The Avoidant

I remember asking him why he doesn’t compliment me more, and he answered: ‘I don’t wanna blow smoke up your ass’.

Now, the more I pull myself out of the thick mud gathered around my ankles that was pulling me in, I realise how truly telling that singular interaction was.

Someone who will withhold loving word and find no trouble lavishing words on conflict and criticism, is someone who wields language just as well as he wields his brittle ego, in my humble opinion.

I found scribbled on a piece of paper in my desk drawer,

‘foolish is the one who’d rather brandish the fine words for fight than for love’

I wrote it out one time after another interaction that felt like a perpetual Me vs You (and there was no way You are losing).

Quite sad it is when someone who will not take care of their Tender Thoughts and prune them gently into lovely shapes, starts throwing up bile and assorted garbage all across everyone’s carpet.