So I’m a people pleaser. Do you know the type? I’m a Libra AND an INFP…yeah, it’s that bad. I will sacrifice my self respect and dignity if it means making someone else happy. I’ll be unfathomably uncomfortable as long as it ensures someone else gets to be comfortable, even if I can’t stand that someone else. I have to tell you, it’s exhausting…and I hate myself a little more each time I avoid the discomfort of confrontation in order to maintain peace.
It’s great to be civil and think of others first. But at some point you have to say “enough is enough” or “that bitch can’t treat me that way.” I mean, boundaries are healthy, right?
Just once, I’d like to be the asshole.
Now I’m not suggesting giving in to my every whim would be a good idea. I can’t just walk up to people I don’t like and kick them right in the vagina, because I hear that would be rude or whatever. But I can define my limit, and it’s okay for me to expect that I’m treated with the dignity and respect that I deserve.
I am not a doormat. I am a good person, dammit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a voodoo doll to assemble.