Right But Wrong

I’m learning the hard way lately that there is little to no value in being “right”

I’m not saying I’m right often but the times I’m right, and felt like it was important to prove it never left me with a good feeling. Just because something is true, doesn’t mean it needs to be said; especially if it’s done in a way that humiliates or insults.

Does it really ever make anyone feel good to prove someone wrong? I’m sure there are instances but for the most part it just leaves your partner or friend feeling Stupid. Hurt. Embarrassed.

I’m willing to bet 90 percent of people’s arguments have nothing to do with the topic, and both parties just wish the other person saw them differently and valued them despite all their flaws.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but all I’ve ever wanted was my partner to think I was something. It never happened and I’m sure that’s exactly what I deserved. I have always been informed in clarity what I am not. And they are not wrong. But are they right?

I don’t understand why when we say we love people, those are the same people we hurt. You hurt the ones you love. Why? All I can come up with is I think everyone loves themselves more than those they say they love. Their feelings matter more than the person across from them. I have a vicious tongue when I’m hurt, and instead of just being hurt I need to strike back.

People that I know love me have absolutely destroyed me. Made me feel like nothing. Dirt. I know I have done this to people I love. Lots.

Afterwards I’m in shock, upset and disappointed in myself that I could so easily say something hurtful to someone I love.

I need to grow up and so does almost everyone I know. I watch kids and they behave in a far more responsible manner than your average adult. For me it’s just another symptom of the “me first” world we live in and honestly I’m fed up. Fed up with myself. I’m tired of judging and throwing stones. If I haven’t earned someone’s respect I’ll keep trying, and if I feel I have earned it, but am not getting it I will find the strength to walk away, this time without wreckage and pain in my wake. I’m tired of being right, but wrong.

If you read this far you have my condolences,

Tris