Troll

That’s how I feel, but not in the traditional sense.

I was added to a group email wherein the group is unaware I’m a member, and, they’re all talking about me. Technically I have thirty bosses, and this group is but half of them.

Part of me wants to jump in and let them know, but the other part of me loves the candor displayed, which is common amongst anyone who hasn’t found comfort in direct communication. I can handle anything born of truth when people are real and compassionate.

Some of it was hard to read and I had to remind myself not to take it personally, and be honest with the fact that I need a coach. Everything I do in life is self-directed and while some might admire the hutzpah, whether real or feigned, there is need to be judged, corrected, or in some cases directed.

Some of it was lovely to read and I had to remind myself not to take it personally, and be honest with the fact that I need a coach. Everything I do in life is self-directed and while some might admire the hutzpah, whether real or feigned, there is need to be judged, corrected, or in some cases directed.

I’m such a child that it spills over into everything I do such that not much I take too seriously. I carry sadness within like it’s oxygen but also have faith that not much of this, not much of anything outside of love really matters, and love recognizes love, so the troll remains if only to discern the foe from the friend, and so be prepared with appropriate armor.

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