Everyone gets angry. Me, too. I am swearing, using bad words when I get angry. This is a chemical reaction that is stronger than mine, and I can’t help with this. If you ask me, are there results in this kind of communication, the answer is no. Well, if you ask me, will I do it again, I would say yes.
The reason insults are bottom of communication is simple. If someone pushes me to this level that I use insults, I just showed my weakness. It means I can’t control my reactions and words, and my provocateur is winning.
Recently someone offended me. I returned his favor, but this conflict is not over. It looks like an endless fight where is no winner. It is more painful because I believed in that person. I had trust in him; we shared our life stories. Now, our communication is based on insults. Who will handle more, or who has dirtier imagination? If this is a battlefield, bullets would fly around.
I always had a low opinion about men who insult me, especially if I were nice to them. If I reject the flirt offer, some will insult me. If I give them bits of advice about behavior, they will insult me. If I raise my voice and show attitude, they will do it again. There is no winner, just ruined trust, confidence, and bad manners.
Then I apologized for the acts I never did. Ok, let’s use nice words. I confused my rival. I changed my strategy. Now, what is going on? He stayed silent from shame.
The purpose of my apology was not humiliation. I will not kneel. I wish he will be ashamed of himself. If he has a piece of humanity, it will shake him. I showed my strength in this way. I am enough mature to understand your frustration. I feel your insecurity and a lack of power. We need not speak never again but you will know you are weak.
If you can say so bad words to me, you are afraid of me. I am your strongest rival. Otherwise, you would ignore me and never fought. You gave me this importance so I will look at your insult like the reverse praise.
You reminded me how I look when I insult someone who made me angry. Now I am looking on the other side of the mirror and see my evil twin.
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