“Selfish persons are incapable of loving other, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.” ~Erich Fromm
I’ve never considered myself s a selfish person. Actually, to be honest, I tended to be more of a “woe is me” or “nothing good ever happens to me” type of person. So many things have been happening recently that were really making me feel sorry for myself. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get what I wanted and everyone couldn’t cater to me just this once because I never seem to get what I want. It took me a while (until today in fact) for me to realize that this really stems from the fact that I am selfish and want everything my way. And, in reality, get mad and pissed off and downright spiteful when I don’t. I get it, I’m a slow learner. But at the moment that this realization hit me, tears began streaming down my face. I never wanted to be seen as selfish and looking back and analyzing my actions over the past few weeks/months, I couldn’t believe how terrible a person I was to people I truly care about.
Maybe I’ve been selfish my whole life. I don’t know. I think it stems mostly from not ever really being able to think about myself growing up because there was always someone else I needed to be taking care of. Looking back though, especially recently, I have been selfish in past and current relationship and hurt people I really care just because I took my own feelings and desires into account before theirs. I know that there is no consolation I can give that would make it better. For that, I am truly sorry.
I haven’t been fair, and within that, I haven’t been kind. In fact, I’ve been down right mean sometimes. I couldn’t understand why people just couldn’t give me what I wanted and why we couldn’t just want the same thing. I haven’t been generous, mostly with honesty and my emotions. I’ve let people down because what I wanted and what they wanted were two separate things, or maybe, they were the same things but just unattainable at the time.
With my actions and my attitude lately, I’ve made it so easy for people to walk away, and then I sit there and blame them and hate them for doing just that. It’s not fair that I expected everyone to be OK with doing what I wanted and what I needed and not expecting anyone to get hurt. In fact, by trying to ensure that I didn’t get hurt, I hurt others which, in the end, wound up hurting me far more than I ever could have imagined.
I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. I wish I could go back in time; days, weeks, months, years down the road and change one minuscule detail so that everyone could be on a happier track…but I can’t. The only things I can hope for is to learn from my mistakes and hope that I can avoid hurting anyone else to the best of my ability.
Of course, I’m talking about everyone, no one, and a select few all at the same time. Chance are, though, I’m talking to you. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t a better person…the person you deserve.