A story has various sides... The version of each party involved, the truth
... then... You have the opinions of everyone hearing the story. It's like a one sided filtered version of reality but still considered a valid perspective some how.
I have found myself in quite a few unique stories in my time (none that I'll be sharing here, at least not directly). Stories that perspectives changed absolutely everything of how the story may or may have not looked. How minor details could make or break how things are perceived by everyone.
I admit, I spent a large part of my early 20's defending my perspective. Shouting to the world how things were from my point of view. Understanding that sometimes people would see things otherwise but forcefully trying to make a point. Until I realized I gain nothing changing someones perspective & doing so won't change the story. The version of the story that is truth will remain so, no matter how many versions of it are told. That people believing or validating why I do/did the things I did won't change that I did them. Understanding that life is a matter of how people see you, but that doesn't make their views more or less than your own.
I know all these things & learned them the hard way. Learned that people will analyze things based on snippets of a circumstance, that conclusions will be drawn based on scattered details. That sometimes people do one thing & tell a whole other version of it. Not exactly because they are lying but possibly because that's how they viewed it, OR that's how they prefer to tell it in order to have a clear conscience. Regardless of what or why... opinions are formed & I learned to let them rock.
Until I had a minor slip up and found myself defending my side again. Forgetting all the things I learned and trying to prove a point yet again. As if that would change anything, as if shouting my story will make it valid. As if someone else understanding it would make it more real. But I took several seats, and reminded myself that the only person who I need validation from is myself. That as long as I know & understand my own actions way back when, recent past, or present day, nothing else should matter as much. That I have a grasp of what is and what isn't, what was and what wasn't.
I respect your perspective, but to whom it may concern... I could care less how it looked to you.
xoxo
signs the girl that needed a reminder.
I know all these things & learned them the hard way. Learned that people will analyze things based on snippets of a circumstance, that conclusions will be drawn based on scattered details. That sometimes people do one thing & tell a whole other version of it. Not exactly because they are lying but possibly because that's how they viewed it, OR that's how they prefer to tell it in order to have a clear conscience. Regardless of what or why... opinions are formed & I learned to let them rock.
Until I had a minor slip up and found myself defending my side again. Forgetting all the things I learned and trying to prove a point yet again. As if that would change anything, as if shouting my story will make it valid. As if someone else understanding it would make it more real. But I took several seats, and reminded myself that the only person who I need validation from is myself. That as long as I know & understand my own actions way back when, recent past, or present day, nothing else should matter as much. That I have a grasp of what is and what isn't, what was and what wasn't.
I respect your perspective, but to whom it may concern... I could care less how it looked to you.
xoxo
signs the girl that needed a reminder.
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