26/02/2026
“Is This How I’m Allowed to Be Treated?”
If someone has treated you badly and you continue the dialogue, it means they’re allowed to treat you that way.
How others are allowed to treat us is determined only by us.
And the instructions on how to speak to us must be written by us. And that page should be rubbed in the face of anyone who intends to communicate with us.
Preventively — not only when someone has already stepped over your boundaries and confused your garden with a toilet.
Attempts to delicately explain (while trying not to ruin those “priceless” relationships) that you don’t really appreciate them crapping on your hydrangeas will be a pointless fluttering.
Believe me, the person won’t even turn away from what they’re doing.
And when you finally hand them that instruction manual, they’ll simply crumple it in their hands to make it rougher.
Because once someone has already crossed your boundaries, the instructions no longer work.
They are already where they shouldn’t be, doing what is forbidden.
Of course, they’ll apologize for the hydrangeas and promise not to defile them again. They’ll just move on to the peonies.
Once again: if you continue the dialogue, it means this is acceptable.
When I remember all my past experiences, smoke comes out of my nostrils.
I should have slammed the door immediately instead of blaming it on coincidences, misunderstandings, hypoxia, a hard life, and other idiotic excuses for idiots.
Seriously, to hell with your “hard life.”
Here’s a truth from the series “the sky is blue, the grass is green”:
If it seemed to you that a person behaved a bit like crap, it means they are crap.
A normal person cannot act vilely. It’s impossible — even by accident.
If a decent person wrongs you somewhere along the way, they understand it immediately (without you pointing it out), feel genuinely upset, and compensate for their behavior with every means available to them.
You will certainly verify the truth of my words. If not immediately, then later — when you’re tired of believing that it “just slipped by again.”
Even if it “just slipped by” for the fifteenth time, I no longer want it to keep appearing in my life.
And since I don’t believe in second chances (because fifteen more will follow at the expense of your psyche), based on my vast, messy, sh*tty experience, I officially declare:
in such cases, you must act immediately — drive the scoundrel away with a wet rag and without any opportunity for explanations about how he “accidentally messed up in your yard.”
Because your boundaries are crossed with the aim of turning you into a puppet. These are not accidents.
And when you learn to immediately cut off contact with scoundrels instead of crawling into drawn-out drama trying to save them or explain things (if you engage in dialogue, it means you want to be convinced — and that’s not hard),
at some point you’ll discover that they simply no longer exist in your life.
And your garden is far more important than people.
Yes — your garden is more important than people.
And when you accept this as a fundamental law, only normal people will begin gravitating toward you.
The kind who have their own boundaries drawn properly, too.
/Ashotovna/