Closer and closer
I felt the sharp ends of the knives coming out of my stomach.
It started gradually when I began to become irritated by how my sister acts.
She is the kind of person that doesn’t answer in words and only uses growls, moans, or other primal sounds to reply, if any at all. Or she wouldn’t even reply and lets my questions hang until I repeatedly ask her to squeeze a reply from her, which gets tiring.
She also has this passive-aggressive thing where she always thinks she’s right and if I say anything that might conflict with her pre-conceived knowledge. She will argue with you and insist she isn’t arguing.
I noticed I started to forcefully demand her to change how she is because how she is, was irritating me.
I would demand a reply from her, and if she didn’t respond, I would get angry at her and give her an attitude.
I would tell her to learn her vocabulary because all her responses were just primitive sound tones and she needed to evolve.
But I realized she wasn’t the problem.
It was me.
The knives were getting larger and sharper in my stomach and they were starting to hurt me.
I experienced this before where I became so bothered with how the other person acted that I became so aggressive about it.
It might be because I’m so sensitive to how the other person is.
That’s my problem. But I can’t be numb either…
I just care too much.
I need to stop caring about other people and let go.
They are who they are, and I am who I am.
If I am to live where other people stop trying to control who I am, I must stop trying to control who they are too; it must start with me first..
I let myself become too dependent on others for my happiness.
I remembered again.. To live in sovereignty .