I've been accused of yelling. That's right, yelling. I've been accused of attacking another, because I yell. I admit, I yell out of frustration. And I yell when I am not being listened to, heard, or cut off and talked over, before I can finish my thoughts and expressions, even if my voice is calm and focused, in the beginning. There are those who have the ability to attack and maligne others, so sublimely, without raising a vocal chord. Don't get me wrong, they have vocal cords and do use them, in an uproarious fashion, at their own discretion. Until I use my own, at my discretion. Suddenly the tables are turned, and I am the villain.It's always been a major thing for me, to be understood. I can't stand dishonesty, in any form, shape or fashion. Or misrepresentation, of myself, by another... which, to me, is just another form of lying. If someone misrepresents me, to another, I take that as an assualt and attack on my character. And I will defend that character, though my communication skills with regards to how I defend that part of myself are quite poor.
I'm not really a hard person to understand. And if you wanna know how I feel about something, or why I did or said something, all you have to do is ask me. I am as open as they come, I hide nothing of who I am. I am the sort who feels that hiding and denying gets one nowhere fast. And that the only way to find resolve, with anything, is to be open and honest. But, why is it that I always find myself surrounded with those who cannot be honest? They say birds of a feather flock together. Am I not being honest? Or am I just on a learning stage, set up to learn how to walk away from dishonesty, and those who embody those sort of traits?
Perhaps I would not become so upset if those, in my life, would listen to my Heart... hear my reasoning... listen to my words, take them for the reality that they are... and believe them. Afterall, who better, than myself, can truly understand my Heart? Often, in relationships, people have to dig and dig to get someone to open up and express their emotions. Not so, with me. I'm easy. I lay it out on the table. This is who I am. This is how I feel. But, please, do not attempt to try and tell me how I feel... or where an emotion is sourcing from, because you don't know... and lies and accusations about who I am, and what I am feeling... whether communicated to myself, or spoken to another... are just not working for me.
It surrounds me, everywhere. In the work place, where some of my co-workers, to include my supervisor, are on some sort of huge ego trip, spilling out power and control, by the bucket loads, and lying and misrepresenting. I'm not simply talking about power struggles they have, with me... I'm talking about power struggles with many other of my co-workers, that they have. The atmosphere, there, is unbelievable. Other's who have been added to our working environment have noted the low degree of good morale in our office... so, it's not just me who sees and feels these things. And it's sad, really. Sad that the energy has to be this way. And sad that we remain, to experience this over and over, daily. You either have to be slick enough to fool the powers that be, enough to get on their good side, so that you are in the club(or they think you are)... or you have to just lay extremely low and follow through with the mass confusion of ideas and information that gets disseminated there... and end up getting nothing right, and risk looking like an idiot, because god knows that only these power hungry people have it right... or so they think... and hence the confusion carries over, day after day. And I'm basically, a strong person, who defends theirself, and doesn't accept stupidity, lies and denial as an answer. Can you imagine what happens to the weak ones who are totally powerless and can't, don't or won't defend themselves? It's not pretty... and I feel for them.
How do these things go on? How is it possible that people live this daily, in their lives? There are many and sundry reasons why people get caught up and remain in these sorts of energy whirlwinds.
I, for one, believe that everything we experience is a lesson/growth experience in our living. So.... then... what is the reason that I have remained, for so long, in such uproarious situations?
Maybe it is just so that I can say, "I don't want this anymore. I don't choose this anymore. And I am not going to live this anymore."
I no longer want to give my power over to another, so that I am able to be thrown off center.
I no longer want to walk on egg shells. I no longer want to struggle with the emotions of seeking and needing approval. I want to exist in Peace. I want to BE. I want to be in the energy of acceptance, not struggle.
I no longer want to yell. I no longer want to experience the need to yell.
I really don't want this anymore.

6 comments:
Alas shimmerrings, the secret is never to bite or take the bait.
Sure we all want to be heard
sure none of us like to be talked over. But at the end of the day, who knows where being heard will lead us to, or where being silent will save us from.
Wishing you a great weekend!
Again, you have written something that confirms to me how much we have in common. I don't like to yell, either, but if you push me hard enough, it's gonna happen (and it usually ain't pretty)!
One of my cluster supervisors accused me of adding hours to my timesheet for a training that he didn't think that I had. It took me ten minutes to prove to this man (who is 20 years younger than me) that I am a woman of my word, and maybe he gets nonsense like this from his 20-year old employees, but at 44 I'm WAY too old to be making things up to try to get away with something! And I never did that, even when I was younger. Very frustrating. But I know why I stay. I love my DD guys, and I love the hours and the benefits. The administration sucks.
It seems to me that somebody really knows how to push your buttons...how to get a reaction out of you. You have described a bully...somebody who flaunts their power and loves to see the victim cringe.
I refuse to volunteer to be a victim...and volunteer is the key word.
That is 'abuse'....and I would walk out of that situation.
There are some people and situations that we can't change but we do make choices. Choose to honor yourself and take care of your soul. You are of value to the universe.
Have a good weekend!
Quasar, thanks for that. It is, indeed, about not taking the bait. I've been such a sucker for that one. And I'm waaay tired of biting, best to let the worm go by. No more. I want Peace. And those words are the wisest I've heard in a very long time. "...at the end of the day, who knows where being heard will lead us to, or where being silent will save us from."
The best test for all that is my chest... and all the stress that has been building there. I truly feel as if my chest is going to explode, some days... and my muscles in constant knots. Yep, let the worm go by.
You have a good weekend, too.
Lisa, I know part of the reason I stay... but, it's not good enough, anymore... unless I can do as quasar says and stop biting, but even that may not help the situation at work. I do love my job and I love the people that I assist, though I am doing nothing major to change the world or people's lives. But yes, supervision sucks! It's amazing how much we continue to have in common, eh? Lol. Hang in there, girl! And thanks for dropping in.
Hi Matty... remember that post I wrote a long time ago, about bullies and such? You are right. It is about choices. I spend a lot of time giving my best effort, though sometimes by best effort sucks... before I throw in the towel. In the end, it does come down to choice. There is always the other option, which comes with more choices and decisions... and then the weighing of the two against one another. Sometimes having the courage to go out on a limb, and risk falling ... to be fearless of the unknown... is what we have to muster up. I've done it before, I can do it again. I'm working on it. The first step beyond not wanting something anymore, involves the ability to say, "I don't want this anymore."
As always, thanks for the love and support.
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