The Problem With Directness

Over the years, I've become a very direct person. I've accepted the fact that the worst thing that can happen when you're direct is weeding out things you don't need.
Anyone who knows me knows what I used to be: a doormat. I'm still erasing footprints off my face to this day. However, I became fed up with that life and fed up with wondering about things. I discovered that the only way to eliminate the need to wonder is by being direct and asking questions. "Are you mad at me?" "Can you pay me back?" "Do you like me?". Such simple questions, right?
This directness....it's a beast. A big powerful beast. It makes me feel so strong and so protected. A voice is a magical thing, but just like any other superpower, you've gotta learn to control it. I got this power and I went a little crazy. My attitude became "can't nobody tell me nothin'". Don't get me wrong, I still feel that way, but I have more control over how I let it out. You can't go around clobbering people with your directness. Everyone isn't there yet. SOME PEOPLE NEED TO MAN TF UP, but everybody shouldn't become a victim to my directness. Which I didn't realize until my best friend told me. Aren't best friends great? But she wouldn't have been able to tell me that if she wasn't direct.

The other part is that the directness made me feel very protected. But what I'm learning is that just because I'm direct enough to ask the questions and state my opinions and feelings clearly, doesn't mean that other people will. I'm making myself vulnerable by being so direct. I'm giving pieces of myself away all in the name of this directness that I've discovered. So instead of feeling protected, in some cases I've begun to feel naked. Control. You've gotta be able to control it.

So that's my little rant for today.