It’s a thing I have the biggest problem with when it comes to religion, actually. Anyone who says I must believe in order to avoid damnation loses my attention. I won’t do a soul-thing to avoid punishment. And I won’t do a soul-thing to gain reward.
But having an emotional/verbal bully does something to you. To your soul-things. Lately, when I share a photo or an anecdote from some volunteering I did for the school, another day of volunteering for Girl Scouts, I don’t feel good about it.
I post it to have a record. I have no paper journal, as much as I prefer the medium for free writing. My life is scattered across the internet on a dozen different platforms. But now I relate these things to my future self and I feel no joy. Instead, I feel both an indignant, “How do you like that for not doing anything for the community!?” directed at that void place in my mind I keep for screaming at people with whom I cannot actually speak. This, while also raging at myself “You have nothing you need to prove to him,” from that thin layer of calm that wraps my chaos.
When I give a few bucks in a fund raiser, bucks this family can easily spend, but can more easily spare in favor of others, I’m instead wondering if this one will make me good enough for him. All the while I’m pissed because I know both that he will never change his abusive opinion of me, and it remains one which does not matter.
Rather than doing the offhand nice things I do for people, I’m questioning my own motives. I’m wondering if I’m doing this just to “show him”, and then I don’t even want to do it anymore.
My bully has made me wary of being nice, of being compassionate and empathetic. My bully has made me question my entire sense of self, despite having stayed far away from him as instructed.#toxic people#toxic masculinity#cyberbullying#stop cyber bullying
—JAKOSALEM MICO P