Cicatrize

I don’t deny my inner geek. It would be impossible to deny, anyway, given how excited I get about data, numbers, facts.

I was reading a website with cool words (yes, something I find interesting…refer back to “inner geek”) when I came across a word that struck me as one of the coolest of them all.

cicatrize: to find healing by the process of forming scars

Well, how cool is that? I felt like I stumbled across that word at the perfect time. I like the concept of healing this way, with scars serving as armor.

I don’t pretend problems don’t exist. I don’t delude myself or lie to myself. That is not healing. That is hiding.

This is a related quote that I also find very relevant these days:

We are seeing, loud and clear, what happens when a weak, coddled person is permitted to stumble through the motions of parenting, while so few have the backbone to point out the countless, raging, insufferable failures. Her sheltered life — protected from admitting even to herself how trashed her psychological capabilities are — is now being replicated like a virus in someone too young to even recognize it for the horrific dysfunction it is.

I have no patience or tolerance for weak people, particularly so-called adults. I like to be straightforward, direct, honest. I like to stand on my own two feet and be exactly who I am, not lie and hope people believe I am someone I am not. I don’t even understand being able to stand that simpering, sniveling uselessness from yourself, but apparently, some people enjoy it enormously and unflinchingly.

I would rather be around people who shoot straight, who have faced the realities of the world head-on, wrestled with them, and kept going, with battle scars to prove it and a look in their eye that lets you know they will do it again if needed. I respect people like that. It’s too bad it seems like there are less and less of them these days.