As a child I remember being quite certain about the existence of rules for fair fighting.
You know, things like; no kicking folks in the head, shouting UNCLE means the scrap is over and smacking girls is way out of bounds.
It’s kind of interesting that I was never made aware of any similar protective rule which dictates the depth of flogging I should lay on myself.
Watch your thoughts; they lead to attitudes.
Watch your attitudes; they lead to words.
Watch your words; they lead to actions.
Watch your actions; they lead to habits.
Watch your habits; they form your character.
Watch your character; it determines your destiny. – author unknown
January 19, 2010 was the last day I will ever allow myself to consider Barry L. Williams a victim. On that day I received a disturbingly accusatory email from a business partner’s wife who blamed me of everything short of being Lucifer himself.
I took that razor sharp verbal machete and with great fervor and precision slashed, stabbed and shredded what limited self esteem I possessed that day.
Friggin sad. Here’s a big knife. Why don’t you stab yourself repeatedly in the heart with it…
Thankfully, I did not respond with retaliatory anger but the depth of personal assault I performed on myself shook me to my very foundation and altered my perception of reality.
A Victim’s Victim
Why I chose to think of myself as a victim, I can only guess.
It’s so easy for one thing. There’s so many of us!
I don’t believe for one second that anyone after 3 years old really wants to be victim. To me, victim-hood is a throw back to infancy, arse wiping and crying for attention.
Maybe I wanted to be a victim out of habit or just because it’s easier to consider being the recipient of support rather than giving it. Never-the-less, I understand there is absolutely no benefit in me considering myself to be less than my absolute potential.
Today I see too many folks suffering from a loss of personal involvement and value. Maybe it’s reading / hearing too many fear mongering headlines but whatever it is, that movement ain’t adding to the value of it’s members.
I quit the Victim Parade before it kicked off this year.
I’m hoping you pull your float, too.
Thank you, friend.