There are times when it’s okay.
Because everybody deserves another chance, because nobody’s perfect. because I don’t want you ruining my day, because of the mere reason that we are friends, because we are blood relatives, because I taught myself how to be civil at circumstances that are insidious and provocative.
There are times when it isn’t okay and I don’t confront. Especially when you are my friend, especially if you are family, especially when I have a deep respect for you but not at how you are acting. Because I value what we have been through, I cherish our conversations meaningful or not.
I tell myself, Life doesn’t have to be meaningful all the time. Each time I engage in a shallow conversation I die a little, and I tell myself why do I this? Is it for the sake of preserving a friendship that isn’t built on truth in the first place?
What is truth?
In case you don’t know the truth because it hasn’t been that obvious or because you blanketed it with how you want to see it - in your favor. In case you don’t know I will tell for the benefit of all.
I get angry
When you choose not to be cooperative.
When you don’t give your 100 percent best.
When you sell yourself short.
When you avoid responsibility.
When you don’t set your priorities straight.
At your lack of direction.
I get sad
At how you take advantage of the fact that we are friends
At how you refuse to realize your shortcomings
At how you are so content with mediocrity
At how every time you don’t perform you drag us down with you
At how I can’t seem to be a good enough influence to you
When will you see and hear?
“It is in my nature”
“If you love me, you’ll accept me for who I am”
The first one is an excuse.
The second one is shrewdness.
