Ah…. to be noble. There is definitely something to be said to walking away – to be happy to let someone think they are right, even when they are wrong – actually, more importantly to be let something think you are wrong when you are not.
I know that in the majority of cases and situations it really doesn’t matter. If it makes them feel better, then so be it.
But what about me? What about my feelings? I have spent years caring about other people’s feelings, and letting them think they are right. In many of these situations they clearly aren’t, but the longer I have lived in Cornwall, the more soft I become. Having grown up “up North”, I used to have no problem at all in putting my point forward and that was fine. When I moved down here when I was 22, it got me into all kinds of problems so I learned to keep my mouth shut. My husband now says that I have gone too far the other way.
Keeping my opinions to myself is, no doubt, great for everyone else. They can go through their day oblivious to their mistakes, totally in the dark to my opinions.
I now realise though that this has made me quite ill. for years, I have internalised all the times when I feel that someone is being unkind, or selfish, or just plain wrong. By keeping my feelings on a leash, it has meant that my inner cauldron of mental opinions have manifested into a list of physical symptoms, from depressions to ME, and stress to anxiety.
I really have found that using a journal, or now a blog to externalise my thoughts has helped. Just the process of writing them down, however ridiculous, opinionated or even wrong they are, has given my internal scope some space to function in a better way.
I am really hoping that, by finding a release like this, that everyone can benefit from my calmer, less opinionated self. Maybe Mr Nietzsche has made a worthy point.
But it doesn’t stop others being wrong though! 😂
The small life of a mini mum 