Today, I was referred to as The Meanest of my sibs, and therefore could attack and injure someone, basically on a whim. No basis for it, except that he has absorbed the venom that my sister spews. Why do people Insist on assuming the worst of me- with Zero evidence that I Am mean, or capable of harming others for any reason- or no reason. I don’t have the energy to keep trying to prove that Im worthy of being seen in a Positive way First. Im tired in a very deep, spiritual level. What if treating me like a villain- believing and sharing the belief with others- that I am worthy of their venom- fulfills a greater need within them? Some need that helps them in their own journey. Maybe My purpose on this earth is to be the target and to recieve their hate. I have things to do, today,so I need to not cry over this. I need to package my hurt feelings up with a bow, and go pretend. I am painting the fence, again.
