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I don’t have an “authority issue” and I have no problem obeying rules…as long as I am convinced in their reasonableness. But to be treated like a slave is not my idea of a “healthy working environment”.
I’ll burn you down.
you. never. know.
I looked for that song for years. That was long ago but I still love it today.
On Monday I sent two text messages to one of my dearest friends. She (in her usual carefree manner) didn’t reply to neither of them. I’m in a way used to that ‘cause I know she’s really busy sometimes and she’s very absent-minded all the time and I learned not to take it personally ‘cause she means nothing personal to begin with. But on Monday her silence made me really and I do mean REALLY furious. Picture lightnings coming out of my head-THAT mad. In one of the messages I was asking if we were going to meet that evening-busy or no busy, how much time does it take to type “I can’t make it”?! “OK”, I said, “if that is how she wants it that is how it will be. I will not be the first one to call. She’ll have to call me.” And she did the next day. It was an alarm call: “I’m sorry, so sorry for not getting back at you yesterday! Last night I had a terrible nightmare about not returning your messages! Please say you’re not mad at me!”
Oops! A nightmare!? It reminded me of that Terry Pratchett’s book where all the curses spoken out loud turned into loathsome insects. Furious at her I was indeed but is it possible that…I mean…could have my fury provoked that nightmare?!
Bah, that’s nonsense of course! This is not a Stephen King’s novel :))
It isn’t, right?
...events I may not be able to control but how I react to them (or to the lack of such for that matter) I am. When things happen not as I wish I could get irritated, angry, …depressed-it’s up to me and me only.
I remember a friend telling me: You are as happy as you allow yourself to be. He was a good friend.
Dani told me a joke that he heard from a friend: