We can’t be friends anymore. In fact, I’m not sure we’ve ever been friends. You keep telling me that you want to “keep my feet on the ground.” But that’s not where I want to be.
I want to soar. I want to climb. I want to rise above the obstacle standing in my way. And I can’t do that stuck in the muck of your negativity.
I don’t want you to try to bring me down — for whatever reason you might give me.
I need you to give me lift.
I need you to challenge me to dream bigger, live stronger, and stick with it longer.
It seems like we’re enemies. In fact, I think we are.
You want something for me that I don’t want for me. You keep trying to bring me down and I’m trying to propel myself up and forward.
And why do you keep telling me “that will never work” or “you need to be realistic”?
How do you know what I can do?
How do you know my capabilities better than I do?
Why is it that you’re the person who gets to define what is reasonable behavior?
I’ve thought a lot about this and come to the conclusion that no amount of passionate dialogue, logical debate, screaming, yelling, or any other type of dialogue will change your lousy attitude.
And frankly, I can’t let your negativity destroy my world.
I can’t let your fear and anxiety add to my own fear and anxiety.
I’m already scared enough as it is.
The last thing I need is your negativity bringing me down even more.
That’s why you won’t be seeing me around anymore. I can’t hang around with people like you.
I can’t be a high performer and listen to your negativity. Something dies inside me each time I listen to your take on the world — and especially my dreams for changing the world.
So I will be avoiding you.
Maybe someday in the future I’ll be better prepared and stronger emotionally to handle your negativity. But for now, my dreams mean too much to me.
I have to fight to protect them.