(of a person or manner) showing little concern for the feelings of others; harsh

A lot of people (Family included) find me abrasive and that’s okay. People cope in their own unique way and if they find me abrasive in order to understand where I’m coming from then that’s fine. Like Mark Manson said:

You and everyone you know are going to be dead soon. And in the short amount of time between here and there, you have a limited amount of fucks to give. Very few, in fact. And if you go around giving a fuck about everything and everyone without conscious thought or choice—well, then you’re going to get fucked.

We play the cards we’re dealt, some make the best of what they have, more than most. My experiences in life shaped my personality during my formative years and I won’t apologize for it, not anymore at least. I used to draw parallels with Frankenstein and throw a pity party for myself, but life’s too short for that shit. I learned (the hard way) that relationships are a two-way street, it takes two to tango, and that you can’t force people to like you. I just needed to accept that some if not a lot of people don’t like me and that’s okay… I like, love, and respect myself and that should be more than enough.

I am writing this not to rant but to remind me in the future that I should spend more time and attention to the people who actually care about me rather than chasing those who don’t… It’s not a popularity contest after all.

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