New Year, New Resolutions

This year, I plan on achieving a balance between speaking my mind and letting people walk all over me. I have been very moderated about certain things that happened last year. Things that would’ve usually made me shout, and unleash my unkind tongue have seen me be measured and rational. Sometimes, I’ve become a right pushover – which is a step too far I admit. The evidence:

Example 1
The alternative to how the JK Fiasco played out could have been:
The immature me shouting at JK. The immature me calling him a liar.
The immature me saying some things that would’ve cut deep. The immature me letting that affect our friendship.


Example 2
Everytime Spoiled and/or Young'un (my intelligent, but sometimes inappropriate colleagues) act(s) out, the immature me could hit them over the head with something or give them a verbal lashing.


Example 3
You meet a man on a night out through mutual friends. He starts talking to you. You find out he is intelligent and sweet. You are engaged in conversation – all is going well.

You leave early due to pre-existing commitments. He runs after you and asks for your phone number. You give it – game recognise game. Two months, five dates, numerous phone conversations / texts/ e-mails later, he calls you up near midnight. Says he needs your opinion.

His opening line: "my girlfriend..."

The mature you says, "excuse me? Your girlfriend??? [thinking: WTF?]"

He says "Yes" and, without an explanation as to why her existence has been a secret, continues with his story.

The mature me listens, gives an unbiased opinion and hangs up.
The mature me makes a mental note never to e-mail/text/phone again.
The immature me would've asked why he ran after you and asked for your number when he had a girlfriend
The immature me would've asked if his girlfriend knew he texted you about 10 times a day
The immature me would've called him disrespectful and informed him that you didn't need another friend, especially one who had questionable standards.