There Is No Title

Today I learned…

Authenticity looks like insanity
to a fraud.

He said I was crazy for asking him why he was hurting me.

“It’s bazaar”, he said.

“Pushy and unpleasant”, he said.

I suppose it is unpleasant to hear how your actions cause others harm.

Is it pushy to hope for an apology,
to hope that someone might consider your feelings and point of view?

I think not.

Asking someone to accept accountability for their behavior is not crazy shit.

It’s just regular human being shit.

Giving someone the benefit of the doubt, and hoping for resolution is a good thing.

He said I was “the domineering type”.

I wonder, how does one come to be the type of man who sees a woman demanding to be treated with dignity as domineering?

I guess I should have graciously tolerated his bullying.

Maybe I could have pushed my tits out and bent over seductively while he told lies about me.

Perhaps I could have sweetly smiled while he insulted me.

Then maybe, just maybe, he would think I was cool.