I just found out about something.
It happened 2-3 years ago. I didn't know about the specific situation then, but I was unhappy with the general situation. People told me I was being mean, cruel and cynical. I told them I was right. That we (sister included) were right. We knew it wasn't the way people told us it was. We knew they were lying to us--and they were. It took three years, but we were proved right.
This scares me: I have a bad feeling about where this general situation is still going. Yesterday, I would have admitted I read a little too much into it 2-3 years ago. I was even ready to "give in" slightly. That changed today.
It's nice to be right. It's nice to be reassured that I should hold my position staunchly. But I have a problem. If I am proved right, then it's going to hurt people I love. I don't want them hurt.
I don't want to be right about this.
But I probably will be.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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