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Doubt and Misreading

I have been doubting my ability to read people lately. It's fundamental to pretty much anything. But if you're dating, its like the first hurdle a person must get over. This past week I spent time with someone who I had almost a completely different opinion of after we hung out, in a good way, than I did before we hung out. But that, along with a few other things going on, caused me to doubt how I see people.

So most of my friends know but I have been seeing a counselor since a break up, just over two years ago. She has been an invaluable asset as I have waded through shit and tried to figure me out. I want to be a better version of myself. Not in the "do better things" realm but have healthy relationships and undo the damage my mother has caused way. She's helping me get there. And she makes logic of the things I do, which I will admit I don't often understand my actions. Her analysis of my perceived inability to read people, is that I'm knowing them in different roles and we bring a different part of our self to each facet of our life. Also after talking about some things going on in the past few weeks she bluntly told me "why are you wasting your time on these guys? Stop giving away your time and only give it to people that deserve it."
No one had ever been that blunt to me. And she was right. It was like she smacked me across the face with those words and put sense into me.

Check, no more dating losers.

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