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You’re Welcome to Underestimate Me, But It’s a Mistake

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My entire life people have underestimated me. I’m not sure why. It’s not like I’m trying to fly under the radar. Not really making an effort in that department. I suppose it’s because I’m actively kind. Because I’m patient with other people. People really do take that the wrong way. They make assumptions that they shouldn’t because of that.

I’ve seen it happen to other people too. If you’re quiet and/or kind, they’ll presume you’re weak willed. Easy to manipulate. To push around. To control.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched an exploitative person walk into a new social group and identify who they think are the pushovers and try to recruit them as puppets.

It’s hilarious at this point in my life — both how predictable it is that they try to maneuver people in just this way and how predictable it is that they’re wrong about at least a few of the people they decide are pushovers.

Like me. I’m kind because I’ve been through a lot. I’m kind because it’s not my first rodeo. And I know how painful and unfair life can be. And part of what drives me every morning when I get up is trying to make the world a better place — if only slightly.

You know what’s not on that agenda? Being a yes-man to a bully. I’m very kind, but I’m not kind to everyone. I’m not kind to bullies.

Anyway, it’s always funny when someone unilaterally decides I’m a pushover and puts me in a position where they really need me to be for their nefarious aims… and my response to this is to turn around and ruin everything they planned. With a giant smile on my face.

I guess what I’m trying to say in today’s post is this: You’re welcome to underestimate me (and others), but it’s a mistake.


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