There are a few things in life that really bother me. It is not so much that they make me mad, but they make me sad. Tonight, for the silliest reason, I was reminded of one of those things.
I cannot bear when someone does not believe what I say concerning my motives and emotions - the reasons for why I do certain things. For example, when I as young we had a rule in our house that we were not allowed to pass by things that needed to be put away - we must pick them up and put them away. I walked up stairs and saw a pile at the top, and for whatever reason, walked by without taking anything. I knew the rule, so I immediately returned to do as I was supposed to do. As I was walking down the hall toward the pile, my dad yelled "Danielle! Come pick this stuff up!"
"I was on my way to do that."
"No you weren't. Don't lie."
I was telling the truth. It hurt so much to know that I couldn't make my dad believe me, no matter how much I wanted him to listen.
It still gets me even today. If I know what was going on inside of me, but can't convince someone else that I am telling the truth, I go crazy. And it is not enough for the other person to simply say that they believe me- I need to believe that they really do.
1 comment:
I really believe you. And I was not arguing with your feelings. I just said what I perceived. I understand now, truly, the reason you didn't sing. Haha I love you my friend. Bunches and Bunches
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