January 27, 2010

I just realized today that I have offended several people whom I never intended to. It hurts. I am struggling with dealing with it.

I long for friends who I can be real with and not either offend or be offended by. And who are real with me, knowing I will accept them. I am offended by very little and have trouble understanding how others think.

My mother was a very lonely person because she was so different from those she was around. I see the same pattern in my own life. It's difficult.

People counsel, "well, that's their problem." I don't see it that way. It's too callous. Truth can hurt (as apparently I do others, no matter how kindly I try to speak) but surely there is a place where love goes way beyond that.