The Ire of the Pushover
“You’re So Accommodating”
Sweet, unassuming, passive, pushover, amicable, amiable, adaptable, compassionate, understanding — when anyone not too close to me describes my disposition, these are the words they’d probably use. That’s what’s best about me, my subdued chameleonic character that lets me slip into most situations. Awkward, but unassuming. Quiet and unobtrusive. Mild and inoffensive. I initially thought that this was okay, that these characteristics were things to be desired. In a sense, they are. I really do value my ability to listen to people and consider all viewpoints. Being cognizant of the realities of others and factoring in other people’s likes, dislikes, comforts, and discomforts is a skill that not many people truly have. What rubs me the wrong way, however, is the cause of what makes me likable.
Do people like me because I take their needs into account or because they can take advantage of my kindness? Do I really value others’ opinions or do I just not value myself enough to give myself a voice?
I’m aware that these truths aren’t mutually exclusive. I know for a fact that there are some people who appreciate me for my acceptance, but there are just as many people (many of whom I…
