If you've read my blog, this is what I do.
I don't know how to placate. Placate sounds like a dental condition. I think I'm physically and mentally incapable of placating. That's not to say that I can't relate to others and their feelings but placating is basically sucking up, giving in and surrendering.
I see it every day. I used to do it and I felt sick. Then, I'd see others do it and I'd feel sorry for them. Next, I'd see it and I'd feel sorry for them and I'd get a bit angry.
It's progressed. Now, I speak out.
"Why are you living your life, sacrificing your feelings for this person, who has no control over you, and, is obviously a dick?"
I love laughing at life. People are a riot. Myself included. We're all dumb, clueless cogs in a machine in which we didn't make yet we try like hell to control.
We haven't a chance to control anything except whether we hit the lid or not when we pee and it doesn't matter if you're male or female.
There once was a very wise man.
No one knows exactly who he was. But there was one.
And there will be another. Maybe it's me.
Or you. Or if your female, a wise woman.
In that case, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Please.
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