Ever had someone push your buttons so fucking hard you were so close to unleashing Satan? Like it took every ounce of strength you have to keep your mouth shut and walk away? Know what I mean? Have you been there before?
That just recently happened to me and I wasn’t going to write about it but there’s a powerful lesson behind this story.
You all should know me well enough by now. I talk an awful lot about love, peace, kindness, respect. The usual personal development type stuff. Be kind to your neighbour, even if he is an asshole, treat people with respect, even the homeless, spread love everywhere you go, no matter what. Bla bla bla….
But every now and then, someone flicks on the switch. You know the switch I’m talking about. The switch that instantly turns on your “are you fucking kidding me right now” mad face. The switch that instantly turns your smooth flowing blood into a raging river of anger.
Ya, you know what I mean.
So that happened to me the other day. The switch was flipped.
My head did the Linda Blair thing. My fingers were itching to get to the keyboard and unleash some fury.
They didn’t. Satan was chomping at the bit. “Bitch let me at ‘em!” I had to pull back the reins. Really fucking hard. Every ounce of me was dying to go up one side, down the other and then do it all over again.
For what? What would be the point of that? To prove that I’m right? To show the other person they are wrong and that they are being big fat fucking ugly jerks?
They already know they are. Bullies already know they are bullies. They are just looking to beat you down, torment you, rip you into shreds and leave you in a heap on the floor sobbing hysterically. They take pleasure in that. They love that shit.
What they don’t love is being shut down. They don’t love the person who walks away and leaves them to stew in their own toxicity. They love a good fight and hate it when the fight ends, and they have lost. Oh how they hate that.
So I graciously and diplomatically walked away. You don’t even know how hard that was to do. I was being bombarded from all sides and instead of sitting there, arguing and proving my innocence, I walked away.
Because, for me, peace of mind is more satisfying than trying to prove I’m right.
Because I don’t have the time or the energy to waste on toxic people.
Because I respect and love myself enough to walk away from anything and anyone that doesn’t serve my highest good.
Because arguing with a fool only proves there are 2.
Learn to walk away, no matter what. Some may say I should have stayed and argued and fought til I won. For what?
I already am a winner. I hold my head high knowing who I am and what I stand for. I don’t have to prove myself to anyone. Only to me.
Don’t be bullied. Ever. The best response to a bully is no response at all.
You can listen to the podcast about this story here:
Peace and Love
xo iva xo