The Contemptuous Eyes

Metaphorical Narrative

On the last day, you reached out with a simple human bridge: “It’s my final day.” She answered with contempt—a look designed to erase: Who do you think you are?

That look wasn’t about you. It was her own angry warrior turned outward.

The King steps between you and those eyes: “His act is sovereign. Contempt returns to sender.”

Core Insight

Projection paints your dignity as poison so the projector can feel pure. Seeing the mirror breaks the spell. Your leaving remains clean.

Saturday Experiment

When you sense contempt, ask: “What in me is clean and sovereign here?” Name it in one sentence. Let the rest return to sender.

Sunday Reflection

Write about exits you made clean. Who tried to rewrite them? What happens when you refuse their story?