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cabbitzillaWell, welcome to the joys of clarity in the morning.
Last night proved to be one of the roughest in a long time. Someone else's (to my mind) narrow minded and puzzlingly hostile world view impacted me directly. In the carnage that resulted, my friends list is now one less, and my right hand is bandaged following the caving in of the drawer front of my steel desk. The single most frustrating aspect is that it was completely avoidable and unnecessary; it was a deliberate and pre-meditated step across the line of social courtesy. I don't understand why common decency is such a hard concept for some folk to adapt to. Where is the sense is being nasty and judgmental, when the biggest problem you face is other folk being nasty and judgmental towards you?
*shakes her head* It was pointed out by someone dear last night that I'm accomplishing nothing with my mental tail chasing on this one; there simply isn't an answer that my mind is going to find acceptable. Given that it's become a catch-22, my only real option is to keep moving.
Thank you to the small legion of friends who, knowing only that something had gone horribly wrong, were kind and supportive. In the last two weeks that kind of mood crash has become unusual... and to be honest, while I'm a bit sad that things ended as they did, I'm still in a decent mood. I need to get dressed and make a run to the store, since there's very little left here that's edible. Since I'm actually hungry today, as opposed to yesterday's shocked realization at 3:30am that I'd not eaten at all, I think it's a necessary trip. The thunderstorms that raged through the area last night have abated; it's still overcast, but it's not raining.
*blinks* Well. With the bandage removed, there's one spot where the skin's cracked open completely. Only on. *puzzled frown* How in the heck did that much blood come out of one tiny place? Anyway, the swelling's down as well. While it hurt like hell to rub the BioFreeze stuff into it last night, it seems to have done the trick. Excellent.
And life continues. So allow me to get out of the way and yell GAME ON!.
*blows kisses and pads off to get dressed*
Last night proved to be one of the roughest in a long time. Someone else's (to my mind) narrow minded and puzzlingly hostile world view impacted me directly. In the carnage that resulted, my friends list is now one less, and my right hand is bandaged following the caving in of the drawer front of my steel desk. The single most frustrating aspect is that it was completely avoidable and unnecessary; it was a deliberate and pre-meditated step across the line of social courtesy. I don't understand why common decency is such a hard concept for some folk to adapt to. Where is the sense is being nasty and judgmental, when the biggest problem you face is other folk being nasty and judgmental towards you?
*shakes her head* It was pointed out by someone dear last night that I'm accomplishing nothing with my mental tail chasing on this one; there simply isn't an answer that my mind is going to find acceptable. Given that it's become a catch-22, my only real option is to keep moving.
Thank you to the small legion of friends who, knowing only that something had gone horribly wrong, were kind and supportive. In the last two weeks that kind of mood crash has become unusual... and to be honest, while I'm a bit sad that things ended as they did, I'm still in a decent mood. I need to get dressed and make a run to the store, since there's very little left here that's edible. Since I'm actually hungry today, as opposed to yesterday's shocked realization at 3:30am that I'd not eaten at all, I think it's a necessary trip. The thunderstorms that raged through the area last night have abated; it's still overcast, but it's not raining.
*blinks* Well. With the bandage removed, there's one spot where the skin's cracked open completely. Only on. *puzzled frown* How in the heck did that much blood come out of one tiny place? Anyway, the swelling's down as well. While it hurt like hell to rub the BioFreeze stuff into it last night, it seems to have done the trick. Excellent.
And life continues. So allow me to get out of the way and yell GAME ON!.
*blows kisses and pads off to get dressed*
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Date: 2004-06-26 08:42 pm (UTC)I don't know your exact situation, but I can dig your frustration. Suprisingly, one of my knuckles is cut from doing the same thing. From what it sounds like, it seems someone wasn't acting quite proper, and thats ALWAYS frustrating. Like you said, the only thing to do is keep moving.
This may be kinda rude, but are you a small person? It always seems to me small people have the biggest tempers. I'm really rather small, and I have a really big temper, and most of the people I know who are small have giant tempers too.
I apologise for coming out of the blue and bothering you, but you seem like an interesting person.
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