As per this 2 problem, early on, I would be pointing out the objective behavior patterns involved in the incident, the flaws in the pattern and how to correct the pattern.About Type 2s: oh Lord. Type 2s. The type 2 I referred to earlier can get very domineering at the wrongest times, when it's completely unnecessary. Have you noticed that with the 2s in your life? This pushes my buttons like nothing else. This person starts acting like a damn flower, and goes on and on about their hurt feelings. Thanks to my patience, I allow them to spend week after week discussing the time where my coldness hurt them (where they complain about me and get very critical). It's never ending, and I am so done with this self-victimization. The nagging, manipulative and accusatory behavior is extremely hurtful to me. If I didn't care for this person, I would never have let them get away with this. But, they are clearly abusing the privilege. This person has been very understanding and kind, in the past, but right now they have turned me into some kind of monster that's out to get them just because I dared to sound cold to them. It's time to show the assertiveness and end this onefor good, and I have no regrets.
Oh, I also want to add two poems that resonate with me and may touch you as well. These are by my one of my favorite poets-Rainer Maria Rilke.
The first one moves me deeply because of the difficult and abusive experiences of my childhood, something you can relate to
As Once the Winged Energy of Delight
As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.
Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
contradictions...For the god
wants to know himself in you
The second poem is a tribute to our battles and the compassionate warrior in you and I (and us Type 8s) and others who have shown courage, kindness and strength through periods of difficulty and pain:
What Survives
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
It isn't the gesture that lasts,
but it dresses you again in gold
armor -from breast to knees-
and the battle was so pure
an Angel wears it after you.
Ya gotta suck em into the T paradigm and open their eyes to the objective, away from their subjective bullshit drama world
If that doesn't work, tell em to shut the fuck up, whilst eye fuckin them real mean
Chicks love that shit, rescuing them from themselves
A loving pimp hand
I am a romantic, at heart
