This past week has been one of regrets, frustration, sensitivity, and alienation. Not that I'm throwing in the towel or anything (managers don't break out the champagne just yet)
I see flaws in others, but do I see my own? Why do I care what others think or feel?
How do I sort out what is important to care about and what isn't ?
Yesterday I was at the grocery store picking up some items I forgot to order. A couple in front of me at the checkout were perusing the magazines. They were discussing celebrities as though these people were a part of their lives . I just don't get why people care about who is and isn't wearing underpants. Now if my son or my mother didn't have their undies on, I would be concerned, but Britney Spears ?
Same thing happened at lunch on Friday. I was with a couple of girlfriends I haven't seen in awhile. Nice smart ladies, yet they seem to think they have the right to comment on the spouse of a particular actor, saying he could have done better. How would they like it if I said that to them ? and don't they realize that celebrities don't give a hoot what we think. Maybe the world wouldn't be in the mess it's in right now, if we were less concerned about lingerie and were taking care of business instead ?
Or maybe it's me. I should take care of my own business and let others get on with reading People. Then again I wish people would stop pushing the latest therapy in my face and tell me at least I'm not on welfare. It doesn't help.
I can seriously relate to people who become house bound. I don't think it's a wise thing to do and yet I can understand wanting to shut the world out. It can be a stupid sucking place.
Awful to think that It was around this time last year that I went on vacation and then moved my leave ahead, because I couldn't handle the work scene. It's all well and good to want justice, quite another thing to pursue it.
I'm watching one of my favourite shows, Top Gear. Don't ask me why I like a car show while at the same time, I hate cars.They always have some sort of crazy challenge Today they are double decker racing. That's were you have one car with brakes and gas, no steering, another car on top with only steering. Last week they had a remote controlled car race. Not models, but regular size cars. The world champion just happens to be a 15 year old girl.
This morning I woke up and thought my bedroom was full of smoke My eyes were doing something weird. It's gone away now. I had those electric shock jerking motions too. Not painful, just annoying, and interrupts my sleep.