It’s been a hard day, and all you want is to go home. The sun fades, the sky turns dark blue as it begins to rain when you’re walking down your street. You sigh in relief as you see your house before you up ahead. But then, there’s that one person who decides to be rude and come out of nowhere grabbing for your arm in an attempt to get what they can from you. It doesn’t matter if it’s 50¢ or $5; they just want something from someone else…
You’re at a crossroads when you see them. You can keep walking, but then they’ll just follow you and continue trying to take something from you until either one of you gets into an altercation because the other person will not let go or it becomes dangerous. Or, there’s option B: You can freeze up in fear as they grab your arm before finally spitting out “I need money.” Your gut feeling is telling you that if this continues to happen more often that their intentions won’t be so innocent - they want what others have. If these people are constantly grabbing for everything someone else has without any remorse on where it comes from…
This happens too many times with these types of individuals who have no regard for how hard someone else has worked to get what they have.
There’s a point where it becomes too much and you can’t take any more of their greedy hands trying to claw for anything that is yours because the only thing they really want is power - but not in the way most people think. These individuals are after control, even if it means using violence or threats as a tactic: many times this behavior starts off subtle with them slowly chipping away at your self-esteem until one day when something happens and all hell breaks loose (usually due to someone getting hurt). Sometimes these types of situations escalate quickly such as an instance where two girls were fighting each other over who was going first on catching up on Netflix while others laughed about how petty things can get between a couple.
becomes too much and you can’t take any more of their greedy hands trying to claw for anything that is yours because the only thing they really want is power - but not in the way most people think. These individuals are after control, even if it means using violence or threats as a tactic: many times this behavior starts off subtle with them slowly chipping away at your self-esteem until one day when something happens and all hell breaks loose (usually due to someone getting hurt). Sometimes these types of situations escalate quickly such as an instance where two girls were fighting each other over who was going first on catching up on Netflix while others laughed about how petty things can get between a couple.
“It’s really not that serious,” she said trying to diffuse the situation, “We can just watch it tomorrow.”
The other girl shook her head and started screaming.
“No! I want it now!” She punched me in the arm before storming off into a room down the hall.
The first thing we need is for you to know what your boundaries are even when they don’t seem obvious or like there’s any question about them - but also accepting criticism as constructive feedback (getting defensive) doesn’t do anything productive either: this only adds fuel to their fire because then all of a sudden you’ve made yourself vulnerable so they can keep going after you without hesitation. If someone is intentionally hurting people around them then that person needs to be addressed in a different way.
“This is my room,” she said, opening the door and motioning for me to go inside. She turned on the lights and I was suddenly flooded with her personality. It seemed as though everything she owned filled up this space, which wasn’t that big to begin with- there were clothes draped over furniture, CDs piled across the floor of both rooms (the one we just walked into and another), books stacked against every wall, even on top of shelves above doors where they didn’t fit below them anymore.”
The girl took off before storming out again screaming about how unfair it all was - but I knew better than to follow because if I did then things would only escalate.
Slowly I walked around, lifting things up and putting them back where they belonged.
“I found a ‘Beck’ CD in the pile of CDs that had apparently spilled over so much it couldn’t fit on the shelf anymore.”
“This is my room,” she said, opening the door and motioning for me to go inside. She turned on the lights and I was suddenly flooded with her personality. It seemed as though everything she owned filled up this space, which wasn’t too big to begin with - there were clothes draped over furniture; CDs piled across every floor (of both rooms) including those above shelves because they can no longer be stacked below any more; books stacked against every wall even if it means it can’t be closed; and pictures of friends, family, or herself were taped onto the walls.
I absorbed every detail in her room with caution because I didn’t want to seem like a creeper who was taking way too much interest in this girl’s life.
“What had been on my mind for the last few minutes?”
“Until it all started coming together - the broken CD case that she’d thrown out when we first met.”
It was sitting there right next to me - an old Beck CD popped up from behind some other CDs that couldn’t fit on any more shelves since they spilled over so much. It looked as though someone just took apart one of those plastic cases where you buy new music and put the CD in there.
“I reached over, grabbed it and said “Here’s a gift for you.”
She looked at me with this sadness in her eyes that I had never seen before - but not an angry/sadness either like someone would express if they were mad or hurt because of something happening to them. It was more like she felt sorry for herself somehow, and rather than trying to change the subject I just gave her one of my smiles back.
“It takes courage to let love inside your heart,”
“And even more courage to give away what you’re afraid might be taken from you someday”. She’ll always have one piece of my love, forever.
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can i have a piece of your love
though someone just took apart one of those plastic cases where you buy new music and put the CD in there. “I reached over, grabbed it and said “Here’s a gift for you.” She looked at me with this sadness in her eyes that I had never seen before - but not an angry/sadness either like someone would express if they were mad or hurt because of something happening to them. It was more like she felt sorry for herself somehow, and rather than trying to change the subject I just gave her one of my smiles back. “- “It takes courage to let love inside your heart, “And even more courage to give away what you love.”