類は友を呼ぶ Like Attracts Like

わたしもついつい、大人になりきらないもんだから、丁々発止と言葉の応酬になってしまう。
突然、稲妻みたいにストレートに落ちてくるヤツがいるから、平静を乱される。
人には、いろんなタイプがある。洪水みたいに言葉を発しないと稼働しないタイプ、男は黙ってタイプ。その真中が、わたしのまわりにはいない。
よく娘に「ママのまわりには、強い人ばかりだね」と言われるが、ほんとうにそうなのである。類は友を呼ぶ、、、、なのか。
今後は、すこし大人になって、受け流そう、、、そうしよう！

I, too, cannot quite manage to be the proper “adult.” And so my exchanges of words often turn into lively sparring. Some people strike like lightning—sudden, straight, shattering my composure.
There are many types of people: those who must pour out words in a flood just to keep moving, and those of the “silent man” variety. But in between? That balance, somehow, is absent from my circle.
My daughter often says, “Mama, everyone around you is so strong.” And indeed, it is true. Perhaps it is simply the law of attraction—like calls to like.
From now on, perhaps I should grow a little more— let the words flow past me, without resistance.
Yes. Let them flow.