Some people should be fake. Life Lesson #32

Always be real. Unless you’re always real negative. Then be fake till you change. Please.
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Jan* is in conflict with Bobby*. Jan isn’t the easiest person to get along with but when she is ever confronted, she just goes to her standard response. “That’s just the way I am. I can’t change who I am. Take it or leave it.”

Trust me, after 40 years of life, I’ll leave it, thank you very much.

You and I were born unable to talk. We were born unable to control our bowels or our emotions. Yet we learned.

The verdict is out on the whole nature versus nurture argument. I’m much like my namesake uncle whom I’ve spent little time with. But we share many things, even physical mannerisms. My daughter is like my mom, though they live a continent apart.

You might be the product of nature, or maybe genetics had a strong imprint on your than nurture. Either way, you are can change.

Life is too short, and too filled with beauty and pain, to be around someone who is an emotional leech. Who takes your energy away from you.  Who want the world to conform to them because “that’s just the way God made me.”

And before you start making your list of people to avoid, take a good look in the mirror. Would your boss look for you at the company party? Would your kids want you to hang out with their friends? Would you want to hang out with you if you weren’t you?

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