How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

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Brought up Dec 11, 2013

Trust

I guess I trust too much.

If there is one thing I can not tolerate, it is having my trust used, manipulated, against me.

There was, I say WAS, a young man at work that broke my trust wide open today.

Long story short, he may be spending his Christmas locked up. He was fired, arrested at work.

I was sympathetic to his problems, comforted him a bit, even drove him home once when he was ill from a bad drug reaction.

I feel used.

I try to be a kind, nice person, but right now, I am pissed off. He can rot for all I care right now.

Why do people think it's okay to use people? Why do they find your weaknesses and play you, using them against you?

Okay, mostly, I am hurt.

I really felt for the guy, but his troubles are of his own making. I know that now. I am sad he has made things worse for himself, but that is where it ends for me.

My trust, when betrayed, is very hard to regain. Ask my kids.

They have lied to me a few times. I still question their honesty when ever they tell me something.

don't get me wrong. I am no saint. I have lied to people I love, betrayed the trust of people who trusted me. The difference is, as an adult, I have never done that deliberately, that I am aware of, and it eats me alive when it has happened. I have gone as far as tracking folks down years later and apologized for crap I pulled as a stupid, selfish kid.

Now days, I would never mistreat someone who trusted me deliberately. I just wish others felt the same.

It's a good thing I have been in a good mood today, or I would be tempted to go down to the jail house and tell this guy exactly what I think of him. Damn it all. What an awful mess he has made for himself now.

I would have been a decent friend to him, but now I am forgetting his name.

What was I saying? Hummm, Oh, well, it will come to me.

Cheers!

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