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who I am

sadly, for all of you, I find myself being the kind of person who needs to explain myself. Its probably because I don't like the idea of people misunderstanding my actions and motives or disliking me for no good reason. I mean if you have a really good reason for not liking me then I am totally fine with that, but not liking me because you heard something from someone about something I may or may not have said is not cool.

I am also a very self aware person, I have intense trust and abandonment issues but I try my hardest to give every one I meet the benefit of the doubt. I try to offer people the most valuable gift I have to offer, trust. That is, of course, until they give me a reason not to. I can be a difficult person to be friends with. I am highly emotional and make most decisions based on gut feeling but I am a loyal and devoted friend. I try not to judge people on stories from others, on whispers and gossip. I am also smart enough to know that sometimes I do things simply because I like to watch the ripples I know it will create.

I also know that when someone has already made up their mind about another person, that opinion colours how they view every action that person makes. If someone has a negative opinion then that will mean they view every action, comment and conversation as negative.

I also know that not everyone likes the people I chose to associate with, talk to or call my friends. I respect and understand that, I don't like everyone in the world either. That doesn't change the fact that those are the people who I choose to associate with, talk to, or call my friends.

There are a lot of people out there who are proud to be different, proud to be strong minded individuals with opinions on things they are passionate about. Those people often ask, or in some cases demand, that they are accepted as they are, taken at face value. Sadly these people are often the least willing to accept others as they are, the least willing to accept difference in others, the least willing to respect people's right to be who they are. I don't know what it is that makes it this way but it makes me sad and makes me determined not to be one of those people.

I am always open to honest discussion so if you want to challenge me on anything I've said here, or if you want to talk to me about it, I am always willing to talk.

@tiffanyff (on twitter) or email its.me.tif@gmail.com

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  1. Love your honesty,Like you say people do judge.I've learnt not to let it bring me down and I follow my passion with all my heart. I really don't care what others thnk about how I dress or who I am. I know we can't possibly click and like everyone we meet, but respect and honesty are values that we should all have. I am proud of me and God so proud of you and this post. And Its oK if you don't like me .

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