Reaching Out.

I really don't cope well with someone being mad at me, or even the possibility of it. I'm one of those people that when I finally manage to stand up for myself, I immediately feel bad or guilty about saying what I felt. My mother taught me and my siblings to "kill them with kindness." There really is so much more satisfaction watching someone squirm when they know that you should be telling them off, just because you smiled and were friendly, or even spoke to them at all.

However, that doesn't always work. It can make you a doormat. I'm working on not getting walked all over. 

I have been known to fly off the handle in the past, often times even if I am the one in the wrong. I have more trouble when I am right, or even have a peg leg to stand on in an argument. Some people just need to be yelled at to understand why they are wrong, and to get it through their thick skulls.

But sometimes, the fighting isn't worth it, the friendship is. An olive branch needs to be extended at some point, and I just have to man up and do it. 

Here's hoping it was worth it. 

quite literally, an olive branch

p.s. considering a random backpacking trip to Europe. quite possibly the most exciting plans on the horizon.