I pride myself on being patient (hmmm, now that I’ve actually written this sentence down, maybe I shouldn’t be so PROUD of the fact that I’m patient because maybe I’m not, and it’s just vanity that’s leading me to believe that I am?). I can probably take a lot of needling. But in everything, there are limits.
I don’t want to lose my temper. I think, in fact, I’m more upset at the thought of me losing my temper than the actual needling. So I’m hanging on to my patience for dear life. In my head this is what I’m saying, every time this person starts breathing down my neck:
I know what you want to get done. But you going on and on about what you want on where isn’t going to help me figure it out any faster. I know you have great ideas, but sometimes translating IDEAS isn’t as easy as 1-2-3! Shut up and just let me get on with trying to find out how to make those ideas happen. If you think you can, then you do it! I’d really like to see you try! I really would!
I just really want to be left alone so I can get on with it 😦
I don’t think I’m good with confrontation. That’s why I try to avoid it. That’s why I try so hard to find a democratic solution…to everything. I think this is why this person keeps trying to push my limits, whether the pushing is consciously or unconsciously done. It’s because they’ve never encountered resistance from me. This stems from my “pleaser” nature. I know I have a backbone because I wouldn’t have survived nearly 3 years of living away from home if I didn’t. I just have to make sure I really stand up for myself. This needly person said that they thought I was too nice. Well, fine then. I shall stop being too nice.
Let’s start with YOU, shall we?