Cry if you must.
But keep going.
~ unknown ~
I discovered through life that it is better to walk away than to give in to the emotions that may cause me to regret my words and actions. People may want my reaction at that moment; but, I have discovered early on in life it’s better to pause, think and reflect, pray, etc., and etc. before saying or doing anything. In fact, sometimes inaction is the best way to go. Just let them think what they want to think (of/about me). It’s not worth the argument or potential hurt feelings.
The disadvantage is when I finally made my decision(s), know my thoughts on the subject, etc., and etc., it might be too late as people have no patience for those who take the time to ponder upon things first. In other words, the moment has passed for them even though it has not for me. I take things too seriously.
The worst effect from deliberately walking away is that my feelings and thoughts settle in my soul. As a result, I may make personal decisions that reflect back upon the instigator of the event. In other words, my respect will either have gone up or down for the person(s).
Pausing to reflect upon things or regain my composure is a good thing; but, it may not be for the situation that is currently happening. There are times when I wish I had spoken up and defended myself immediately.
I only know if the situation(s) occur again, I will speak and stand up for myself. In fact, I’ve already done this and shocked/surprised a person.
It is not easy for me to speak up for myself in social situations and even on social media. But, I get tired of certain things repeatedly being said or happening. It’s their values, beliefs, and assumptions about me that irks me. However, I just never know if my timing is accurate and this always causes me anxiety.
I also get anxious and stressed about what they may think of me, my words, reactions or inactions. It’s crazy insane I get this way. I don’t want anyone to think badly of me and yet, I have no doubt some do. I’ve gotten better about this as I get older. I still care; but, it’s not like they care about me. I’m sure that last sentence makes sense, not!
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Don’t hate me for having thoughts of my own.
~ moi (Lee Ann Lenfest} ~