They live among us and seem to be breeding faster than a warren of rabbits on amphetamines. Chip, chip, chip…
They spend their days whittling others down. They are the belittlers, the whittlers of others’ self-esteem. Whether their actions are conscious or unconscious, these distorted souls often display a self-righteous attitude to justify their violence.
How do we handle judgmental, critical people who seem stuck in a pattern of behavior so narrow that relating to others is reduced to an endless stream of put-downs and objections?
We could handle it the way another mindless group of ignoramuses always offers up as a solution to complex issues – “Nuke ‘em all and let God sort it out.”
We could try reasoning with the assassins of self-esteem, but this type of ingrained behavior is usually indicative of minds too shallow to reflect on the possibility of personal improvement opportunities on their end.
The only course of action that holds any hope is for victims of character violence to explore the depths of their own psyche to ferret out the unconscious material that gets hooked by personal attacks from others.
The focus is the dignity of the soul, the nobility of being, the preciousness of life.
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4 responses to “Belittling Whittling”
So, it appears as though you can cast dispersions but you can not accept them in return? I commented on your site and I clearly see that you have no intention on publishing my comment. To that note, we must also consider you to be one of the many who form opinions without research or fact. Our readership will know the truth whether you are willing to post it or not.
In fact, I publish all comments which do not appear to be spam, racist or defaming. Sorry, I don’t remember your comment, but the one above speaks volumes.
I look forward to you pointing out my instances of casting dispersions.
In the case of my brother-in-law, I’ve come to regard his put-downs as a form of affection. Perhaps the only form he can show to his sexy sister-in-law! While it used to hurt, now looking at it this way I can appreciate the warmth of it and banter in a friendly way. Giving him the odd shot in return makes him feel loved.
If ever there was a master of the “odd-shot,” it is thou! I’m speaking from experience here!