I can’t help but sometimes dislike that I have the ability to see the good in people, to look beyond actions, analyse, and create probabilities as to why they say and do things untoward. Is it because I don’t want people to be bad? That the harsh reality of people’s selfish nature is simply too much for my good willed personality? Sure I have a harsh side but I’ve never gone to great lengths to hurt someone.
Trust is such a precious gift so easily taken advantage of these days, as if its readily replaceable. It takes but a moment to take and so much time to rekindle. Or perhaps that’s why people break it to hurt others – they know how painful broken trust it, its gut wrenching. It’s that sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something goes seriously wrong. In saying this its almost always done via text – its must be so easy not to say it to my face.
Indeed I have meet so many others from dating sites that are clearly so burnt and weathered from previous relationships that they are now made from porcelain. So scared they are of shattering they develop massive offense and defense mechanisms that go of with the slightest breeze. Have they ever wondered though that one person’s mistakes are not another’s?
I dislike getting played…A lot (I’m sure no one likes it), one reason of course is the other person isn’t honest about what they want. The thing is when you first meet someone you tend to ignore some red flags that might pop up. In my recent case the room could have been painted red and I wouldn’t have seen it.
Why was I ignoring the red flags? Well it’s funny thing, it seems that where people work can have an effect on how much you trust them. So when a policeman comes along I mistakenly pushed aside any warnings and hit the ground running.
So here is the play book, I fell for the “I want to be exclusive with you” scenario. What that really meant was exclusive until I get what I want. It really does open your eyes when you on the other side of emotional manipulation, people can actually talk their way into the bedroom.
So what hope is there for me if I can’t see the forest through the trees? A chain saw?