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Wednesday, November 22, 2006 Last April, I posted the first poem that I ever had published. This poem--Barriers--represents a personal motto for me. The poem is about relationships and knowing when to say no. Writing "Barriers" was a kind of catharsis for me. As the human race grows older, it's only natural to assume that along with age comes wisdom and maturity. It's a mighty big assumption. As with any relationship, it is important to set safe and healthy limits; to draw lines that no one should cross. Yet relationships are intimately individualized, and those lines can move slightly to the right or left depending on the sincerity and depth of each association and at the person's discretion. If one is willing to ask for forgiveness, it is up to the each person to judge whether or not to continue the relationship and so forth. This is life. We're the only species that requires such in-depth communication in order for relationships to nurture and grow. Sometimes relationships require forgiveness, compassion, and understanding. And that's okay--on occasion. Other times relationships demand that we cut ties and move on in order for self-preservation and sanity. In other words, trust in the barriers and know when to say no. It's vital. I've had family members and friends alike test my boundaries. I don't know why people feel the need to test; they just do. I am strong in my resolve. My advice to the general public is just don't test me. You will fail. Recently, a so-called friend of mine decided to test my limits and boundaries. Big mistake. The 'friend' lost. I will not be manipulated. I will not play mental games. It is not acceptable to break my confidences and run your mouth about me to others, and by damn it is NOT acceptable in any way, shape, or form to suffer grandiose DELUSIONS. And when I say delusions, I mean get it through your thick skull that we have different opinions on what 'happiness' means. Your definition sickens me. Seek professional help. Case in point, this particular barrier will not be breached. It's solid, and you were stupid for even trying. You think you know someone...
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