In this world there are rules.
Some of them are unwritten, assumed to be known and understood.
Some of them are written, and also assumed to be known and understood.
But the written rules are often written somewhere where they can’t be seen by people living in this world.
And we …
We often have no idea that there are rules, written or unwritten, about the weirdest stuff, like behavior.
We break the rules all the time. And when we try to recover, we usually break more rules.
And while it seems that there is always someone around to tell us that we’ve broken a rule, they rarely seem willing to tell us where all these rules are written down.
Nor will they tell us what the unwritten rules are, so we could maybe write them down at least for ourselves.
Fine. Be that way!
And we’re left right where we were before we broke any rule, trying to try to figure out how to behave.
And the stress from it usually means we’re going to be more … well, us. We’re going to be more ADHD.
Okay, we can’t be more ADHD, but we’re going to experience more of our symptoms and less control.
It almost seems like
It often feels to me like we’re being played here.
Why are these rules so difficult and why are so many unwritten? Why are the ones that are written so inanely ridiculous, and difficult to understand? Why is it that the help we usually receive is not help in understanding the rules but just the buzzer sound of NT’s telling us we broke another rule?
Is it maybe …
Is it possibly because there are people in this world who feel like they win when those around them lose?
Is it that same old story of people who only care about the feeling of getting up in the world and they’re perfectly willing to just push others down in order to get that sensation?
Wait a minute
Maybe I’m going overboard here. I know that not all NT’s are like that. Few of them are really.
But it only seems to take a few to make us feel bad.
All it takes is to sow the seeds of self doubt in us and we falter. We don’t need to have the rug pulled out from underneath us, we just need to be told our rug is poorly made and we’ll trip looking down at it while trying to keep moving forward.
I feel in the mood to give you some advice.
Like yourself. Be proud of yourself.
Conjure your own armor against self doubt and wear it with pride.
The rules were written or imagined to make others feel good.
They’re not our rules.
Don’t let them make you feel bad.