I don’t want to hear about what you have done wrong. I don’t want to hear about the mistakes you have made. They are only ammunition to justify some behavior, somewhere. Or, perhaps you use those “admissions of truth” to demonstrate that you are, indeed, a good person. Whatever the reason that you unload your negative self statements on me, I don’t care, just stop it. It’s a downer to hear how little patience you have with yourself. It’s a downer to hear about your self loathing and your self doubt.
You are who you are and within a millisecond of meeting you, I know who you are. So give me that in our conversation. Give me who you really are. I know you aren’t Mother Teresa; I know you aren’t Martha Stewart; I know you aren’t John Wayne or Clark Gable, and, guess what? I still like you.
