What truly is kindness?
I believe that we live in a world of cheap substitutes. We live in a world plagued with artifice. Just as our tastebuds have become accustomed to artificial sweeteners and unnatural levels of sugars, I believe our perception of kindness has become just as false. There are so many people with “kindness” like candy, meant to stimulate the senses, but without any real nutrition.
Actions speak so much fucking louder than words. Give me people who communicate their kindness with substance.
I’ve known people who communicate like assholes, but are actually fucking there, with a backbone, when it comes to the points in life when it genuinely matters. I’ve known people who communicate like saints, like angels, but perform disappearing acts when it comes to those very same critical junctures.
Judge people more by action than word if you want to know their real character.
I’ve actually learned that people who speak like assholes are often those who wear the scarlet letters. The common-man is like the priesthood, performing unspeakably perverse deeds in private, but will condemn a woman publicly found out to have had premarital sex as a worthless whore. The common-man may shame those who are simply voicing what they already think. This is why I appreciate those who do not hide from the way they truly feel, and who will offer it a voice: you’re already fucking thinking it. If you verbalize the thoughts and feelings that feel toxic, they actually become capable of great healing and growth once they’re brought into the light of day. But if you keep them inside, they fester, fester, fester, and the infection spreads through your blood.
I love those who wear their scarlet letters proudly.
Bring me people who are kind of a cunt to me. I don’t want “kind”, I don’t want “gentle.” I want real, I want loving. I want someone who will actually help me fucking grow, and I won’t grow if you coddle me, I won’t grow if you pay me lip service, I will grow if you tell me what my blind spots are, I will grow if you snap me the fuck out of it by slapping me and getting me to accomplish great things. I will grow if you tell me bluntly when I am fucking up. You do me a disservice if you do not do this.
once we have purged what it is that we truly think, I believe the love, gentleness, closeness, and kindness will be that much more real.
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