Writing Prompt: If Someone Shows You Who They Are, Believe Them

Writing Prompt: If Someone Shows You Who They Are, Believe Them

A picture of Tyler Perry as Madea, with the words overlaid: Let Them Go!

I’ve written recently about intuition, and how to strengthen it, and since that posted, I’ve had discussion with quite a few people whose problem was not intuition.

It was ignoring the information that was just given to them. Stated. Shown.

I think we’ve all done it.

Probably more than once, until we learn the lesson.

But once we learn the lesson, we know, right? It’s clear. Someone says something about themselves, we believe them now.

But what if they’re lying?

Well, then do you want a relationship with a liar?

But what if they’re wrong?

Well, that’s what they believe about themselves, and they are going to try to live up to that (or down to it). What gives you the right to change them? What makes you think you CAN, when their own beliefs will get in the way?

Tyler Perry’s advice on this topic is spot-on, and it pops up in my FB feed every year or so.

The Prompt

  • When have you ignored what someone told you about themselves and regretted it?
  • Have you ever ignored what someone told you about themselves and been glad you did?
  • What have you told people about yourself that they ignored, then were surprised or angry when it proved to be true?

Feel free to write in the comments or in your own journal and link here (so others can read it), or just think on it or write on it and keep it to yourself, if you prefer.

Write a sentence. Or a paragraph. Or an essay. Or whatever this is to you. Talk it out. Make it yours.

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