eireann

I've always been a compassionate person. Nice, understanding, diplomatic.
I try to see someone else's point of view when there is a disagreement, and find a way to make people see each other's point of view. I don't judge. I don't react emotionally right away. I take some time, mull it over, and think about whether or not I have a right to be upset.

Seems like a good way to go about things, right?
When I was a child, I had a temper like you would not believe. I would just explode or manipulate things until I got my way- and then my mom got fucking sick of it. She started imposing a waiting period before I could react to things- for instance, if I got grounded, I had to wait an hour to calm down before we could rationally discuss the problem. So... it's become part of how I cope with shit I don't really want to hear but need to; or maybe shit that isn't necessarily true.

Now, those of you who know me know that I am not completely bitchy, but if you cross me, you will hear what I think about it. I may say it tactfully; but I'll say it. Also, if you tell me something terrible, I'm not the kind of girl who will use it against you. I just don't roll like that. I don't manipulate other people's bad situation to my benefit, and I appreciate it when people return the favor called common courtesy and being a good fucking person.

So I was told that I am "too nice" and "socially awkward" to "manipulate something to your benefit" as if it was a fucking bad thing that I'm not an asshole.
So I was a bitch to this person all fucking day as a result and got an apology after this person realized that maybe fucking everyone over is not an admirable quality of someone else.
And when the person that fucks everyone over calls me crying because they're getting a taste of their own medicine, I really didn't feel bad.
Maybe I am a dumb bitch... but what goes around comes around...