Anyone meeting me may not realize this. But…
I am NOT a people person!
Don’t get me wrong. I am friendly. I will do ANYTHING I can to help anyone…willing to help themselves…and loads of others for a long time too.
But I have said for some time…
Once you stop believing in Santa Claus and magic, I don’t have much use for you.
I prefer the company of #LittleHumans before they get to the point that they have crafted a societally pleasing mask. But once you start to worry more about what other people think of you…well, that ain’t for me…
You see I wasted about forty years trying to be what others wanted or expected me to be…trying to make friends…attempting to compromise and negotiate…to find solutions that worked for everyone.
And I burned out!
Depression, anxiety, and domestic abuse broke my mask irrevocably. Even the couple of times each year that I pull it out of the closet (quite literally I have one bra, a blow dryer, and a small collection of make-up that PanKwake has more than I do) I cannot wear it for long (a couple of hours)…and even then I usually shine through the cracks in it. I manage to find one person that I can be myself with…and stick with them.
You know what?
I am HAPPIER than I have ever been.
I am a better parent to PanKwake than I was to my other offspring (for which I apologize profusely).
And I am NOT going back to playing nice…following the rules…being polite.
Here’s the truth…
Unfortunately, most people don’t want to hear the truth. Even ones who say/think that they do or are…only want a small taste of freedom…in one area or another.
Most people will never have the courage to take the red pill.
And once you do…you will never be a people person again. You never can be!
You value truth…right…and good…more than you do people.
That does not mean you won’t have people in your life. You can’t get away from them in this post-modern world. There are virtually no Walden Ponds left…and even then Big Brother/government is likely to attempt to interfere/legislate what you can and cannot do.
It does mean that you have to be incredibly careful about what people you truly let in to your space. Which is why most of the people I am closest too are #LittleHumans…before they swallowed that blue pill. Before they bought the lies.
I have been incredibly blessed to have a partner who sees the truth. At the same time, he is much more capable of manipulating the Matrix…bending it. And best of all, he is incredibly good at keeping me grounded. I trust his insights and respect his opinions…even when they differ from my own. And he is wonderful at drawing lines for me when I cannot do it myself. I joked him last night that he might have to forbid me social media if this keeps up.
I have a #HappilyAutistic #ProudlyPDA #LittleHuman who never took that blue…and I hope never will.
There are some friends who even if they have not swallowed the red pill are at least considering.
I just keep pissing people off. Because bottom line…I won’t compromise. I don’t sugar coat. Whether that be…#HomeEd…#neurodivergence…#Parenting your #LittleHumans…or #TheMeaningOfLife.
Am I 100% right? Oh, hell, NO! No one is. NO ONE!
But if you swallow that red pill then you too will see your truth…and have the courage to tell me to *f*off. And we will agree to disagree…that’s how it works in our #HomeCrazzyHome with three independent, critical thinking red-pill people living in harmony and #UnconditionalLove.
And speaking of no one being perfect (I finally found Cookie Monster’s flaw…but too personal to share)…I made a big deal the other day about Ghandi’s clay feet but I still appreciate parts of his message…his truth…including this one…
And that, folks, is why I will never be a People Person.