Caution: Every situation involves thought to determine how to be the grown-up. A.k.a. it's relative.
In an argument it's instinctive to want to come out on top. When I am right I know I am right and am not going to live it down. But with every argument that comes around I'm always being told to be the grown-up, ignore the situation at hand, don't instigate, don't steep to their level; to relent.
Am I not the youngest fighting against a sea of elders. Should not they be the ones taking on the role of maturity rather than me?
Now when it comes to not talking to someone I am told to be the bigger person...yet again. Don't act like them. Don't be immature and play games. Rather take the upper hand and try to resolve what there is, or try to move on without a chip on my shoulder.
Standards. Always standards. I know I matured in thought and understanding before others my age early on in life but am I allowed to have an immature, selfish, rash moment every once in a while? To hold out on talking to someone who is acting irrational? To continue to argue my point when I am right?
Sometimes it gets tiring taking the high road in situation such as these. Sometimes it gets hard having to bite my tongue and not say everything that the electrical impulses in my brain are firing in my head. But I do.
My mouth and my mind go into a state of filtration. Like a dam I keep back from inundating the atmosphere around me with the vibrations of my complaints, my truths, harsh realities, emotions, confessions, and vulnerability.
Though I don't want to admit or agree to the notion, in every situation or rough patch or argument someone needs to be the grown-up. Thus...me.
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