Food for thought.
For years, I wouldn’t hear it.
The complaining. Some men call it “nagging.” Or “bitching.” Or “PMS-ing.”
She must be crazy.
“How is it that I get along with every person I’ve ever met, but the one person I love above all else is the only one complaining about me?” I’d say. “Why am I never good enough for you?”
And it’s that easy.
You use cognitive bias to alleviate yourself of all responsibility and put the onus on the other person to shape up like the rest of the world.
That’s how you spend years never taking responsibility for your own actions.
That’s how you stunt your own growth.
That’s how you destroy families.
By being nice.
That’s the problem. I’m a nice guy. Legit.
And I always thought that was enough.
What do I mean by “nice”? I’m well-mannered. Polite. I hold doors open for people…
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