I don’t experience the same things you do. We don’t have knowledge of each other’s history. We don’t read minds and I don’t expect to either. So many of us are mistaken or mislead by something we say or do. Solutions?
No solution to my knowledge. The way I talk, think and present myself is the product of thousands of prior variables as is yours. Neither of us has the time to play our personal media or slideshow. All we’ve got is face value. God I hate that phrase. Its origins are actually tied to the value of a stamp or coin. Imagine that? I guess on a good day I could fetch a grand and on less fortunate ones, maybe ten cents. But then again, I guess my face value is up to your assessment.
And let’s be honest. We don’t all have to like each other, and that doesn’t mean we must dislike each either. Getting along is a good start, respecting each other is the ultimate goal. So if I’ve ever said anything that was misinterpreted, I’m not sorry. I’m just being true to who I am. I don’t have a second version on a hanger I can zip into.
Living in the city for so many years requires a tough layer. That may translate to me appearing unapproachable. Living in the city insists that you’re honest. People can spot a fake a block away. Can’t change that one either. Opinions? That’s one thing we’re not all that interested in. Our own or yours. No offense but it’s just wasted verbiage.
I have been misinterpreted plenty of times. Usually the issue centers on geographic conditioning. I was once in a group of twelve people, mostly from the South. I banged my knee and yelped Jesus F*ggn Christ. Well you’d think I was Linda Blair, ya know in her money shot scenes. Everyone was offended and steered clear of me a few days, to which I said what the f*ck is the problem with you people? Well that extended my sentence in solitary confinement a few more days. I mean it’s just how I talk. I’d change to fit into your scenario, but I don’t know how to do that. So again, like me or don’t like me but reinvention? Impossible.
If you ever met my role models / parents. Classy, impeccably dressed, witty,
dripping in party etiquette and social elegance and they mastered dropping the F bomb with such style and grace.