You Don't Get To Decide.

How do I tell all of those who think they know me that they actually have no idea of who I am? Because its these people who assume they know me that treat me like they know me. And because they think they know me and because they think I'm cool with those things I'm really not cool with, they just assume they're allowed to treat me the way they want to treat me. And I am not a big fan.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

And no, I'm not a big deal, I know that, so please, save it. All I'm trying to say is that what goes on in this head of mine is not something to be quantified, qualified, judged, let alone be assumed. Again, I'm no big deal. I'm as insignificant as you think I am, probably even more, but that still doesn't give you the right to decide how I am supposed to feel about the way you're treating me. You don't get to decide how I am supposed to feel, you really don't get to decide how I am supposed to react, you for sure don't get to decide how painful something is supposed to be for me. I get to decide all of that. All you get to decide is how you treat me. And I promise to reciprocate. Not that I'm expecting you to consider my feelings before you say something or do something, but just that you just don't get to decide things for me. Feel my point, feel me?

If you want to take me for granted, if you want to dump me into the garbage bin, its cool. Do what you've got to do. But don't tell me how that's supposed to feel to me and please don't even try to justify your deeds and give me an explanation as to why you did what you did. Your "whys" matter only as much as I mattered to you. Fair deal, if you ask me.

Lots of love, peace.