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Don't have a thick skin & it isn't on my 2026 wishlist

On days I only had enough strength to eat a bite, I have often managed to put food on the table. I know I have a good life and I am thankful but as I bid bye to the most enriching yet one of the most testing year of my life, I think I have also grown tired of people telling me to change who I am. 

In 2024, I had an expectation problem. In 2025, I needed thicker skin & apparently resilience. In case, anyone feels offended be my guest, but just don't bother me with your crap. 

Everyone has their flaws and honestly I am okayish with my tears, for they are also my superpower. Because even when I hate it I am usually one of the empaths in a room, and I think yesterday reminded that isn't so bad. 

You know what, I was 13 since I learnt I cry too easy, probably at the drop of a hat. And in all these fucking years, I have never seen someone tell a bully to be sensitive but only seen the so called well wishers telling sensitive people to be thick skinned.


 

Guess what, I don't have a thick skin and I have made my peace with that. But at the same time, I am also not the kind who will give someone shit for no reason just because I am not having enough fun in my life. I wish every one who thinks they are so strong and cool actually had the balls to call out a bully, or tell gossip girls they should mind their own business. 

Last time, I checked I at least have the empathy to show up, sir down and hear when someone is down, go through a heartbreak and still be kind, that is the kind of resilience I like. Even if I make it to the finish line in tears, I usually do and often well before the narcissists and the apparently cool ones too. 

But, if you are going to define resilience by the ability to laugh at jokes at my expense, bear dirt on my name when I know my intentions, I think I can live with my lack of sense of humour. 

I hate to start my year with an angry blog in the middle of the night, but I guess that is really my takeaway. It is actually the most fun and safest way to express my anger and frustration. You don't owe anyone a smile but you always owe you peace. 

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