A Wren Says

Yesterday, I had a phone call with a friend. I asked, “Hey have you checked out my blog?”

Crickets.

Then as she started to scroll through, she asked if I would be willing to take requests. And then she asked if I could write about boundaries. So here goes

I have none.

Quick blog post, that was.

Okay, I am really bad at enforcing boundaries. Usually, I am so concerned about offending other people that I let myself get offended instead. Notice, I didn’t write “setting boundaries”.

Honestly, I don’t know if I have set a boundary before. It more so feels like there are things that reveal them. There is a gut feeling telling me that certain thing is not okay with me. It just didn’t sit right. And then, because I am so unoffensive, I just keep that to myself, just keep on being uncomfortable myself instead of letting the other person know.

Example, there was a random man walking around trying to get women to engage him in conversations. I was the person, who very much wanted to be left alone but instead perked up to listen to avoid being rude. Then I learned very quickly why everyone else made their boundaries clear and didn’t engage. I had to make it clear that I was not interested in talking to anyone after that. Which is what I had wanted all along.

Writing this is revealing that I keep my boundaries hidden, just to make sure everyone else feels comfortable around be. There are way too many examples where I pretend to be fine and hide the clear line I don’t want crossed. But that doesn’t make sense. When will my own comfort matter just as much?

I could continue to ramble on about this, but I think that suffices. I have no good advice right now. I will just revisit this topic later.