One really cool thing you can do if you're a bit of a coward is go around calling people abusers and never have a conversation with the person in question. That way, uou get all of the fun of scandal and gossip while appearing righteous.
It's super cool! You can attack from miles away and never have to accept criticism for what you've done while critiquing others. You never have hear what was going on in the person. You can regard them as non-person entities that you attack for personal pleasure, while wearing the mantle of "reformer" and "defender".
This is, of course, what it is to not recognize your own shadow in another.
The more ferociously you attack, the greater your rejection of the other, the more you are saying with a clear voice to yourself "That is not me! I am not like that!"
The more immediate the rejection, the more suspect.
The greater the intensity of the rejection of the person you don't really know, the more clear it is that you sre actually rejecting parts of yourself you don't want to admit are major components of who you are.
This means you can never achieve full expression of yourself, understand yourself, or really understand others.
It's a fun way to live, actually, as a partial person. A trip to the linen closet becomes a labyrinthine hall of funhouse mirrors. Very exciting. Never mind the trail of ripped threads, broken doors, and rooms on fire.
Of course it's senselessly selfish and self contradictory, but hey, if everybody else is doing awful stuff much worse then who cares, right?
right?
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I get it. Life is hard. Hurting other people might make you feel strong for once, especially if they never attack you. This changes when you see that the one you do this to is really you. It will be clear when you ask what do you really know about their personal experience and come up with mere surface facts. It's your own self-hatred bubbling up.
What can I do? Recommend self-love? Then what if they won't accept their own self-love? At that point, you're really dealing with dust and debris flying out from a storm that started well before you got involved. Bad weather. Come back when things have cleared up a little. Some storms last most of a lifetime.
Do you see how that act of withdrawing is compassionate, and not accusatory? Do you see how there is recognition of self even in the storm metaphor? Do you see how there isn't a standing above, but a standing next to, even in recognition of the chaos that impinges upon us all?
