Ghostwriter
Today I went back to my journal. One I kept when I was very young. It was and comment here, that sent me there. I was bugged because my brothers would not stop the teasing. They would poke at me, I would react loudly and I got in trouble from the reaction. It happens all the time, even with adults.
I am respectful. If someone requests that I stay away from them, leave them alone, don’t engage, I stop. I believe everyone has a right to privacy even in a public place. I guess I believe that live and live is real thing, at least where I live. My response will always be the same.” Shhh, be still and please respect my wishes.” Moving forward I am almost certain that won’t solve the issue, still I have to be true to myself.
It reminds me of my yelling at my Dad when a bear entered the camp in the middle of the night. Dad was trying to get the bear to leave. Mom was screaming don’t poke the bear.
If I am the bear and you want me gone. Poking won’t work. It will just inspire me.
I love the phrase don’t poke the bear. My grandfather used to say that all the time. Normally, in the cases, he was the bear.
But the point is well taken, bears should be respected.
Thanks, I am glad someone understands it. I too learned it from my Granddad.
It is a great saying! Grandpa used to say it, and then poke me. I would look at him and he would say “your not a bear.”
Done. It’s simply done.