The older I’ve gotten, I found that challenging situations, or people, I should say, don’t bother me so easily. If I should find myself in said situation, I do one of two things: don’t respond or give a rebuttal. Should I go with the latter, I express my feelings, frustration, or sometimes anger, and immediately afterwards, I’m done. I don’t allow the aggressor and initiator the opportunity to live underneath my skin or in my head, because it not only holds me hostage to them, but sets me back to a place I promised myself I’d never go. I know arguments, or disagreements, as some people call them, are inevitable. I’m not saying that they aren’t, but what I am stating is that while they should be “healthy,” all of them won’t be, especially if they are started by someone who isn’t. Toxicity is praised and welcomed by many people, although reasons unbeknownst to me. However, what I won’t do is allow someone who’s poisonous to infect me, ultimately affecting who I am as a person. Regardless of their affiliation and the situation, if I’m met with adversity, I don’t let it stay with me. After I state my position, it’s over in 10 minutes, and I resume my life as if it never happened. Too often we engage with people filled with rage, and the only way to not fuel the fire, is if we don’t add oil to the flames. Sometimes, the best thing to do isn’t always the easiest, but as you grow older and wiser, you realize that some things and people, just aren’t worth it.
Until next time my NOTE takers!