I’d like to think of myself as a strong person, though some days I feel as though a doormat gets fewer feet across its face than I do, and I just want…

I’d like to think of myself as a strong person, though some days I feel as though a doormat gets fewer feet across its face than I do, and I just want to scream at the world, “Just how strong do you think I am?” I often find myself wondering, am I a rock, or a rose, or a fist, just what it means to be any of those things, and just how do you become one. I’d like to be a rock, and I think for the most part I am: a rock does nothing to sticks or stones, but just takes them with resolve; a rose sheds its beauty all over them and becomes wilted, even at the slightest of blows, and thorny in defense, forever; a fist catches them, and flings them right back. All seem to be relevant to bearing others’ attitudes towards oneself but still, with varying levels of aggressiveness in response. I think that most people are roses, lashing back once you’ve been hurt. Still, what does any retaliation do for you? Even if you’ve gotten your revenge per se, your smile never blossoms as widely as it as it used to. know that for me, the better the day, the more nastiness that seems to come my way. Though it may be tough, I’m going to try and be a rock. We’ll see just how well that goes. How strong do people think you are? How strong do you know you are?
– Eric

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