RBO: Unexpressed Anger

In a perfect world, I would be able to let day-to-day irritations slide as per this Buddhist parable. Some days, however, it seems like I have a big basket of things I hold in my head. I'm hoping to put a bunch of them down here now, so I don't have to carry them anymore.

• Why are there so many people out there with double standards? Why is it OK for you to do rude things to me but I have to be perfect and polite back or else you get snarky?
  


• When I'm stopped at an intersection, with the sounds of an emergency vehicle blaring close by, it is NOT okay to lean on your horn expecting me to move, even if the light is green. Chances are I don't think it's safe. Oh, and it's the law.
  


• When I've been a good friend to you by going with you to the movies (even when I don't feel like it), seeing a genre Q show (even though I don't generally like genre Q) with your favourite actor (even though I don't like him) when there are a bunch of other movies I would have rather seen, I don't much like it when I express an interest in a genre Q movie with one of my favourite actors (you say you don't like genre Q) and when I talk outloud about wondering whether or not I'm going to see the show in theatre or on DVD (without even asking you to see it with me), you state "you could just not see it."
  


• Why is it okay for you to ask me for favours when you spent significant periods of time pretending I don't exist?
  


• What gives you the right to insult my heritiage in from of wM? You have your issues with me, I know, but do not drag wM into it.

Thankfully these issues are not all from the same person.

Thank you for letting me unburden myself of them here.

Buried By Life

How do other people get anything done?

The summer's more than half over and we've been sidetracked and waylaid at every turn!

Gack!

On Being Certain

I haven't had a chance to read the book recommended in the last post's comments yet. However, I did skim some online reviews and let me say, that in itself lifted a tremendous burden!

Now when I hear people 110% confident about things where I'm sure I'm wrong, I just imagine that the certainty part of their brain is larger than the certainty part of my brain. It's just anatomy and has nothing to do with fact. Usually I just let it go ('cause I try not to be a right fighter if it doesn't really matter), but in the times where it bugs me, I feel much better about voicing my opinion and standing my ground.

And whether or not it is true, I'm going to apply the brain elasticity theory to the certainty part of my brain and see if I can grow it over time.

Wish me luck!

Missing Gene

I'm missing a gene most other people have. It's the only possible explanation.

How else could it be that most other people can be so completely confident, even when they're wrong. How can they argue their position so vehemently? More importantly, why do I concede my position even when I know that I'm right?

Why do I walk around with this burden of multiple insecurities when so many people out there just approach life with the default position that they're right and competent. All. The. Time.

How do I get me some of that? (And as an aside, why do I let other people get to me so?)

Today I Am Grateful

That wM is growing into a young person I like, in spite of my constant meddling.

Why Is It?

That whenever I seriously consider shutting down my business, things pick up?

Today I Am Grateful

That I was close to both home and a mechanic when my car started acting funny. And not on my way too or stuck at someplace much further away.