Today on a dating site a woman sent me a message telling me that I was (the short version here without profanity) the ugliest old man she had ever seen! At first I felt insulted and then… and then…AND THEN…I FELT FANTASTIC!
BECAUSE I FELT COMPASSION FOR THAT STRANGER! It was a measure of ME that I could think of that stranger that judged me by my photos of me with a beard in such a harsh way and feel for her. Feel a sadness for her toxicity and bitterness. It showed me how much I have grown over the years. To look at what others say about me and ask, “is there any truth to that or not?” I am as I am. Maybe ugly to some even handsome to others. Women have told me how handsome I am. Others… as I have grown older have called me “ugly”. It is a sign of my own life growth and evolution that what others say about me does not affect me as it once did.
Words ONLY have the power we give them. Insults only have power if we give them power. Some people want to hurt others, manipulate their feelings with insults. I like to manipulate people’s feelings by praising them when I feel it is true. By speaking good when I feel it is right and true. NOT to insult someone to try to tear them down. I will speak my negative views of politicians or some others I despise but not tell people close to me in any way any negatives. If a person is annoying or someone I despise, I peacefully try to ignore them. To feel something positive rise in ourselves when confronted with negativity aimed at us is an oddly joyful experience.