So, I write when I'm down. Well, I'm down.
Today, I have a cold, pms, a yeast infection, stomach “issues” from stress and I've been harrassed by someone who has worn down my tolerance for them to nearly nil. The first four will resolve on their own in time and the fifth is going to be fixed with limited exposure. (Yes, Dr. Massong, I listened and learned. Your therapy did not go to waste :) )
Limited exposure... what does that mean? Not allowing someone close enough, time enough or space enough to say anything other than hello or goodbye. Thats it. Some people get more, but some people get less. You determine that by how much you'd like to set their feet on fire and clap as they dance.
You can hang around with those who purposely irritate you, but why? This particular person is dead to any one else's perspective other than his own, so communicating in order to come to an understanding is wasting both time and breath.
The high road. Some of us know what that is, some don't (don't kid yourself, they exist) and others avoid it when they think they aren't being observed. Me? I know what the high road is, take it until my patience is worn to the bone and then its “on”. Unfortunately, when that happens, there is no way to win because as witty and as biting as I can be, I still lose because I know what road I'm supposed to be on and I cut myself no slack.
Gee, thanks, Mom. LOL
So, back to the high road. And apparently the potty.
Today, I have a cold, pms, a yeast infection, stomach “issues” from stress and I've been harrassed by someone who has worn down my tolerance for them to nearly nil. The first four will resolve on their own in time and the fifth is going to be fixed with limited exposure. (Yes, Dr. Massong, I listened and learned. Your therapy did not go to waste :) )
Limited exposure... what does that mean? Not allowing someone close enough, time enough or space enough to say anything other than hello or goodbye. Thats it. Some people get more, but some people get less. You determine that by how much you'd like to set their feet on fire and clap as they dance.
You can hang around with those who purposely irritate you, but why? This particular person is dead to any one else's perspective other than his own, so communicating in order to come to an understanding is wasting both time and breath.
The high road. Some of us know what that is, some don't (don't kid yourself, they exist) and others avoid it when they think they aren't being observed. Me? I know what the high road is, take it until my patience is worn to the bone and then its “on”. Unfortunately, when that happens, there is no way to win because as witty and as biting as I can be, I still lose because I know what road I'm supposed to be on and I cut myself no slack.
Gee, thanks, Mom. LOL
So, back to the high road. And apparently the potty.
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