dawn

Perhaps a key difference in personality types is the ability to take punches.

Not physical,not hands or weapons,,, talkin about the jabs, the verbal, the psychological …

You’re going to disagree, friend ,companion, coworker whatever.

How that is approached means the world.

One little needle, one little poke at the right personality types , male or female , sometimes you watch people pop like balloons . You witness the entire mode of operation fall apart, you see the opponent implode in on themselves.

It’s the damndest thing.

I have a head like a brick, and age has taught me,,ehhhhh, A legit criticism is a legit criticism. You should listen.

Working construction also required thick skin, lot of shit talk from the knuckle draggers .the pressure of deadlines and quality control,etc etc etc..

I digress.

You can say my malfunctions right to my face, and I’ll kinda respect ya more for it, I’m much more likely to laugh and dish it back.

I will hear your point, sincerely, if someone is talking shit AND they’re accurate? yeah… it’s a fool that doesn’t listen.

Communication means everything, you have to be able to handle criticism and you HAVE to clown a hater.

But it’s a back and forth eh?

If I were to wilt at the first sting of ego pain?

Crumble,, deconstruct , dismantle?

I’ve done that, shit man, I was built on that.

Listening is better. Two way street, back and forth, let no emotion be triggered , let no intention be confused , if we can’t see eye to eye on it? Peace be with you, I hope your journey goes well and I’m not going to talk shit.

I’m trying to figure it out too and I fail constantly .

The hostile side might start with “or what?”

You gonna hurt my money?

My popularity?

My cred?

Why would I care about any of those things?

You can’t hurt my money, popularity means nothing and credentials are for the press.

Start with reality. Stand on facts I suppose.

Makes you a real mother fucker in arguments, but always let them come to you, don’t go out seeking them..

I hate arguing with people but I love it at the same time.

After the blows are thrown, and the dust settles, I suppose it comes down to the monkey.

Will you listen?

I say again, will you listen?

If the answer is “no”, well,,,meh,,, lost cause. AT this particular point in time, in this specific cycle of reincarnation ,,,maybe not, Some flowers need a lot of time and some of them even grow in the winter. Doesn’t make them a bad flower, just makes them a weed.Strangling the sunlight from the prettier ones.

I like that shit too lol.

I recognize the nature of it and I try to understand the nature in us. Lot of similarities if you look around.Plants, animals, maybe even minerals… I dunno, I ate some mushrooms. I like it afterwords,I like being alone with it and I like thinking about what I thought about on it.

I looked up at the sky to see the full moon behind leafless branches. I saw some wisp of cloud coverage swirling around the bright moon. It breathed and pulsed just like it always did, time becomes dilated and sound echoes from all directions. Existence develops a brief strobe like effect, a tape delay..

You come back, and you sit, and you breathe.

Did you find any truth?

I don’t know,, the default response is “none of this matters and neither do I”

You’re choosing death when you choose that though.

A conundrum .

Head like a brick.

I like some visual distraction while I think about it, I like moving my fingers and letting a portion of my brain spin while I deep churn the important questions..

Choosing death, even by proxy, even by inaction, laziness is death and I might be the most dead mother fucker walking around…

Curious.

Or let go. Go flow mode and really embrace the fact that none of this matters…

Insanity. I might be flirting with internal insanity.

Head like a brick. And skin so thick.

I’ll be fine.

I can flirt