RoastGuard

The win wasn’t worth the pRiZe…

Ion bother people. Mainly because I don’t like being bothered…and I’m never knowing how someone will respond to being provoked. So I mind my business with the expectation of other people doing the same. But for whatever reason, I attract souls that look for ways to test the waters…by crossing my boundaries. Which puts me in a position of having to protect my territory, by trolling tf out of whoever thought I wouldn’t catch the subs being smuggled through. And because I used to excel in being extra…I didn’t stop…until I saw signs of complete submission.

I’ve been accused of going too far with my over-reactions in the past…and present. But I don’t understand why people expect for me to be the bigger person…when dealing with people old enough to know better. Especially since I’m accused of living up to my diagnosis if I do too much…and if I don’t do enough. So sympathy is something I intentionally lack…when reestablishing lines in my life that shouldn’t be crossed. Unfortunately, God holds me to a certain standard. So when I sink below the threshold of His temperament…I’m reminded that His silence didn’t mean He was in agreement with my sadistic behavior.

I’m facing God’s wrath right now. But if I’m being honest…it’s just tough love. Since I went against the guidance He gave me to remain humble…even when I had every right to pop my sh!t. My decision to slow roast a soul that I felt was infringing on space that they accessed…by pretending to be me, has now jeopardized the authority that comes with my (spiritual) rank. And it’s my reminder that He’ll waste no time humbling me, when I start allowing myself to be led by pride. So I’m choosing to face the consequences that come with thinking that His still waters don’t run deep…in silence.

XOXO,

Choosy