Late last year when I wrote “Becoming The MVP Over Dead-End Opinions, Story From An Ectomorph”, it came from a place of frustration. I referred to situations in which my body suddenly became the focal point of a conversation in a negative way. I started out that article with:

“Opinions –– like armpits –– are plentiful. We are free to have personal opinions about anything and sometimes we feel convicted enough to voice them...whether it's warranted or not. I find that, in my 20s, I've finally developed a kind of armor to protect myself a bit more easily from the dreaded ones that are unwarranted.”

Then, the article sort of went into my personal example from there. Not only did I hope those words could remind others of how to handle certain uncalled for opinions given to them about themselves, but I felt it was very much a reminder for me too. I admit that I’m struggling with letting it get to me right now.

This time, I’d like to give you another dead-end opinion example, but I want you to know that I’m still trying to develop, reshine, and harden up that armor I referred to in the last sentence of that introductory quote above. I mean, who doesn't need to fortify that armor again and again throughout life in some sort of fashion?

So, a few things said about my personality kind of fueled this “dead-end opinion” topic up again, but what also brought this about was the way I reacted to the things that were said. It was a pointing of fingers at flaws, but I did the very same thing back. Was I supposed to do that? No.

I would ask the giver of the opinion or the one with the pointed finger, “Did it accomplish anything?” but I also have to ask myself that question. The question would be in the context of whether I accomplished anything by getting so heated. The only answer that blared so crazily bright in my mind was no.