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When I still called him “my rat-bastard-cheating-whore-ex” I wrote the following words on a post it and stuck it on my chest over my heart. It was like a nicotine patch for quitting hate. ‘May you be peaceful, may you be happy, may you be safe, may you awaken to the light of your true nature, may you be free.’ This is what I repeated silently as I thought of him. I did this wondering if ‘you’ meant him or me. I eventually realized that the answer to that question was ‘yes.’ I
Niceness, Nastiness and Golden Balls
I'm not always a fan of "nice." If you look at the history of the word, you find it meant "trivial, foolish and ignorant" before it meant "pleasant". Nice is a way of making oneself small, of not making waves, of finishing last. Like all doormats, nice can cover up a lot of dirt. Nice people sometimes wrap their victimhood around them like a blanket. Nice people don't say upsetting things, even if unpleasantness might be in everyone's highest good.
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