What triggers you is not my fucking problem. Your weaknesses are your own concern. Those who can’t handle the fire.
Are usually the first ones to burn. But you won’t be alone. Society has long catered to those who squirm.
Making for a softer people. then has ever walked the Earth. Seriously decaying The principle of standing firm.
Against an enemy whose degradations you couldn’t return. Maybe you should have taken it upon yourself to learn. How to take a fucking hit.
And send back some hurt. Because you know it was fucking earned. But these impulses you spurned.
And the will to fight back is not a feeling in which you yearn. Instead you curl up in to a ball. A victims position, to which you often return.
Better to let social media, Human resources, or online moderators take up the fight. And hope for an upturn. While you submit to the high road.
Growing more and more infirm. Never comprehending the day. When the social wheels you relied so heavily upon, failed to turn.
Finally you’re stuck face-to-face. with someone you started a fight with. and there’s no place to squirm.
It’s either face up to a opposition your not prepared for. Or curl up into the fetal position and wait to burn.
Because the person on the other side of the line is ready. They never used the tools you did to gain their worth. They handled problems the old fashion way.
And the fire is something they’ve come to yearn.
A COWARDS CONCERNS
