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My feelings ARE NOT FACTS, and creating enemies and resentment is just an ill wind
A Tumblr PM from the supposed non-anti-racist I told myself I’d “shellacked” in our brief exchange of reblogs, got me thinking.
And I posted this to my Tumblr, because I believe and try to live truthfully and responsibly, which means living ACCOUNTABLY. Bein’ about That Life sometimes means eating a little crow. But if crows the medicine that helps me grow in character and take the personality shit down a few crucial notches . . . pass me some toothpicks to get feathers out of my teeth, and I’ll be sound as a pound:
My over-inflated sense of righteousness and SELF-righteousness, though deep and seductive, is sometimes not as correct or accurate as it feels in the moment.
My feelings aren’t facts, and I would do well to hold THAT FACT very close, indeed.
And I’ll start by trying harder to remember that jumping on folks’ opinions is almost never a good way to open a dialogue. That it’s probably better to begin with: “Okay. But, may I ask why?”
Sometimes, winning minds/hearts and “winning” the argument can be mutually exclusive. Keeping an…
