The power of opinion

So I decided a yeaar or two ago to work on killing my opinion maker.  I don't want to offer opinions anymore. I don't think it's necessary, useful, wanted, or good for me.
An opinion is a final dissertation. A final judgement, even.  While a judgement can be changed, it's much harder after it's been made than when you're still thinking about it.  So an opinion closes the gate and makes itself at home.
So then there's yesterday with the gifting snake. That is, the narcissist who came to do me a solid in hopes of getting my power out of it. She spent the whole afternoon trying to take my power and I'd never seen her ingracious side before.  I've known her forty years but she never looked like a bitch before. Why now, when she's making time in her day for me and using her energy and strength and discomfort in my service?  Well yeah, she just never was like that to me before. I got the full bitch for the first time. The side her estranged brother gets.  Like wow. So anyway, at one point she was complaining about the rift between her and him, they're the only living members of their family, and I knew exactly what she was asking and I could have tried to answer it.  But I also was just smart enough to know better. I mean, she'd only been nipping and scratching at my ego all day like a hungry tiger cub. 
Well instead I told her I've been learning to not have an opinion. I said that I already didn't have an asshole and was going to become the exceptional person in existence by also not having an asshole. This made her laugh, but I could see, she hated it overall. The idea that she couldn't manipulate me into being awkward or possibly insulting towards her with my truths was sour for her.
That's the power of opinion!  By with holding it, I literally took back all the power she'd stolen all day. I really did and I could feel it. I don't think she'll make a lot of effort to try again. I don't know if she'll write me off, I don't think so. She told me one of her care clients fired her quite suddenly after making some remark she thought was no big deal. I commiserated while thinking to myself if I'd been in a position to do so, I'd have done it by now. I almost did send her packing at one point but I really honestly needed that work done. I mean, this was more important than self esteem or anything.
But damn.  So anyone, the whole point here is that not giving your opinion is more powerful as well as helps you avoid a lot of social thorns.

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