When Too Much is Enough

I’d like to think that I get along with people pretty well. I don’t like fights and most of the time, I let things pass just to avoid problems. Last night, I couldn’t help but go berserk at someone. I can deal with lies. I can let mistakes slide past me but I will never be able to tolerate disrespect.

I get along with people younger than I am because (I think) I’ve always been young at heart. I can easily associate myself with my nephews and nieces. I play and joke around with them. I feel like they see me more as a friend instead of as an aunt. I have no problems with that. I even liked it. Being called Tita is fine, but to be treated as one makes me squirm about it sometimes. I feel old.

Now, I realized that sometimes you really have to put a line between yourself and other people, lest you run the risk of being disrespected. I’ve never, in my entire life, imagined that I will be disrespected by somebody years and years younger than I am and to top it all of, a person whose familial positioning is lower than mine.

I understand that respect is gained, but I thought, if people can’t respect other people, they would at least be civilized with each other. I don’t know if I deserve such disrespect. All I know is that person has gone way over my line. I refuse to get over it. I will never be able to tolerate such behavior.

To you deary,

You’ve got too much to learn. If you think acting out will bring justice to how you feel, you’re wrong. If you think you deserve to be respected, behave like a respectable human being and not like the next bitch standing on the streets of Quezon ave. You might also want to do a double-check on how we are related. Another thing, you only defend yourself when you’re right, not when you THINK you’re right and you do it properly, in the right context and without too much drama. Just to let it out:  I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND  (Thank heavens). If you can’t respect me, find a way to be civilized with me. How to do that is your problem. Not mine.

I thought I can extend my patience to understand you. You seem to think that you’re the most misunderstood person in the world. In the end, I realized, you’re just too needy for attention and affection. It’s tiring to listen and watch your unending stunts.

I am not going to try to understand you. You’re not my responsibility. I don’t understand why I even bothered with you.  How you will become in the years to come will all be because of the things you did. I hope you turn out to be a fine person. If not, I wish I’m not here anymore to see the person you’ve become.

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