Target practice

I think I spent the day 'trapping' people.
I can't say that it's an activity that I 'enjoy'. I've come to learn that it's required for doing what I do.

I'm quite good at it, of course. I've had loads of practice.
I can be fairly effective in helping young people take ownership for their stuff through asking well placed questions--apparently it's a 'fine art'. And apparently, I possess this 'art'?
Dunno that it's 'art', but I do know it's a quick think and it makes for some uncomfortable moments between the trapper and the trappee.
Go figure.

Sometimes I'm not wild about being accountable for my actions, either.
I mean, gimme a break. If I could anything I wanted with NO consequences for it.......Katy bar the door! Heck, I ignored the repercussions of my choices for a very long time. Blame, lie.....refocus.....blame some more......

Wisepersoninmylife is pretty good at those well placed questions to get answers that I might not particularly WANNA give but obviously NEED to give.
As a reward for that 'art' he displays with me, I've been known to make him the target of my......umm.....affections(?) on occassion(s).

Today I was the object of quite a few people's affections.
(see target above)

It wasn't a 'fun' time. Though, yaknow..... I got accomplished what I was needing to accomplish.
It's just good to remind myself of how much discomfort I felt (and still can feel) when wisepersoninmylife 'traps' me into being accountable and seeing MY part.
It's also good to remember that being trapped into telling the truth was necessary in order for me to be able TO take responsibility without requiring a 'gun to the head' or a few well placed questions.
I had to be taught how to be honest.

"Simple" some folks will chime, "Just tell the truth."

Not so simple when you've spent a lifetime lying to yourself and the world around you to make it 'look different'.

I guess if it takes becoming the target of others love and affection (NOT!!) then so be it?


Ya suppose it's too much to ask that they aim a little LOWER so the pain's in my arse and not in my heart?