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Learn to say NO and be comfortable saying it!

No one deserves to have their interest covered just so you can have a temporary fix

Anybody who places their selfish needs over another's interest consistently is a user

A user is a person who will always place their selfish average needs above your compound interests 

One step away from an abuser

We have become so used to users, we now believe putting ourselves first is selfish.

A user will always need something from you but never gives back. 

Even when they borrow from you, they never return and make you look guilty for asking

The first sign of a user is someone who only remembers you when they need a favour 

They never run out of favors to ask

And they will always be in your life because they always need a favor 

Ironically, they are never available when you need a favor

The only way to protect and guard yourself against a user is learning to be comfortable in saying NO

You are most definitely friends with one or probably in a relationship with one. 

Their basic needs and demands are always priotizied over yours

As long as you keep enabling them, they will always be around you

The only win against a user is to say NO

You don't even need to quarantine your space from such people 

They are so basic, they will leave on their own when they realize you are not afraid to use the power of NO on their incessant demands 

Don't be afraid to use the word NO on them

For every NO you don't say, you are enabling them to come back for more 

But when you say NO to them, you are empowering them to say Yes to a world of opportunities available to them 

Don't fall prey to their emotional and psychological blackmail 

Learn to say NO and be comfortable saying it!

It doesn't make you look cheap, wicked or useless 

It protects you from parasitic friendships and relationships 

Because a user is only a step away from an abuser

Protect yourself at all times 

Let's share the grace



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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