Correcting people is a personality trait I have, call it a flaw or whatever you want. But it’s just one of countless facets of myself. If a person or people don’t like it or are upset by it then I am sorry they are upset. I don’t apologize for being me. Its not something I do to disrespect, or something I even do consciously most of the time. So if anyone judges me based on that trait, or a few others then they can fuck off. I don’t want them. And I damn sure don’t need them. I live my life for those who love me, I don’t live it for those who judge me. I couldn’t be paid to give a fuck about what those other people think. The only opinions I care about are the people that truly love me. Everyone else? Fuck them. They get my cordial respect if they give it to me, but that’s it. They have flaws that people don’t like as well. So they can stop talking about me, leave my name the fuck out of their mouths until their perfect. Or don’t, they can talk all they want. They make no difference in my life. At least no difference that I welcome.
My first reaction to hearing this was an explosive one. But I didn’t want to lash out. And I needed to think. I had to process what was said and weigh it against what I know. But that reaction although wrong, was not based in feelings that were inappropriate. To anyone else that doesn’t like what I do, I apologize for their discomfort (but not for who i am) because i don’t mean to offend. But for those love i apologize for any harm I’ve done. Any feelings I’ve hurt and any moments of inadequacy I’ve inflicted.