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Write a letter to the personality trait you like least, convincing it to shape up or ship out. Be as threatening, theatrical, or thoroughly charming as is necessary to get the job done.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us UGLY.
You know that you are the one I curse the most. You have burrowed yourself within my soul; as a mole burrows under my yard.
I have spoken to you. I have even been more firm with you than anyone else I have ever spoken to, but you refuse to listen.
Don’t you know you are destroying me? Is that your purpose? Don’t you want to see me succeed? Because you realize that if I win, you win.
You have stood by in a dark corner, hiding in the shadows, sneering at me when you realize you have had your way with me.
You have watched me at night as I lay in my bed and cry my eyes out because once again I have lost my belief in myself.
What can I do to get rid of you? Many friends have told me repeatedly that you don’t exist.
They have said you are a figment of my imagination. To know that I have built a life on your weakness and jeers makes me sick to my stomach.
If I got a paintball and stood you in front of the mirror. If I aimed at you dead on, could I dismiss you from my life?
Or would you splatter all over my mirror, and within seconds become whole again; standing in your corner laughing at me?
I have to train my mind that you are not real. I have to stand in front of a mirror every morning when I wake up. As I brush my teeth, I must repeat for five minutes, I am worthy, I am likeable, I was made in God‘s perfect image.
If I repeat this message, it is possible that I can block you out of my life.
It is a behavior, this is all it is. Someone has made a comment to me that hurt me deeper than I thought. Or maybe something happened that I never truly got over.
This has to be when you came into my life and made yourself at home.
It is time to stop though. I can not be a part of your games any longer. I am tired of weeping. Sick of feeling low about myself. I want to live my life to the fullest. I want to step out in faith and try new things. Put my ideas on the table and give them a chance. So what if I fail with a thought I had, at least I gave it a shot.
It is time for you to leave. I am putting my shield of self-worth on and I am booting you out. I will kick you to the curb and watch closely as the weekly garbage truck pulls up and tosses you into the big mouth. I will watch the life be squeezed out of you as the jaws bite down pushing all the trash and unwanted things deep within its belly.
So I have stood strong, and I have told you how it is going to be starting right this very moment.
Get your bags packed bully boy, and get the he double hockey sticks out of here and don’t you ever come back.