No matter how prepared you are to deal with any situation, there are still unwelcome events that can give even the most emotionally equipped person a nice case of whiplash.
The emotions are swift. A rogue wave of sorts. You can’t turn your face quick enough as it’s frigid force smashes into you, soaking your clothes, leaving you gasping for air at its bone-chilling temperature. Finally able to gather your breath, you gently shake off your clothes and quietly say,
“Where did THAT come from?”
Recently, the selfish, exploitative actions of someone I know delivered a swift punch to my gut and caused a very visceral reaction.
I felt like spikes were going to shoot out of my spine. I was unusually pissed off for what was, and still is, an all-together sad situation.
In these moments, I get mad at the world and immediately want to put on armor; shield myself from the other manipulative stunts this person may bring into my corner of the universe.
It’s in those knee-jerk, “I’ll show ’em”, “Fine! Then I’ll take all of my toys and just go home” moments, that I have to remember how very seldom I actually feel this way.
Because in reality, it doesn’t last long.
Perhaps it’s part of my stubborn will to refuse to believe that evil outweighs the good in the world.
I will not let the disingenuous actions of someone else define my reality, which is surrounded by supportive, loving souls. This world is a wonderful place and I won’t let anyone shatter that belief.
I will not let it make me hard.