The people who criticize me for being proud also happen to be those who have terrible stress over their imperfections. To them, humility means acting subservient. Ironically, pride is an obsession with one’s image. How then could a humble person spend all their time thinking about if they are lowly enough? To them, a person free from self-debasement is haughty and disgusting. They veil their arrogance behind appearances of agreeability.

I will not conform to controlling and being controlled. This is not love but is a dictator setting snares all around the mind.

Why is it that I seem so radically different to each person I interact with? Am I such a mirror as to be whomever I look upon?