It’s always so painfully obvious when a post of this nature is in order.
People do not volunteer negative opinions, slander or lies about another person without some sort of personal agenda.
If you blindly act on unverified information, you do the victim a huge disservice.
Worse, you do a disservice to yourself.
I’m a Law Clerk. Both sides are heard before judgement is passed.
Makes sense, n’est-ce pas?
Jealousy woke me out of my sleep a short while ago
Not mine. I’m rarely if ever jealous. Honestly. Ask anyone I’ve ever had a relationship with.
Yes, even the crazy dude. If he could, he’d tell you the insane lengths he had to go to, to create the appearance of me being jealous.
Jealousy is nasty on so many levels and giving in to it makes ordinary, decent people behave in the basest of ways. The worst bit is, they feel justified to act on a contrived emotion. If you step back from it, the jealous person is the one acting like a twit, not the target of their insecurities.
Because there it is. Jealousy stems from our own insecurities. Our own negative perceptions of ourselves, projected onto someone else and fanned into life. It’s easier to be angry at someone else for an imaginary wrong, than to face what may be triggering our anger.
A little part of your soul dies when you are cruel, gossip, lie about or are dismissive to another human only because you feel diminished by them.
Just thinking this morning…
8 June 2015
I thought I would try my hand at a Friday Fictioneer prompt. Inspired by rochellewisofffields.
Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.
Here is today’s picture prompt (below).
Word Count: 103
Liz felt like an imposter in the pretentious downtown Toronto gallery but these places were a hazard of dating Diego. Agents and critics adored him; fans and sycophants flocked to his shows. Unable to compete with his ego, she planned to end this gracefully, after tonight’s opening soirée. She had just set her glass of sangria on the painfully trendy brick bar; when it was shattered by a flying rock, turning the painting behind it, “Diego’s Blonde” to a vampiric redhead. The subject of the work; looking crazed and dishevelled, shouted “Sold!” from the doorway; turned on her heel and left the gallery.
**Constructive criticism welcome but please be gentle, this is my first time**
If the only way you can feel secure in your relationship
Is to constantly say and do things that make your partner feel marginalized and insecure
You are not in a relationship. You are fighting a war with your ego
And every game played is just one more skirmish in a battle that you will lose
Along with the very thing you are trying so hard to make so jealous
That they will turn their world upside down to prove their love and faithfulness to you
That isn’t a relationship. That is a war
You will lose
5 January 2014