When ever my dog does a problem, he gets in trouble. He knows when he's been bad, always scurrying away to hide within the bathtub together with his long-tail stuck between his legs. What he doesn't know, though, is why he's being punished for this. This will make me sad, always wondering how this poor pup might be reprimanded for something he didn't even know he was doing wrong. “How would you yell at him?” I'll say, “he doesn't even know that what he did was bad!” I constantly stick up for him, hoping that my parents could see it generate an income do. Located on my high horse since i believe my dog is innocent, my dog is nice. I'm an excessive amount of a pushover to discipline him. I want to believe he's always good. And that’s after i realized that I am not much like by using him, but with everyone.
I wish to believe most people are good.
I thought to being a young girl, watching soap operas with my grandma. There is a scene where my favorite character got murdered, and that i got upset, anyone would. Yet, I kept telling myself the man who killed her was good, while he knew her. He didn't know what he was doing, he's still a great person, I thought. He'll feel bad about it later on.
But I didn't know that, unlike me, not everyone feels bad regarding their wrongdoings. Not everybody repents like that. Not everybody forgives. Few are much like me.
You see, I've this tragic flaw, my ultimate downfall: I never find out unhealthy in someone.
I trust an excessive amount of, forgive too easily, and that i overlook mistakes. When you ditch me? It's okay, you had something important to do. When you don't invite me to something but let me know about how much fun you had? You may just forgot to text me. I'll give you the advantage of the doubt. You are always a great friend. I'll let it slide. And let it slide I do. Every. Single. Time.
You're probably a slave to thinking, “Are you CRAZY? Stop talking with them. They do not deserve your friendship,” but my heart won't ever allow this.
This tragic flaw of mine puts me in a great disadvantage. The problem with being the person who sees the great in most people are that I'm constantly letting people walk all over me, and that i honestly believe they didn't mean to. I let all the good I thought existed in someone overshadow all of the pain I received when they would let me down. In my mind, no one meant to cause me any pain; they just didn't know any better.
My English teacher senior year of high school gave us what seemed like the simplest essay prompt I’d ever gotten:
“Are humans born inherently good, evil, or blank slates?”
Well, I attempted to think logically, people suffer from their surroundings, and so i guess blank slates. I began to write my essay, however i just couldn't put me into it, as logic was never my strong suit. I'd no internal knowledge to support my claim. Why? Because my claim wasn't things i wanted to believe about people. I needed to believe that we're inherently good.
I accept half-assed excuses, forgive old friends and ex-boyfriends who've mistreated me, and laugh it off when someone insults me. That's who I'm.
I'm likely to still begin to see the good in people, because that's who I'm. However, I'm not likely to let it modify the way people treat me. I shouldn't let individuals who hurt me free just because they have a cute smile or because we've three classes together, or even because we have been friends for years. If I allow you to walk all over me now, you'll continue doing so provided you know you're able to. I'm more vital than I know, and I will not lessen my worth by continuously allowing people to think they can make the most of how nice I am.
Put yourself first. Put your worth first. I usually see too much good in other people, but I'm going to start looking for the good in myself.
