Here's the thing: I like to justify. I like to justify my work, so that it's neat and rounded off and I like to justify myself for the same reasons. The problem is that justifying myself usually makes the whole situation a lot messier. I hate mess, I hate conflict, but above all, I hate not being taken at my word. There have been a few incidences this year, which have frustrated me, not because I thought the people involved were doing something wrong, nor because I was unable to influence the situation. I was frustrated because I had been misinterpreted and misunderstood. I realised that I was the cause of this: I had changed and they hadn't acknowledged it.
No one tells you that when you move away from home, that those you left behind will retain an impression of you and that this impression of you will start to seal shut the longer you stay away. They will remember all the things you wish they'd forget: the podgy tween navigating adolescence, the foolish way you pursued relationships, that nasty thing you said in a moment of weakness, the messy bedroom, the disorganised, last-minute plans, your tardiness, your lack of wisdom, your lack of control in your extroverted self, the opinions you no longer hold, the list goes on. Sure, they'll acknowledge the physical changes, because they can see those. It's the character alterations that are hard to notice and accept.
The question I've been asking myself lately is: does it really matter? Does it really matter if someone doesn't acknowledge the change? Why should you care if they continue to see you and treat you as you were not as you are? I think the answer is: sometimes. Sometimes it's ok to let go of people's reactions to you. You can't force them to see the difference; only I can truly know the extent of my alteration because I live with myself everyday. Those who know me well and invest in me on almost a daily basis, recognise and accept the differences too. I can't expect people who haven't seen in six months to treat me differently. However, sometimes a justification is necessary. Not a full blown self-defensive rant, but a calm and collected reason for your words and your actions. These justifications belong to those closest to you, to the people who really care about your welfare. I've realised justifying myself to people who don't value who I am as a person, is often a fruitless task and I refuse to do it any longer.
The question I've been asking myself lately is: does it really matter? Does it really matter if someone doesn't acknowledge the change? Why should you care if they continue to see you and treat you as you were not as you are? I think the answer is: sometimes. Sometimes it's ok to let go of people's reactions to you. You can't force them to see the difference; only I can truly know the extent of my alteration because I live with myself everyday. Those who know me well and invest in me on almost a daily basis, recognise and accept the differences too. I can't expect people who haven't seen in six months to treat me differently. However, sometimes a justification is necessary. Not a full blown self-defensive rant, but a calm and collected reason for your words and your actions. These justifications belong to those closest to you, to the people who really care about your welfare. I've realised justifying myself to people who don't value who I am as a person, is often a fruitless task and I refuse to do it any longer.


































