to either explode, abandon me, yell, shame me, or act like spoiled children denying any wrongdoing. Apparently, reality checks are simply not on their menu.
Yet, the moment I dare to set my own boundaries and stand up for myself, I am faced with the burdensome responsibility of waging an emotional war. Isn’t that special? It’s positively maddening! I mean, wouldn’t it be just fabulous if people could simply say, “Oh, well, fair enough, I won’t do that again”? You know, like I do! But alas, it seems I am surrounded by a tribe of individuals who prefer to dance to their own tune, heedless of fairness or accountability.
Ah, the joys of dealing with such inconsistencies. It truly is a remarkable experience that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Who needs fairness and logical discourse anyway? It’s much more exciting to navigate the treacherous waters of emotional turmoil and one-sided expectations. Really, it’s the stuff dreams are made of. Not!
To the emotionally stunted high schoolers, it’s time for a reality check! We’ve long skipped the melodramatic halls of high school. And guess what? It’s a revelation that took me a stunning 60 years to grasp. Brace yourselves, because here it is: you don’t have to like me, and I don’t have to like you. Mind-blowing, isn’t it?
I used to think there was something fundamentally wrong with me if I didn’t fancy someone’s company. I mean, come on, if the whole world adored them, surely I was missing something, right? But no, it finally clicked that maybe they see something entirely different. And you know what? That’s not my problem. Some individuals, bless their hearts, are experts in deliberate nastiness. They grant themselves the golden ticket to act horribly with zero remorse. Accountability? Psh, they don’t even know what that means. Your unwavering, non-judgmental response to their outrageously selfish ways won’t put a dent in their behavior.
Oh, and let’s not forget the covert masters of the game, especially the women. They’ve perfected the art of dispelling backhanded compliments, all cleverly masked with plausible deniability. It’s a timeless charade passed down through generations. But let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, I’m utterly fed up with this tiresome song and dance.
Reba Nietert 