WrapSheet
I’ll never be innocent…if you’re guilty…
I’m a toxic person…to toxic people. Matching energy is my ministry, because it prophets me to pay back out what I’m given. Which is why I’m so comfortable dealing with people who mirror my behavioral patterns. Because my acceptance for who I am, makes it impossible for me to convict someone that reflects my recklessness right back to me. From the outside in, it can give gullible. Since I’m intentional with what I broadcast, about how I behave behind closed doors. But if you’ve experienced me on a level deeper than the surface, you know that I just do what you do…but better.
Some would hear this and label me a liability. But those are the individuals who have to pass off accountability that belongs to them, onto someone who exposes how little they possess. So they charge me for offenses they commit…in order to avoid wasting time on sentences they don’t have the capacity to complete. These are the energies who are more than capable of saying all the ‘I’s’…until that letter needs to be followed by ‘apologize’. Because an apology requires the kind of ability they don’t…*Class—please finish the sentence.* And when they meet someone who shows them where they’re lacking…their defense mechanisms force them to find the quickest escape route. To avoid looking at their own reflection.
I used to feel bad for intentionally caging myself into the codependence that comes with my chaotic connections. Until I realized this is how I figure out who’s worth sharing a cell with. IMO, the right one will see my behavior as motivation to lead us away from our addiction to avoiding the actual issue. And he’ll learn that if he ever sees toxic behavior in me, towards him, that causes discomfort…self-reflection makes more sense than forcing me to take the wrap…for the wrongdoing I’m 10/10 responding to. Doesn’t it make more sense to just communicate what I’m feeling? Absolutely not. Because I attract the kind of men that require feeling what they make me feel…in order for them to understand how it actually feels to experience it.
Love,
Choosy
