I hate being mean.
I know what you’re thinking, “Jessica MEAN?”
Yeah, I’m a big meanie head. You should have seen me as kid. I was mean AND psychotic. I don’t know how my mom made it out alive.
The thing that really sucks about being mean, is that then I feel sucky. I feel sucky because I know I did something mean and then I try to justify why I was mean because then maybe I won’t feel so bad.
Nope. Didn’t work.
I did something really mean this week and I tried to mask it with really religious bull shit like, “it was the truth”, “someone needs to say something”, and my favorite “they won’t grow without intervention”.
Can I be really real for a moment? I wanted to hurt this person. They hurt me, and worse, they hurt someone I love. I just wanted to nail ’em one right between the eyes. So I was a meanie head cleverly disguised as truth and humour. The part that is now breaking my heart is that I may have ruined a relationship and the possibility of positively influencing someone for Christ.
I suck.
I hate being mean.
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