BarkBait

It’s blood in the water…

I rarely miss an opportunity to be petty. Because…I can’t be outdone. My sign is ruled by Mercury…so I communicate on all levels. And I’m biPoLar…so I have a low tolerance for people who play crazy. But I’m starting to notice that some souls provoke others…just so they can bask in the bark back. Since the instigated energy that’s expended, enhances self-esteem that’s dependent on outside opinions…to validate it’s worthiness. So the provocation is utilized as a sounding board…that shows them where they rank, on the illusion of importance that comes with my response.

Positioning myself as the end all-be all…for someone else’s significance…is not meant to be seen as a flex. It’s meant to show how easy it is for some people to find value within…without doing the inner work to generate it authentically. So they put a target on the throat of someone that makes them feel insignificant instead. And then yap dance on nerves…until they finally get a reaction. Because they see reactions as rewards, that suggests they’ve earned a place on the same pedestal…that they put their mArK on. Which allows them to cosplay in that person’s essence…instead of embodying their own.

Learning how to control myself wasn’t hard. Because I naturally give the opposite reaction of whatever my instincts tell me is expected. So once I realized how others benefit from my bark…I shut tf up. Not because I don’t have anything to say. But because my barks can lead to the kind of bites…that (psychologically) scars souls. And not everyone can recover from that type of pain. Which is why I’ve always felt like I’m the bait God uses…to teach lessons to the people He places on my path, who refuse to learn. Since humbling myself…humbles those whose pride provokes the L they take…from invoking my ability to ignore.

Love,

Choosy