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Shitheads exist.
I can thank them, since I get to be a major brain engager after having to repeatedly navigate their torrid little worlds, and get out the other side in one piece. In hilarious paradox, it is usually shitheads that are not in one piece, they are often split personalities, Jekyll and Hyde types who are in one moment giving hugs and happiness, and in the next punching you in the face because “your face makes me want to”.
Resting means re-finding and remaining in what never changes, which is essentially who you are inside, despite any hurt, pain, and suffering. Despite any of the low self esteem brought on by being in shitty company with deeply imbalanced, disrespectful interactions. Despite being told that you are anything else but who you are, who you are never changes and in resting there is always a safe, welcoming home.
Shitheads do not have such a home. They see other peoples homes, envy them, and seek to either occupy them fully, or destroy them completely - one of those is impossible, and the other only temporary, like a bad tenant, the type that leaves their trash behind and does not take care of what helps shelter it from the worlds trials and tribulations.
By resting, left behind trash can be cleared through and recognised as something that never belonged to us to begin with. There is zero responsibility, nor obligation to keep that trash in safe storage, so in whatever way that trash is turfed out of your beautiful home matters not, but you can bet it will matter 100% to the owner and they will not enjoy it’s appearance back into their lives.
Put the shit back where it belongs, with it’s shithead owner.
Sending love :) <3