79. Passive Leeches

Dear readers,

This week, I got a lot of work done in terms of bringing structure to my life. I did have free time to be able to work and binge-watch the show ‘The Big Bang Theory’ for the third time. On Friday, (20th December, 2019) I got my nose pierced. I’ve been meaning to get my nose pierced ever since I was a child and I finally got it done. So YAY. I played my first game of chess in a long long time. This week I thought I’ll talk about an experience that I’ve had difficulty letting go.

A little paragraph to better understand the writer: Me, as a person, I have this tendency to explain things. I need to explain why I am feeling what I am feeling. I need to explain if someone asks me a question. I need to elaborate. If someone asks me if I’m fine, I’ll explain why I’m fine or why I’m not fine. This need for elaboration often lands me in trouble. I feel like people don’t like explanations. I think people like everything to be short and sweet. Nobody wants an essay about what’s currently going on in their life. Nobody gives a shit anymore. That’s where I guess my love and fascination towards blogging increased. Because here I can say anything without a word limit. So what I’m explaining is what I’m feeling basically, in all my blogs. 

So there’s this concept that I’ve formed of people whom I’d like to call ‘passive leeches’. They have a way of leeching off other people’s success passively, owning the success like they’re the ones who’ve put in the hardwork and destroying everyone around them. They have a few qualities which would include having parents who are loaded with money, the ability to own the best things, the ability to dress well, the ability to walk in a room with 100% confidence and the ability to show everyone that they know it all. For better understanding; these passive leeches act like they’ve read and understood Ayn Rand when in fact all they’ve been able to read are Enid Blyton’s books and sometimes, I feel like they don’t even understand them.

I’ve known quite a few passive leeches in my life. Most of them don’t really affect me that much. I’ll explain a few things these Passive Leeches have done to me. These people make me feel bad for being smart. These people who have never understood Enid Blyton have the audacity to call me stupid for reading Ayn Rand. It’s almost ironical and amusing. These people have made me feel bad for working hard.

These people call me stupid for enjoying explaining things to people (refer to the beginning for the post). These people make me feel bad because of the colour of my skin. These people make me feel bad about having a clear skin. These people take my assignments, copy them word to word and gets better marks than me. These people steal my ideas and use them to get better marks. These people told me that I’ll look like shit if I get my nose pierced. These people seek out for my help and my notes to help them pass an exam but don’t have the decency to acknowledge the fact that I’m helping them.

If I am honest, I’m getting a little tired of people like them. Because it got to a point where I started defining my worth yet again and changing the way I’ve lived my life because of passive leeches like them (not in a huge way but in a way that affected my life). 

I know for a fact that I’m more evolved that they are. I am not going to let them define or change who I am. I am not worthless. I may not be confrontational but I am definitely done letting the be an important part of my life. I don’t care if this makes me look snobbish or proud.

I’ve had this blog idea for almost the last 3-4 months, but I didn’t have the time to execute it properly. Now that I had the time I thought I’ll write it down. I hope you all had a great week. May the upcoming week be filled with joy, happiness and productivity. Also I know it’s almost 3.5 days early but MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY. Have a lovely cozy Christmas!

Regards,
Realistic Beginner.

11 Comments »

  1. Realistic Beginner,

    I was once in those same shoes. At the time, my life was a horrible mess- and so was I. I was stuck in a world full of these “leeches.” It’s hard to get rid of them, when they’re literally everywhere you go.

    This was mostly in middle school (as I was bullied a lot). As I graduated middle school I was happy to leave it all behind. But there was just one problem. All of these leeches were going to the same high school as me! So I made a vow to myself not to let them get to me, and not to give a shit about any of them. High school was my time to shine, and I did, without letting any of these leeches pull me down.

    I like to explain things too and that’s one of the MANY reasons I write. So write what you want, pour your heart out, and kick these leeches out of your life. I may not know you, but I’m happy that you’re coming to the point of taking care of yourself. Write on!

    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 🙂

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  2. Hi, Realistic:

    I benefited by knowing that there are two kinds of people in the world: those that assume people will help them and those that doubt in love. Call the first an “adventurer” and the second a “protector.” That conditioning is formed early in our lives. Adventurers talk extensively and protectors hold their cards close to their chest. The strange thing is that the two opposites need and seek each other. That’s because a protective parent makes an adventurous child (the parents WANTS to know everything going on), while an adventurer makes a protector (the parent WANTS to have a life independent from the child).

    The challenge in life is to learn to identify reliable partners. Protectors can try to get ahead by manipulating adventurers, and adventurers can get ahead by bulldozing their protectors.

    Thanks for the holiday wishes. All the same to you!

    Brian

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