The Types Of Toxic People

We all have them in our life. They often cause us undeniable emotional damage to our lives. It is best if we just separate contact with them. Forever, or until they change their ways. There are 8 different arc-types of toxic people.

One Who Overly Criticizes

They suffer from a poor sense of self and self-esteem. For some reason it seems they improve their sense of self by criticizing others. Stay away from them, they make you feel inadequate.

One Who Wastes Our Time

Other individuals may take extreme pleasure and value in your time. These individuals do not. Seeking out attention is what they are good at. Better at nothing rather than wasting our time.

One Who Continually Disappoints

Everyone doesn’t meet expectations now and then. We all disappoint. When it becomes a constant battle uphill with this individual is when it becomes a burden on us.

One Who Constantly Self-Redirects

Self centeredness definitely describes this individual. They redirect conversations serious or not to revolve around themselves. They aren’t much of a giver in a relationship, they tend to be takers.

One Who Is Always Indifferent

We want to feel loved in our relationship. Not just feel tolerated. Those who are indifferent often just become comfortable with us and tolerate our existence. They don’t reciprocate our feelings of love. They just show indifference.

One Who Is Excessively Jealous

Being envious occasionally is a part of life. However, being excessively jealous is not. An individual who is excessively jealous is rarely grateful. They often scorn those for success.

One Who Is Profusely Negative

Negativity is contagious. None of us, mental illness or not, need any more negativity in our lives. This arc-type is very obvious. They are constantly complaining and whining. They are often void of positive energy, unless things are absolutely perfect.

One Who “Plays The Victim Card”

One who holds grudges and often plays the victim card is a tell tale sign of this toxic arc-types. They act very childish at times and know how to manipulate to get their way.

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Matters Of Our Hearts, But The Honesty Of Our Souls

The sky is black, Yet the moon is shining
Still I know not what this Darkness is hiding
The street is wide, yet the path I’m on is narrow
There are no sounds to surround, not even a chirp of a Sparrow

My heart beats heavier as I stride down the walk
For I feel like a field mouse fearful of a hawk
The pace I stride speeds up, as a following shadow arises
What is this thing behind me it must be me it despises

Whether human, beast, demon, or at most it must be Death
I hope it is not my time, it’s much too early, to take my final breath
For a burden I may be, but this fear disappears
What is this eerie revenant, will it reappear

Life heaves curves, yet the path I am on stays straight
This creepy, eerie, menacing beast, it’s me it decides to hate
So again this fear is gone, I look behind with dread
Because the life, the living, the happiness, all of it is dead

Turning back, mere choice ’tis arbitrated, from this I will abstain
This new one way path is greater, from which I never will refrain
Behind me lies death and sorrow, and incredibly much hurt
Though with my whit and backbone about me it’s my life to assert

The path that lies far ahead, may have much death below
Though I assure you all far from death many seeds are sowed
From these seeds sprout beautiful roots
Foundations of our lives, from out the dirt it shoots

It grows tall by day, and sleep by night
No harm will come to me for I make myself alright
As I get older my roots grow deeper
My stem grows tall steeper and steeper

Soon I grow many branches, of which are my beliefs
But always remember from which I’m supported lies deeply underneath
The pavement once walked a far, turns to one deep and wide pasture
From the shadow that haunted me, I no longer need walk faster

From the seed I spoke, matures at a pace
Different from others, why, for we all live in the same place
I do not choose what drop of rain lands where
For it matters not, all and I will eventually get there

Over years the pastures turned to forests
Each one including I, live a life none sorest
Faith is not mere religion, but belief without sight
Like the oak tree drops acorns, eaten by squirrels, the tree show no strife

These acorns are children, siblings, and cousins
Though the squirrel that eats one life turns it into dozens
This circle of life, to many seems unfair
Though finally for once now and always, I will see no future despair

Earlier I spoke of faith and not religion
Just remember, each of you, we each are our own legend
Eventually we all will pass, out roots forever gone
For worry not we still have those seeds, we have now indefinitely sown