Life is never a bed of roses. We should believe it’s one, fake it till you make it a bed of happiness!
When my coworker casually smirked and said,”I’m immature” I didn’t like it a bit. I got offended and instantly angry. I reacted to a baseless conversation. When he is as immature as me, there I said it. I blamed him for all the nuisances. Maybe it was easy for him, Life was served on a platter for him and that in happiness.
However, this wasn’t the first time!
I’d fought with my friends numerous times and luckily one of them told after all the fights, It’s okay to fight, after all in every friendship there should be somebody to fight. I let it go. I smiled.
Years later, many instances made me go crazy sacrificing my time, wasting my energy when I relied on many people who weren’t true to me. Again, I recalled being very sensitive. I attracted toxic people and always unsatisfied like unhappy in life not knowing where it all went wrong.
Let it Go.
Hating self for these emotions.
Today, my mother believes that I’m as irresponsible as a ten-year-old. Maybe, today ten-year-olds are way better! My brother gangs up too with my mother. They feel I should be knowing life responsibilities and learn cooking.
Now, I don’t blame anyone. I blame myself! For today, I can see from where does I get these emotions as I see my father. However, it’s a pattern I could clearly see with more negativity surrounding self which I tend to overthink a lot. Nope. I’m not blaming my pop. My Mother still believes that it’s a learning path to not to be someone like him. Apparently, my sister is a living example to that frivolous temper! And I shall be one if I don’t stop.
I’m participating in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge through October and will be following the prompts suggested.
Also tagging it under #Mondaymusings