One of the many reasons I quit the trades so dramatically was because I couldn't stand all the unasked advice coming from older men.
If I wanted to be old, miserable, full of hate for my wife and children, full of hate at other people for expressing themselves, full of hate for myself and own a giant savings account full of money I can't enjoy because my body is too broken, then sure I'll listen to what you will say. But I don't want that. I want to be happy with all the nothing I own.
I even went and tattooed both my arms full just to signal that I am dedicated to my mistakes. I'd rather be broke and myself than to live the shallow, object filled existence that they want to live. Where these old miserable men see mistakes, I see experiences and the chance to learn.
Fuck 'em.
Being forced to read between the lines because other people are afraid of being honest with themselves is exhausting, frustrating and confusing.
Often that dishonesty comes in the form of manipulation. They want me to continue treating them the way that I do while offering nothing in return except to tear me down for treating everyone else the same way I treat them.
At least that's my perspective from my experiences.
The only people I want to be around these days are those that can embrace being honest with themselves and the people they surround themselves with. I no longer tolerate being forced to read subtle cues that conflict with what they say and do.