Frustation

Dealing with people was once a strength of mine. But now, it definitely is not. I have changed, evolved maybe, and the new me is to-the-point, cut-the-crap, you-give-me-shit-i-give-you-shitloads type. Arrogance, some might say. But for me its the best mode of survival. In my past life if I had to give back to a mean person, I would cry. Cry out of anger. A whole war will happen inside my head but nothing will be shown out. Doormat, you could say.

But today things have changed. I can't stand anybody being mean, to anybody. I fight for myself and for others if I can.

This change makes me feel better but the truth is, I am not being liked by many people anymore. Short-tempered, many say. Arrogant, some think. But its just the same me. The only change that's happened is that there's a little more of me and a little less of 'you'. In other words, I am what 'you' have always been. So full of 'yourself'. The sweetness in me has not reduced. Not one bit. The bear-ability has reduced. But after 24 years of putting up with other people's shortcomings are my own, isn't it only fair that I be the way I am now?