How Other People *Choose* To Act Around Me is Literally Never My Fault
I drive my husband nuts sometimes.
Whenever someone does something shitty, he’s quick to assert when the other party did something wrong. For me, however, I overthink and go down a giant checklist of useless ponderings, such as:
Was the other person in a bad mood?
Are they insecure about x? Maybe they feel they have to act dickishly for y reason
Maybe I looked at them weird and gave them a vibe they picked up on subconsciously
Etcetera. You get the idea. I don’t like to judge, basically.
To be fair, it’s kinda true. Our personalities are in fact shaped and rooted in childhood experiences, traumas, relationships, general knowledge about the world, values that were ‘rewarded’, and so on.
However, I have spent far too much time giving others the benefit of the doubt that I know 90% of them would never do for me.
This has sadly come at my detriment. I’ve justified shithole toxic behavior, which I now know was probably a trauma-adaptation response to a caregiver’s Russian Roulette-style moodswings.
