Until people prove to me that they are worth my time and effort, that they can provide something to me that I can't get from anyone else, I will avoid them to remain reclusive. Those who have no value to me may as well not exist... but since they do exist, I tolerate them until they can prove to me what the value of their existence is. If that value has any positive merit it must vastly outweigh the negative. I will not bother to associate myself with unhealthy individuals, because I've already made the mistake of doing so and I regret it.Come on now. Who else out there uses isolation and withdrawing as almost a life rule? People suck and I don't give a f*** a great proportion of the time.
Putting up with nonsense is tolerance. From my perspective, tolerance is not love. Love, in my opinion, is more about mutual understanding, acceptance and participation. I view tolerance as apathy, which is neutral. I tolerate certain things because I have to, not because of my emotional inclinations but as a duty. People who feel love for someone will not simply tolerate that person or that person's words or actions but will instead become involved in some way.Why do you put up with nonsense? Love?
I do, actually, give a fuck. I do care. That's the problem.People suck and I don't give a f*** a great proportion of the time.
Your post reflects a lot of what I deal with.I do, actually, give a fuck. I do care. That's the problem.
I care a good deal too much. Too fucking much for my own good, compared to the people I've met who pretend not to, or worse, pretend they do then act completely contrary to their own proposal. The things which I do care about, not everyone else is going to care for. Hence, the isolation.
That was me about family and friends....thank you for such an inspiring post! I have been trying and trying to be accepted by my wife.........rather than accepting myself.....and letting her deal (or not) with me.Someone else in this thread mentioned that their family and friends still berate them for their hermitic personality, in spite of already knowing they're a recluse. The same goes for me, from family and friends. For many years I was ashamed of being this way, and tried with full earnest to not be quite so reclusive. I didn't really understand it. Now, many moons into my mid-life here, I've finally accepted it all. Like it or not, here I am, for better or worse, until my days are over. It was liberating! Accepting it, and now having a positive outlook on it, has given me much happiness. I'm different, not less.
I wish you the very best with that. I feel fortunate that mine is completely understanding, accepting and full of patience in this regard. Although, it seems possible that once you're happy with who you are, the other party will follow suit. One of those happiness begats happiness or laughter is contagious scenarios.I have been trying and trying to be accepted by my wife.........rather than accepting myself.....and letting her deal (or not) with me.