humans
have access to sensitivities. a person is too sensitive, or a person is
paranoid. there are other options!
or
a person is annoying, sick, authoritative, or unclear of rank, status, place,
perception of self.
often,
a person rubs us incorrectly: Is it them, insecurities, or a want for traits
they possess?
either
way it bounces, darkness erupts, sunshine is dim, reality carries a pitchfork.
it
seems traits offend. (some make us feel good.)
a
pictureless person contends with invisibility; a woman with male chauvinism; a
man with his desires verses his reality.
all
opinionated. nothing solid. mostly existential. most watch, play naïve, permit
others to feel differently. it’s a skill.
a
queen is secure in her home. a king awaits an overthrow. it goes both ways.
such
as a sensitive person, listening to grimaces, or words, one must evaluate self:
if in one day, a person meets six people, where five out of six, seem
discontent, it’s fair to accuse self—of a mishap, an attitude, something
subliminal.
most
might say: “I don’t need to change, it isn’t me, it’s them.”
This,
accordingly, is anti-social.
many
are passively aggressive, something popular, in my opinion.
What
if one likes jibbing, jiving, jabbing? it seems a way in humans.
Does
it satisfy something cultural, or innate, argumentative?
a
true question: If a person doesn’t like someone, must that other person know, if
so, whom is that for?
