It's been a busy week. Here are the highlights:
I had hives since Sunday so severe by Thursday that my mom showed a picture of them to a lady friend of hers who works in an allergist's office and the lady got me an appt that day. My bright orange lillies that i had purchased at Shoprite opened quite nicely, and there's still one that needs to open. I've officially kicked off Christmas present identifying and obtaining. That's exciting. I have a notebook and many magazines and catalogs open for ideas. I applied for a job and went on an interview Friday after work. I think it might allow for an outlet and means to exercise my fashion creativity while not breaking my bank but adding to it instead. No, I don't think I'll list on here where it is. I confirmed the fact that I don't like viewings, memorials, wakes, or funerals or anything of the sort. Especially the religious portion where the priest adds in his own opinion of what's wrong with the world these days. It's tiresome. Which leads me to the topic of todays post...
Other people's opinions are usually very important to me--Too important to me most days. The more important the person, the more important the opinion. Like Petey. He's crying right now and it probably has nothing to do with me but on the off chance that it does, I immediately feel like I've done something wrong. Or like my sister. I was just on the phone with her for an hour and forty three minutes. Probably our longest conversation in a while. Especially on the phone. And wouldn't you know, we talked about all kinds of things, and during the conversation I was thinking to myself are we really talking about this right now? but it was where the conversation went so i went there. Turns out we have more in common ethically speaking than it might seem like we do. Except for the fact that apparently, I have less patience than she does when it comes to not taking things personally. Or do i. Does the amount of patience have something to do with how removed someone is from the situation? I think there might be a positive relationship between how much patience someone has and how much geographic/emotional distance someone has from the situation. Whatever that might be. It's just an idea.
Sometimes it feels like no matter what I say, she'd say something opposite. I don't think she consciously does it, but sometimes it feels like no matter what I say, she thinks I'm wrong. And the rejection somehow feels so much worse than if it was coming from someone whose opinion doesn't matter. However, I don't think someone like that exists...
So I suppose what I'm saying is, how do I do something without caring what someone else thinks? Without being fearful of offending someone or bringing on a rant or a tirade from a party who strongly disagrees with my actions? Perhaps it will be my reflection for the week. Also I'm considering paying the local catholic church a visit. Thoughts?
No church visits. That will just make you remember why you don't visit them.
ReplyDeleteThe sister thing, well my brother thinks the same thing and it happens to come up a bit with the opposite opinion thing because you just remember them more often then the agreeing. I have reflected on this situation and seen that there are things that come up and you don't think twice that you agree upon them but usually when you disagree the opinions between siblings is so strong that they are bigger arguments because you want to convince your sibling to take your side. Sometimes its because you know they are DEAD wrong. Other times its because you just can't let them be right. The last one is the worst but probably one of the more common ones.
I really hope you don't think too much about your dog crying. They are inferior animals in the brain department and you can't really always expect to think that you can solve the issue or be the reason for it. Something like that.