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My oldest nephew started out a decent kid…until he picked up something really bad from his parents, including my sister. They call it the inevitable spilling of HARD TRUTHS. I call it harsh, cruel, rude and disrespectful verbal behavior.
I’ve been known to hurt people’s feelings for speaking BLUNTLY. I’ve told people I was bothered by their wrinkles or concerned about a dozen other things they told me. And, the result is often enough me being told I hurt them deeply before they stop talking to me. I didn’t say anything in a hostile tone or even attempt to sound like a bully. I just said what was on my mind, sort of like Elon Musk would, without emotional conscience…that is…until AFTER I hurt the person. THEN I am left with a heap of guilt and self-destructive thoughts because I ruined a potential relationship.
But, my sister…her husband…and now my oldest nephew…they have such sharp, careless tongues when they talk around and about me. I expect such talk from bullies and jerks I’ve had to call coworkers/classmates. I don’t expect or want that from my own family. If I get upset, if I say I’m hurt, all I get is, “Hard truth!”
What a load of crap!
I’d like to throw some of that HARD TRUTH back at those who throw it at me, but I seem to lack that sharpness of tongue. So, for anyone who complains or gets hurt by me, you got nothing. You got scratched by a fraction of what hits me in the head too often.
[This seems oddly short and incomplete, considering the length of many other posts I’ve made. But, I guess it’s sufficient to convey the message. I’m unhappy with the “hard truths” my family feels free to sling like breaths and unable to be as rude (beyond blunt) without my conscience revolting.]
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