Annoyed by Annoyance
It's ok with me if I annoy you and you act annoyed.
It's ok with me if I disappoint you and you act disappointed.
It's ok with me that you feel how you feel and you express it.
I'm not going to take it personally, and I won’t stick around if you make it personal. I’m not going to shape my experience to be an ever refracting spiral where I am impacted by your experience of me, nor will I tolerate that practice in someone close to me.
Be annoyed, (you are so cute when you're annoyed!) don't resist me being annoying, don't try to control how much I'm annoying you.
Choose from a place of sovereignty how and how often you can have fun with being annoyed by me, if something in my fullest expression is annoying to you.
Be disappointed, (how my heart earnestly wrenches to feel your disappointment!) don't hold it away from me, or from you, I can take it, you can take it; don't try to manipulate me into shifting your disappointment.
Take it like a man, tell me about it if you must, and please, while you're telling me, listen to you, listen to your expectations and listen in your memories for whether we agreed you ought to expect that.
Own that you feel how you feel, and I will absolutely be owning the way that I'm contributing to this experience, as well as the way that I feel.
If your feelings matter, my feelings matter.
If both feelings matter, if all feelings matter, then our sharing of them is not a matter of righting a wrong but a matter of giving a gift.
Our sharing of experience is not an act of accusation or wounding of the other.
Our receiving of expression is not a request from the other that we change or violate our own boundaries and availability.
Experiences are welcome truths.
The truth is always a gift.
Yes, thank you, Something Like This.
